Chapter 1675 Refuse the Challenge <TOC> Chapter 1677 Three Doors
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Inside the Circular Library.
“All of us have witnessed your conduct, and your remorse seems very sincere. The next time we meet Young Master Tyson, we will collectively plead on your behalf,” said the elderly scholar, always bent over. As he smoothed his white, long beard, he patted Sharu on the shoulder.
The old scholar’s words resonated with the surrounding scholars, who nodded in agreement. Lately, Sharu had been assisting in the library, helping them organize documents and draft the historical records of Initial Heart City. Everyone was quite satisfied with Sharu’s contributions.
Moreover, the redemption of a prodigal son is a wonderful tale. If they were to document it, then future stories would be written and even incorporated into plays, passing down through generations.
This would be a significant boost to their reputation.
Thus, they were more than pleased to see Sharu’s repentance, even more earnestly than Sharu himself.
Gratitude painted Sharu’s face upon hearing their affirmation, “Thank you, everyone. Young Master Tyson has also been kind to me. What he called a punishment was, in fact, a chance for self-reflection. I am truly grateful to Young Master Tyson.”
After Sharu’s remarks, the scholars unanimously expressed their admiration, “Your understanding of Young Master Tyson’s intentions and your self-reflection already demonstrate your remorse. I believe Young Master Tyson will also understand.”
Sharu nodded appreciatively.
However, as his brows furrowed, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes. These stale scholars truly were not the brightest, but this was to his advantage. If he couldn’t persuade Tyson, perhaps they might.
Even if Tyson remained relentless, it could sow discord among them. This might even lead to them turning against each other.
With this thought, Sharu smirked discreetly when no one was looking.
“Your expression changes so swiftly, much like an actor. Are you one?” Suddenly, a youthful girl’s voice sounded beside him.
“Who’s that?” Sharu jolted sharply, lifting his gaze to find a little girl in a red dress, squatting on the ground, innocently cradling her head as she looked up at him.
Sharu recognized this girl in red; her name was Sunny. She had been frequenting the library lately. It seemed she was Jon’s student, learning to sing at the Ocean Theatre.
“Sharu, what are you talking about?” The elderly scholar who had previously praised him, engrossed in sorting through documents, turned towards Sharu’s exclamation with a puzzled look.
Sharu quickly waved it off, “Nothing, just playing around with Sunny.”
After finishing his sentence, Sharu turned around, intending to offer a friendly gesture to Sunny. But upon turning, Sunny was nowhere in sight. Scanning the room, he eventually found her standing next to Jon.
Sunny was smiling at him, though there was a hint of mockery in her grin. Jon was also gazing at him, not laughing but with an expression laden with profound implications.
Sharu couldn’t bear Jon’s piercing gaze. Of all the people in the library, Jon was the one he feared most. For reasons he couldn’t explain, he felt Jon’s eyes could see right through him. Every time their eyes met, Sharu felt as if all his secrets were laid bare under the sunlight, leaving him with an overwhelming sense of vulnerability.
Ducking away from Jon’s probing stare, Sharu wondered if Jon had perceived his innermost thoughts.
But even if Jon had, it shouldn’t matter. Jon seemed the sort not to indulge in gossip or judgment.
Relieved, Sharu resumed his tedious task of sorting out the documents. Time flew, and as the skies outside darkened and the moon and stars cast their glow through the windows, the scholars began leaving for their homes.
Jon and Sunny were the last to depart. Before leaving, Sunny waved at Sharu, saying, “See you tomorrow, master actor.”
Her words, delivered in a seemingly innocent tone, bore a hint of mischief, sending a chill down Sharu’s spine. Even when facing the creature that had once resided within him, he hadn’t felt this way.
Sharu wore a somber expression as he watched Sunny slowly walk away. Only when her silhouette had completely vanished did he dare to whisper in an extremely soft voice, “That damn child…”
Not long after they departed, the sound of footsteps echoed through the corridor, each step sounding like a soft “thud.”
Sharu knew these footsteps likely belonged to the guards.
He was not permitted to leave the library. By day, he assisted the old scholars in organizing their materials, and by night, he was escorted back to his confinement room by these guards.
The confinement room where Sharu stayed was essentially a jail cell, equipped with only a bed. It was cramped and claustrophobic, without a single window. The sole source of ventilation was a palm-sized hole in the iron door.
Sharu deeply detested this confinement room. Eager to spend time outside of it, he made a promise to Tyson, ensuring that he wouldn’t disclose his actions during this period. In return, he was given the chance to assist the old scholars during the day.
“Just need to endure a little longer. Once I’ve completely turned those bookish folks to my side, I’ll have the chance to leave this place,” a glint of determination flashed in Sharu’s eyes as he awaited the guards to escort him back to his confinement.
Creak——
The door was pushed open.
Entering from the outside were indeed the two familiar guards. Sharu immediately put on his most ingratiating smile and greeted them as he always did.
Under normal circumstances, the guards might not be so receptive, but facing Sharu’s smile, they would at least nod in acknowledgment. However, today was different. The two guards had stern, unyielding expressions, not even twitching a lip in response.
As Sharu felt a pang of suspicion, two more individuals emerged from behind the guards.
Under the gentle glow of the soft moonlight filtering in, Sharu got a clear look at their faces.
“Ah, the esteemed Master of the New World, and young Master Tyson,” Sharu greeted with deep reverence and a bow.
The visitors were none other than Angel and Freud.
Sharu’s heart raced with apprehension, wondering why they had come. He had heard a rumor that Sunny seemed to have a rather intimate relationship with Young Master Tyson… Could it be that the deceased child had betrayed him after leaving?
If he had indeed been betrayed, what should he do? Sharu’s mind raced, contemplating how he might handle the situation.
However, all the responses Sharu came up with never came into play. Because before Angel and Freud could respond, Sharu was abruptly seized by the guards and blindfolded…
Sharu felt as if he had been taken outside the library, uncertain of his destination. Despite his repeated inquiries and pleas, no answers were given.
Apart from the immense force he felt on his shoulders from the guards restraining him, his world was plunged into darkness.
Later on, he couldn’t even feel the force from the guards’ grip.
“Huh? No one’s restraining me anymore?” Sharu shifted, feeling as if his hands had regained freedom. A glint of joy crossed his face, and he quickly reached out to pull down the blindfold.
As the blindfold was removed, Sharu caught a fleeting glimpse of Freud’s figure. However, in the next instant, he felt as if he was plummeting from a tall building, descending into a bottomless abyss.
“Could it be that I was taken to the top of Azure Tower and pushed off?” Panic flashed across Sharu’s face, and his vision once again turned into chaotic darkness.
It was only when the sensation of freefall subsided that Sharu gradually regained his composure.
——It doesn’t seem painful? Did I not die?
As Sharu pondered, an enigmatic, ethereal fragrance wafted into his nostrils.
Chapter 1675 Refuse the Challenge <TOC> Chapter 1677 Three Doors