It's all just tricks. Old Walker was watching with great interest. Although some of the girls' pictures weren't in high definition, their figures were truly impressive—their waists were waists, and their butts were butts.

On the other side, Morton was sweating buckets. Honestly, once you get used to it, it doesn't even smell anymore. He was almost done cleaning, and as he turned around, Morton was ready to teach Frank Walker a lesson. Who says the Mohuroga can't endure hardship? Who says the Eight Tribes can't clean toilets!

When he saw Frank Walker leisurely reading the newspaper and laughing, and then noticed the strange looks from everyone else...

In an instant, he was furious!

This guy tricked him again!

With a sudden charge, he appeared in front of Frank Walker, a gust of wind snatching away Old Walker's newspaper. The next moment, Old Walker was already lifted off the ground, and a fist the size of a casserole was clenched tight. At that moment, the distance between the fist and Old Walker's face was only one centimeter.

"Frank Walker, I want to challenge you to a duel—a fight to the death!"

Old Walker was extremely calm and smiled slightly. "Morton junior brother, what's wrong? I told you not to do it, but you insisted. Now you're blaming me? Are all Mohuroga this unreasonable?"

Morton felt like his head was about to explode, but couldn't find a reason to argue back. "I don't care! No matter what you say, I have to duel you today. If you don't agree, I'll hit you. Worst case, I'll drop out!"

"Junior brother, if you want to become a hero, a respected strongman must learn to control his emotions. How about this: since you want it so badly, I'll give you a chance. If you can jump up there and stand for five minutes without falling, I'll duel you—any format, I'll accept!"

Frank Walker pointed to the wall on the right side of the restroom, a good six or seven meters high. Old Walker definitely couldn't get up there.

Morton gritted his teeth, let out a couple of sneers through the gaps, and put down Frank Walker. "You said it! I want a fight to the death with you—you're finished!"

With that, he leapt up like a cannonball, landing steadily on one leg, looking at Old Walker with a proud face. "Don't say five minutes—even standing here all day is nothing. Just wait to die!"

Old Walker straightened his collar and shook his head helplessly. "Morton junior brother, how's the view up there?"

Chapter 12: The Conquest of Dying a Thousand Times

"View? What? Are you trying to back out?" Morton instinctively looked around and shouted.

With his lung capacity, everyone nearby immediately looked up. Seriously, it was impossible not to attract attention.

The next second, screams erupted, followed by all sorts of objects flying up, mixed with magical missiles and the roar of revolvers...

"This pervert!"

"A pervert is hiding on the roof, peeping at us!"

"Beat this bastard to death!"

"How dare you! Peeping at the women's restroom in the Martial Arts Academy!"

"Aiya, I'm not! I'm not! I was making a bet with someone, I was..." Morton on the wall flailed about, frantically trying to explain.

"Betting on peeping at us? Sisters, beat him to death!!!"

A shrill voice shouted.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh! Boom boom boom boom boom!

The restroom instantly became a riot of color—magic, guns, and cannons all at once, accompanied by a chorus of screams.

Bang! Splash!

Finally, there was the sound of something falling into the cesspit. Old Walker felt completely at ease.

Intelligence is a wonderful thing—too bad kids don't have it.

Waves upon waves, waves upon waves, the weather is really nice today. I wonder what's for dinner tonight...

Because this involved the Mandora Empire and the principal's revitalization plan, the incident didn't escalate. Old Walker's toilet-cleaning punishment was changed to cleaning the library. As for Morton junior brother, it seemed he had grown a lot on his path of life cultivation.

No matter which world he's in, Old Walker is always someone who helps others improve.

Blue Blood Rose Library.

Whether it's Blade or the Nine Gods Empire, their reverence for knowledge is the same, so the libraries are all quite good.

But the Blue Blood Rose is especially famous. Not just in Aurora City—even across the entire Blade Alliance, it ranks in the top ten. The whole structure is like a giant crater, left over from the era of the Supreme Sage. Even during the fiercest battles, it was preserved intact due to its special status. Back when the Nine Gods' soul crystal cannons attacked, they deliberately avoided this area, allowing much knowledge to be preserved.

The library itself is also extraordinary. Legend has it that one of the Eight Great Sages, the Forging Sage, left the secrets of time and space in this building.

With nearly a million books, just the basic categories on the ground floor are surrounded by ten-meter-high bookshelves, circling the entire hall three times inside and out. Hundreds of thousands of books are packed tightly and neatly on the ten-meter-high shelves all around. Standing inside, it's like entering a sea of books.

This is the knowledge treasury of the Blade Alliance, a place deeply respected by its people. They have always believed in the Supreme Sage's famous saying—knowledge is power, and books are heritage.

No one who comes here can be called truly devout, but being quiet and keeping things tidy is the bare minimum. It felt like Old Walker was just being given an easy way out. He symbolically wiped the air with a rag and then quickly started reading.