radiothebook Chapter 82 Protection Loophole
Chapter 82 Protection Loophole
Chapter 82 Protection Loophole
Anne Booker stood with her fists raised to her chest, her inverted V-shaped eyebrows making her pomegranate-red eyes appear even rounder and larger. She wore a blue and white color-blocked dress and stood barefoot on a teak stool.
As she jumped up and landed, her jet-black twin ponytails danced in the air.
He kept shouting, "Speak! Speak!"
Aaron, however, sat opposite her with a smile, quietly watching her make a fuss.
Seeing that Aaron didn't seem to be going to speak, Annie put her hands on the table, pouted, and said coquettishly:
"Aaron, tell me quickly, who is the hero!"
"Want to know?"
"Yes!" Annie nodded vigorously.
"Who's going to do the dishes tomorrow?"
"Me!" Annie raised her hands high.
Aaron nodded in satisfaction and cleared his throat:
"The only heroes in the world are you, my lord, and Cao Cao!"
"Wow!" Annie exclaimed, "So Cao Cao really was a hero!"
Aaron corrected him, "That's what he said himself. In my opinion, he's closer to a ruthless and ambitious figure."
Translating the word "tyrant" into other languages would surely burn a lot of Aaron's hair.
Fortunately, he is speaking Chinese now.
Anne is only six years old, but she is very intelligent, especially with an extraordinary talent for writing and language.
Anne could learn almost any word after being taught it only once; she was simply a genius.
So Aaron tried to teach her Chinese, and to his surprise, she made rapid progress.
Now, he can not only communicate fluently with Aaron in Chinese, but also write many Chinese characters that strike fear into the hearts of countless foreigners.
Therefore, Aaron was able to tell Anne the classic story without losing its essence.
Cultural ambassadors are those who have made contributions to cultural exchange.
"A ruthless warlord?"
Annie's pigtails tilted to the side.
De Aaron pursed his lips – he still had to explain.
After a lot of effort, Aaron finally managed to explain it clearly.
After that, Aaron continued to tell the rest of the story of the heroes discussing heroes over wine.
Anne kept pestering Aaron, wanting to hear the rest of the story.
But Aaron didn't agree. Well, spoiling Annie would be harmful rather than beneficial.
He ordered Anne to go to bed, then locked the doors and windows, and lay down on the bed himself, ready to fall asleep.
Anne is already six years old, which means that five years have passed since Natalie and Pegasus left.
Aaron couldn't help but sigh at how fast time flies.
Although he always thought that way, those five years really did feel like they had passed in the blink of an eye.
It was mainly thanks to Annie's presence; indeed, companionship is a weapon that can shorten one's life.
When Aaron first met Anne, she hadn't completely lost all the baby hair on her head.
However, she has now grown into a lively girl.
Watching her grow up and occasionally teasing her became a rare source of joy in Aaron's life.
Although he only took in Anne at Mrs. Aurée's request, Aaron was quite grateful for and cherished Anne's presence.
Thinking of this, Aaron's heart became unusually calm.
Close your eyes and prepare to drift off to sleep.
Suddenly, he felt something strange wriggling inside his blanket.
Then, it actually touched his arm.
Aaron didn't open his eyes, but instead gave the order directly:
"Annie! Go back to your bed!"
"No! I want to sleep with you!"
"You're such a grown-up, and you still can't sleep by yourself. Aren't you ashamed?"
"No!" Annie said stubbornly.
Aaron could only sigh helplessly, pull his arm out, and then turn his back to Annie to go to sleep.
To everyone's surprise, Annie pressed herself directly against Aaron's back.
Forget it, so be it.
After an unknown amount of time, Annie spoke:
"Aaron? Are you asleep?"
"Asleep."
"You're lying!"
"You're not the first person to call me a liar."
"Hmph!" Annie's voice sounded very unhappy. "Aaron, I have a question for you."
"Ask quickly, then go to sleep."
"Are you really my father?"
"no."
"Then who is my father?"
"Who knows?"
"Then where did I come from?"
I picked it up from a pile of discarded books.
"But you told me just the day before yesterday that I sprang from a rock!"
Yesterday, Aaron started telling Annie the story of "Journey to the West," so this reason is no longer valid.
"*! You little devil! You really think you're the Great Sage!"
"Um?"
Yes, the story hasn't gotten there yet:
"In short, I am not your father."
After that, Anne didn't say anything more.
After a long time, Aaron was almost asleep when he suddenly felt a little foot kick his bottom.
"Hmph! You definitely are!"
snort!
Aaron scoffed inwardly.
Stubborn girl!
Slowly, he fell asleep.
"Achoo!"
The next morning, Aaron woke up with a sneeze.
Turning my head, I saw Annie sleeping in a rather unsightly position.
Aaron gave him a look of utter disdain.
Ugh! She's wrapped herself in the blanket again!
Aaron felt a bit cold, so he put on two more layers of clothing.
After that, I began the routine care of the books.
After finishing up, I returned to the hall and saw Anne standing by the mirror.
However, Anne wasn't looking in a mirror; instead, she stood with her arms crossed, staring intently at Miss Brianna's portrait.
Aaron smiled and walked over: "You like this painting too?"
"dislike."
"Then why are you staring at it?"
Anne gave Aaron a wary look, then turned her head away:
I'm not telling you!
Aaron raised an eyebrow, didn't ask any further questions, picked up a book, and stood behind the registration counter to read it.
Not long after, Anne also picked out a book, moved a small stool over, sat down next to Aaron, and quietly read it.
Occasionally, she would ask Aaron what a certain word meant.
After some time, Annie suddenly asked:
"Hey, Aaron, are there really heroes in this world?"
Aaron smiled and turned his head away; it seemed she really liked the story of the Three Kingdoms.
"Yes, there are many heroic figures in the Three Kingdoms period."
"I'm not asking about the story, I'm asking about our world."
"What, you want to be a hero?"
"think!"
"There aren't many who can be called heroes, but there are certainly many capable people."
"For example?"
"For example, one of my students is now a big shot who sails the seas."
"Your student?"
"That's right," Aaron nodded. "He's the one I trained. Do you want to become like him?"
"Yes!" Annie looked at Aaron with fervent eyes.
Aaron shook his head repeatedly: "It's a pity, it's too difficult, you probably can't persevere."
"I can do it!" Annie shouted, jumping up and down.
"My student cooks for me every day, takes care of odd jobs in the library, and fans me when it's hot."
"If you get cold, cover me with a blanket. Do you really think you can keep doing that?"
"Yes!" Anne shouted.
A triumphant smile appeared on Aaron's face.
Henry II, successfully trained!
Right there, someone pushed open the library door.
Aaron put away his playful mood, and Annie stood aside sensibly.
After a while, the two men walked up to Aaron.
One of them was wearing a heraldic robe, so he was probably a herald.
Behind him stood a knight-like figure, presumably the herald master's bodyguard.
The herald stood before Aaron, raising his head arrogantly.
Aaron's face instantly transformed into that of a librarian, and he placed his hand on his chest, bowing to the visitor, Han:
"Gentlemen, how may I assist you?"
The heraldryer spoke arrogantly:
"The Baron has just inherited the title; why aren't you here to congratulate him?"
Upon hearing this, Aaron immediately understood the other party's purpose.
He was somewhat used to this kind of thing.
Aaron's years as a librarian were not without their challenges.
After all, you meet all sorts of people when you live a long time.
When Aaron encounters a reasonable lord, he will receive the lord's protection, and the lord can often get some useful advice or other help from Aaron if needed.
A win-win situation can be achieved between the library and the castle.
However, every few generations, there will always be one or two self-willed and short-sighted nobles who will make things difficult for the library.
Aaron seeks stability and usually doesn't argue with others.
But sometimes, he has no choice but to use his unique methods to fight back.
In short, whenever you encounter a lord like this, life in the library becomes rather unpleasant.
It seems that most of the newly appointed lords belong to the latter category.
Aaron politely said, "I have sincerely prayed for the Baron in the library, but I am the only librarian there, so I cannot go to the ceremony. Please convey my apologies to the Baron for me."
"Hmph!" the heraldryer scoffed. "So, what about the congratulatory gift?"
"A congratulatory gift?"
"The people in the territory have all presented gifts to celebrate the Baron's inauguration. You must have prepared them as well, right?"
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Aaron shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, citizens don't seem to have this obligation, so I haven't prepared one."
"..." the heraldryer gasped, "Let me see your tax payment records for this year!"
At this point, Aaron realized that this herald would probably not leave easily unless he could get some benefits for his master.
"According to the laws of the kingdom, the library has the highest autonomy, and this library has been the private property of the Mosley family since ancient times, and is not required to pay taxes or contributions to any lord or church."
"But it won't protect you," the herald said. "There are records in the Baron's study that relate to you. You accepted commissions from the former Baron and profited from them, for which you must pay taxes."
Aaron was speechless for a moment before speaking:
"I thought the payment I received from the former baron was the amount after taxes."
"But that's not the case," the herald finally laughed. "Come on, pay up."
Aaron took a deep breath, and then a smile returned to his face.
"Please wait."
Problems that can be solved with money are not things that Aaron cannot tolerate.
Then he took out six large silver coins and placed them on the registration counter:
"I received a total of four gold coins from the former Baron. According to the tax rate of 15%, I should pay six silver coins in taxes. Please count and accept it, sir."
However, the herald seemed to have higher expectations for this trip and was not satisfied with the amount of money. He began to look around.
He moved away from Aaron and quickly fixed his gaze on the books on the bookshelf:
"I chose my own tax payment method; I'll use books to offset the tax!"
Aaron followed behind the other person at a leisurely pace:
"The Kingdom of Great Books is a nation built on books. Any act of stealing, seizing, or damaging books is a serious crime, and I have already provided sufficient tax revenue and have not agreed to pay in books."
"Are you threatening me?"
"I'm just reminding you of the law, sir, and although the court is busy, cases related to books are usually given priority."
The herald's face darkened, and he glared fiercely at Aaron.
But there's nothing else we can do.
Aaron was merely stating the facts, so the herald had no choice but to withdraw his hand from the book.
Then he wandered around the lobby.
He went to the mirror and saw a painting.
The herald seemed to have another idea, and a smile returned to his face.
"But there's no law protecting art or decorations!" He slowly reached for the painting. "Then take this one—."
"—Don't touch it!"
Aaron's voice was icy as he grabbed the herald's hand just as it was about to touch the painting.
Perhaps sensing the killing intent in Aaron's eyes, the emblem master shrank back slightly.
Upon seeing this, the guards behind the herald immediately drew their swords:
"Let go! You lowly wretch!"
Aaron calmed down and put on a kind smile again:
"Gentlemen, I have provided enough tax. You can take the silver coins and leave. I don't want any trouble. This is for your own good."
The emblem maker, who had just been immersed in fear, perhaps encouraged by the guard drawing his sword, raised his chin again:
"Don't want trouble? Then obey me obediently, and I'll accept this painting!"
This painting was undoubtedly commissioned by Miss Brianna from the most renowned artist, and both the canvas and the paints used must have been of the highest quality and most expensive.
The heraldryer's eye was absolutely spotless; its value was far beyond what a few silver coins could offer.
But he greatly underestimated the significance of this painting in Aaron's heart.
Aaron sighed as he faced the sword extended before him.
"Sir, are you truly unwilling to give up obtaining this painting?"
"So what if it is?"
Aaron said no more.
Treading on frost!
Aaron's right foot touched the ground, and a thin layer of ice immediately formed around him.
Frost has formed!
He exhaled again, and his breath immediately condensed into a white frost mist in front of him, blocking the other party's vision.
The guard was clearly an ordinary person who had probably never faced supernatural power before. Upon seeing Aaron's martial arts technique, he was so frightened that he lost his footing.
However, the ground was already frozen, and because he failed to notice the change in the environment in time, he carelessly lost his balance and fell backward.
Just then, a hand emerged from behind the guard, supporting his body.
That's Aaron.
Taking advantage of the moment when his vision was obscured, Aaron quickly circled around to his back.
Frost is falling!
Aaron placed his hand directly behind the heart guard, a chill gathering in his palm before flowing into the armor...
The guard collapsed instantly from shock.
If Aaron had struck even slightly harder, the opponent would already be dead.
However, death would not benefit this incident in any way, and it would be too early for Anne to witness the killing.
Aaron therefore stopped in time.
Witnessing Aaron toss his guard down like a rabbit, the herald officer's mind was clearly filled with shock and fear.
He stared at Aaron, speechless, his body trembling slightly.
He was probably wondering how a gentleman who was clearly well-mannered and humble could wield such terrifying power.
The heraldryer staggered backward in fear, stammering:
"You! You! You! What kind of monster are you? What do you want?! I am the herald of the Baron's manor. If anything happens to me, the Lord will not let you off!"
Aaron knew that no matter whether he let the person in front of him go or not, the newly appointed lord would not let it go.
Therefore, some action must be taken.
"I don't care about a few soldiers, but this library is like a fortified fortress; I only need one person."
That would be enough to withstand a hundred-man army.
Whether it was a show of force or not, the herald shouted:
"The Lord Demon's army numbers more than a hundred, and he can also recruit mercenaries."
Aaron chuckled:
"Is that so? Then give it a try. If you can't break into the library, don't even think about threatening me."
At that moment, the guard on the ground regained consciousness and began to cough.
Aaron suddenly glared angrily and roared:
"Get out of here before I decide to kill you!"
The herald quickly pulled the guard up and fled towards the door.
Just as he was about to leave, he tripped and fell flat on his face, which made Annie burst into laughter.
As the door closed, Anne leaped and pounced on Aaron:
"Aaron! You were so cool just now! That guard didn't stand a chance!"
Aaron picked up Annie, chin raised proudly. "Of course! Don't forget, I'm the mentor of a big shot!"
"Yes," Annie nodded vigorously, "Wow, Aaron, you actually have such amazing powers! So everything recorded in this book is true!"
What books has Anne read?
Aaron couldn't understand it either; Anne's affinity for books far exceeded his expectations.
"Then read more books in your spare time."
"Okay!" Annie hugged Aaron's neck. "But Aaron, I don't understand why you said those things."
"Um?"
"If you threaten that man one last time, he'll definitely be more careful and bring more people to cause trouble for the library."
Aaron smiled and said, "You're right, Annie. Now sit down and I'll teach you a lesson."
He put Annie down, and Annie immediately ran to the table and chairs nearby and sat up straight.
Aaron then began to explain:
"Annie, this library has a history of over a thousand years. Over time, there have inevitably been people who built this building and deliberately made things difficult for it. Yet, the generations of Aaron Mosley have managed to remain unscathed. Do you know why?"
Annie shook her head, her twin ponytails on either side of her head swinging back and forth like rattles.
"That's because this library is protected by a miracle. Anyone who attempts to attack, damage, or steal from this library will be stopped or left in vain, and is destined to fail."
"Wouldn't that make you invincible?"
"The library is indeed an invincible entity, but its miracles do not protect the librarians here."
"Huh? Then Aaron, doesn't that mean you can be hurt?"
"That's right, many former administrators have encountered serious crises, but they all overcame them with unique production strategies."
They turned danger into safety.
"What strategy?"
"The administrator is indeed not protected, but as long as the dispute is amplified, and the conflict between the external enemy and himself is exposed,..."
This has transformed into a conflict with the library, and thus—”
"The library is protected by miracles; all dangers will be averted through miracles!"
"Smart!" Aaron patted Annie's head.
"whee!"
"Listen up, Annie. If you encounter a difficult problem, don't stubbornly persist. Try to narrow down or shift the focus of the conflict. You might find an easier way to resolve it."
This is why Aaron ultimately threatened the herald.
Once the mindset that Aaron must be captured by conquering the library is established in the other party's mind, Aaron can rest easy.
"Hmm! But Aaron, how does the miracle protect the library?"
"Coincidence, accident, or even just a simple shift in thinking or forgetting—in short, it happens silently and without anyone noticing, but how exactly—"
It was midday, and the chill from Annie's rolled-up blankets from the previous night had almost dissipated. Aaron felt a little hot, so he took off a coat.
"Miracles cannot be found—"