Stray

Jesse Dylan sighed for the thousandth time, and loudly on purpose.

Taking into account the different preferences of different races for food, in order to prevent the appearance of food that smelled too strong or look too frightening, the affiliated library attached to the Mercenary Guild headquarters clearly stipulated that visitor weren’t allowed to bring food.

In the same way, noise was also forbidden, and Mr. Dylan, who didn’t like reading, had lost his two favorite hobbies at once.

Jesse laid sadly on the smooth and clean wooden table, his blond hair dripping all over the table, and his whole body exuded a breath of being bored to death.

The afternoon sun was nice, shining its brilliance on the blond hair. As Jesse’s breathing fluctuated, the dizzying platinum halo kept sliding on his hair.

Adrian Cross changed his angle in silence to prevent the dazzling brilliance from shining into his eyes. He turned his body slightly to the side by the window and continued reading the thick ancient book in his hand. The knight commander borrowed a lot of books, as if he planned to stay here until the library closed.

Books of different sizes were neatly stacked together, like a fortress of doom in Jesse’s eyes.

“Darling, haven’t you found it yet?” Jesse desperately picked up a book on the top pile called “The Encyclopedia of the Northern Zone Wraiths” and flipped through it.

“No.” Adrian faced him sideways and replied calmly, without raising his head. “This is where I ‘want to spend a lot of time and don’t have a chance to go when I’m working’, Mr. Dylan.”