Novel & Cerita The Librarian Of Crooked Lane

I said, stepping out from behind Graham, not entirely making sense but continuing anyway. The librarian studied my face, then pouted and shrugged. “I don’t think a gray wolf could help much. From what I’ve heard, they’re disasters anyway.” Her casual remark made my back stiffen. “Do you have any information about the writer?” Graham asked, ignoring her comment. “I’m not sure, but I can check if you’d like,” the old lady replied, offering him a faint smile. We walked out of the library in defeat and told her to give us a call if she found any information on the writer.

A grumpy voice interrupts my thoughts. "I wasn't talking." I spin around. "Lock your mind!" She snaps, adjusting her glass and floor-length skirt. Ugh. I hate the librarian, already. There's like only like three people in this library. "Okay." I nod. "Is Professor Billy in?" "Storage." She whispers and points to the left. I head to the store. I knock once and push the door open. It's dark here. I step in and close the door. Billy is leaning against the wall. I can't help but notice the wrinkles around his eyes, and the grey hair that's nearly dominating his scalp.

I clearly heard the instructions Sain gave them and that is not something that needs to be delayed especially now that they already figured out the Mafia Romano. I took a deep breath. "Does the library located in the west wing?" I inquire. "No, it's in the north east at the end of the hallway near the-" "Got it," I cut him off. "I'll go get him" I smile and turn around. I already where is that library he is talking about. That's the place where I heard Nicolai and Sain talk about Laurent Alcatraz.

After a brief scolding from my teacher, I was sent to assist the librarian. The library was a sanctuary of towering shelves and soft whispers, its grandeur unexpectedly breathtaking. The scent of aged books and polished wood wrapped around me like a comforting cloak. Wandering through the aisles, I stumbled upon a dimly lit corner that exuded an eerie presence. A single book stood out—its cover blank and edges charred. Curious, I picked it up. "Weird," I muttered, flipping through its brittle pages. My blood ran cold when I saw my name inscribed on the last page.

I shot to my feet, furious, “What is it, creep?!” From the front of the middle aisle, the Librarian hushed loudly. Good thing she couldn’t see me, she would have likely thrown me out of the library if she knew what I looked like. Colin made sure the book was safely secure, he almost touched it reverently like a sacred book before rising to his feet. His eyes were a sharp brown and I suspect those eyes miss nothing. Strangely I could almost feel his gaze piercing my skin down to my bones.

She got to the door quickly, the library wasn't a large one. "Found anything?" The thick, low voice of the librarian stopped her from pressing down the old, heavy doorknob. She turned and smiled at the old man, who was sitting at his table, a lantern on it and a scroll in his hand. "Sadly no, but perhaps tomorrow." Her voice was gentle and a tired smile was on her face. This Librarian was one of the few people that didn't think she was weird at all. In fact, the only people who thought her weird were the young ladies in love with her soon-to-be husband.

I muttered, but I let him guide me toward the library exit. "I'm desperate," he corrected. "There's a difference." Walking past the front desk caught the attention of the librarian, an ancient woman named Mrs. Higgins who usually ignored everyone, and her eyes darted from Kyle to me before her eyebrows shot up so high they disappeared into her hairline. "Night, Mrs. H," Kyle said charmingly. She didn't answer but just watched us leave with her mouth hanging slightly open. "See?" I whispered as we pushed through the glass doors into the cool night air. "She’s confused. And she’s seen everything. She once saw a guy try to microwave a stapler."

“This place might be small, but they have some pretty good historical records on local events.” I nodded, giving the librarian behind the desk a friendly wave as we entered. She was an older woman with glasses perched low on her nose, reading something in a quiet corner. The faint smell of dust and old paper filled the air. “Pastor Brooks,” I said, breaking the silence. “I know you’ve got your personal connection to the Patterson family, but I’m curious about what drew you to the town in the first place.”

There are no other students in the hidden area aside from Crostelia who obviously didn’t need any assistance before she acted weird but the real question here is, what is she doing there? "I’M SORRY, but what happened?" the young lady asked the librarian. In what Crostelia’s mind remembered, the librarian’s name was Miya. She didn’t look old but she also didn’t look too young to reach her age. "I don't know either. You just suddenly stopped breathing," the librarian replied worriedly, which shocked Crostelia.

The wizard and Owen were searching the library looking for the first magic book of dragon Kingdom and suddenly Zudan noticed that one of the librarians took a book and hide it under his clothe. Zudan move closer to him and asked the librarian to show him the book he hides right now, the librarian beg wizard Zudan to forgive him and said it was a lady that asked him to hide it. Zudan asked who was that lady but the librarian man said if he says it the person will kill him then Zudan knew that it was Lame but something looks suspicious about the librarian as if he was hiding something apart from what he said.