The hierarchy in the Blue Blood Rose Library is extremely strict, with over a hundred usage rules. However, Old Walker's cleaning punishment is actually equivalent to a special pass. Of course, ordinary people can only wander around the first floor and can't go any higher, but for Old Walker, that's not a problem at all. The entire library uses the most advanced techniques of the Forgemasters—the "Mobius Loop Spatial Principle." From the first to the ninth floor, it's actually a seamless whole. To move between floors, you first need the qualification to pass through, so you won't be rejected by the Mobius, and secondly, you must have the ability to perceive the spatial layers.

To create a Mobius, with Old Walker's current soul power and wealth, that's pure fantasy, but just perceiving the spatial layers is still within his reach. Verifying the world's fundamentals is something Old Walker needs right now.

Carrie Dean has finally done something good for once.

These days, Frank Walker has been soaking in the library, mainly comparing the world's power and knowledge structures. To accomplish an unprecedented reverse transmigration, this is a long-term battle, and the first step is to understand the rules by which the world operates.

At this moment, Old Walker is sitting on the ninth floor, grinning foolishly. In fact, from the fourth floor up, there are hardly any people. After taking a quick look around, Old Walker's heart is burning with excitement.

Damn, everything is under my control. I am the creator god!

Even if I can't go back, I can make Carrie Dean kneel and sing "Conquer." If I can fully unleash my abilities, that so-called Supreme Mentor is only fit to carry my shoes. Here, I can... do whatever I want!

Thinking of this, and recalling the senseless beatings he suffered, he let out a sneer.

It took him ten years to conquer "御九天," but conquering this place...

Wait, Frank Walker suddenly remembered something serious, and his face turned a bit pale. Even if you exclude soul talent, wealth, and cheats, he died over a thousand times to reach the professional peak in the game...

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The Rune Academy follows an elite teaching route. Since there aren't many students, the course schedule is relatively light, and most of the time is spent on memorization and practice. It really is the most tedious and draining profession.

There are only three people in total, and one of them often skips class. Today, it's rare that everyone is present: Note, Morton, and Old Walker.

Morton's face is still covered in bruises. With his recovery ability, he still hasn't healed, which just goes to show that when a woman goes crazy, even the strongest lion can't withstand it. When he entered the classroom and saw Old Walker, you could clearly see the veins bulging on Morton's forehead, but in the end, he held back.

Frank Walker still smiled very kindly. His little brother was finally being polite.

Although the Eight Divisions and the Blade Alliance have always maintained an alliance, it's mostly military cooperation. As humanity continues to grow stronger, the Mandala Empire clearly intends to change its previous isolationist stance and wants to participate more deeply in human affairs, even those of the Sea Tribe. The upper echelons have their own calculations, and contact among the common people is also quite necessary. This invitation from Carrie Dean also aligns with the Mandala Empire's needs in some ways.

To put it bluntly, it's all about interests.

Building a good image is necessary. The incident of Morton peeping into the women's restroom was suppressed, and everyone was silenced. The two major newspapers, Holy Light and Holy Road, didn't report it either. It seems they have some sense, but the Mandala Empire must have taken some action as well; otherwise, Carrie Dean alone wouldn't have been enough.

Of course, Morton has already been reprimanded by the Mandala Empire's envoy residing in Aurora City. Although he didn't really understand the lecture, Morton knows how serious the matter is. Even if he wanted to misbehave, he wouldn't dare.

Morton's mouth twitched, and he turned his head, pretending to ignore Old Walker.

"Hey, Junior Sister Note, Junior Brother Morton," Old Walker greeted them enthusiastically and proactively: "Hello! A day apart feels like three years!"

Chapter 13: A Grudge Against Money

"Good morning, Senior Brother Frank Walker." Note replied politely. She'd heard a bit about what happened last time. She knew Morton's personality, and although Senior Brother Frank Walker could be a bit mischievous, it was probably just self-defense. And the fact that he used his spare time to voluntarily help clean the public restroom—this kind of spirit was truly worth learning from.

Morton snorted, but he remembered the warning from above and continued to ignore Old Walker, tidying up his desk while muttering, "First thing in the morning and I see a dead fly!"

Old Walker laughed. He was a generous person: "Junior Brother Morton, you smell great today. Did you put on cologne? Real manly."

Morton took a deep breath, lowered his head, and said nothing more.

Beside him, Note couldn't help but laugh. "Senior Brother Frank Walker, just let him off the hook. Morton has had a rough few days."

"Are you kidding me?" Morton's eyes widened, unable to resist saying, "Who's letting who off? I don't care about him at all! Hmph, I've been having a great time these days. Note, don't talk to him. This guy is full of bad ideas!"

Note stuck out her tongue and gave Frank Walker an apologetic smile. After all, she had to consider her companion's feelings and couldn't keep chatting.

Old Walker stared at Morton with a half-smile for a while, making Morton feel a bit uneasy. Is he looking for trouble? He definitely can't win a war of words, and he doesn't dare to fight right now, so he can only stubbornly try to maintain his dignity.