<h4>Chapter 1766: Chapter 1766: Fulfillment</h4>


    The vast library hall was filled only with the sound of blind workers walking.


    It was frighteningly quiet.


    All around, there were no guards or attendants.


    Whether the library was always like this or Han Caldwell had redirected everyone for a hidden agenda was unknown.


    The prestigious Caldwell Family, of the Boulevard martial arts lineage,cked even a cup of hot tea, making it somewhat shabby.


    Julius Reed stood motionless, pondering how Han Caldwell would scheme against him.


    In front of him, the blind workers continuously clean the floor.


    Though they couldn’t see, they seemed to have memorized theyout of Caldwell Family’s library by heart.


    They moved swiftly without worrying about bumping into bookshelves...


    Perhaps to prevent glimpsing through ancient texts, blind workers were chosen to handle them.


    Bang!


    Suddenly.


    One blind worker, either lost in thought or plotting against Julius Reed,


    identally knocked a book off while walking.


    The booknded in an uncanny spot, wedged right between two bookshelves.


    For a normal person, retrieving it would be easy, but for a blind worker, it was nearly impossible.


    "Oh no!"


    The blind worker responsible eximed, dropping to his knees and searching.


    His hands groped endlessly, unaware the book was stuck between the shelves.


    "What should I do! If Old Mr. Leopold finds out, I will surely be beaten to death!"


    The blundering blind worker knelt on the ground, crying out loud.


    Clearly frightened to the core.


    "Mr. Cook, we dare not move recklessly. If we move carelessly, we won’t know directions and will knock more books down. We’ll all be punished!"


    "Indeed. Keep searching slowly, as Old Mr. Leopold might take some time to return." The other blind workers hesitated in ce, appearing very unsure!


    "Mr. Cook, it’s not that we don’t want to help you; it’s just that we dare not take the risk of losing our heads!"


    With everyone’sments, the blind worker became more terrified.


    "What should I do... I don’t want to die..."


    As he spoke, he genuinely began crying.


    "Mr. Cook, unless someone who can see helps you, we’re just a bunch of blind people with no use!"


    Companions fidgeted anxiously, clearly worried.


    "Ah! I remember just now, wasn’t there a gentleman who came to the library? I wonder if that gentleman is still around?"


    One blind worker spoke up.


    "Yes, yes, yes! Sir, are you there?"


    Other blind workers also chimed in.


    Julius Reed smirked coldly.


    He did not respond.


    "Sir, I know you are here! Please be kind and help me put that book back. I, Cook, will repay you even in the next life, as a bull and horse!"


    The blind worker bowed his head toward the door, kneeling repeatedly.


    "Yes, please be kind." Other blind workers also knelt, pleading.


    But Julius Reed remained unfazed, showing no response.


    "If you won’t help, Mr. Cook has no choice but to ask you another favor." The blind worker lifted his head in tears: "Please kill me. If Old Mr. Leopold discovers this, he’ll y me alive. Rather than bear such pain, I’d prefer a quick end! In the underworld, I’ll be forever grateful to you!"


    Speaking, the blind worker looked up, face resolute.


    "What did you say? I didn’t quite hear clearly." Julius Reed took out his phone, activating the video recorder.


    "Please kill me!"


    The blind worker’s voice had barely finished!


    A Longsword appeared from nowhere!


    Swiftly decapitating him!


    Blood sttered three feet away!


    Thud!


    The headless body of the blind worker copsed.


    Blood gushed from the neck.


    "No thanks needed, I always enjoy helping others." Julius Reed reached out and grasped the flying yin-yang, asking, "Is there anyone else in need of assistance? Killing one or two is the same."


    Silence reigned.


    The blind workers stood like petrified statues.


    All of them were struck dumb.


    "No... no... Thank you for giving Mr. Cook a quick end." After they spoke, those remaining hurriedly stood and resumed their work.


    However, Julius Reed clearly observed that the hands of those blind workers were trembling.


    In the surveince room.


    Bam!


    Han Caldwell mmed his fist on the table, irritated: "Useless! Such a small matter, yet you failed utterly! What’s your use?"


    "Mr. Caldwell, West Tower’s demeanor is consistently irritable; typical tricks seem ineffective against him." Devlin leaned back in his chair, watching the surveince footage,menting.


    "What are your insights?" Emperor Charlotte Grey, chin supported by his hand, asked.


    In conspiracies, Devlin far surpasses others, a fact Emperor Charlotte Grey had to admit.


    Han Caldwell likewise turned, his eyes filled with expectation.


    "In my view, stick to the previous n, find an opportunity to make him demonstrate. Then let Diego Leopold act, leveraging his talent of never forgetting, to sketch out West Tower’s moves! The martial arts world will believe whom? He has been to the library already, and won’t clear himself."


    Devlin spoke expressionlessly.


    This was his original suggestion, but Han Caldwell never had the chance to implement it.


    "Alright, let’s first go in and arrange to denounce him. When he emerges, I’ll wait at the door and negotiate with him. If thed decides to defect to us... s, I bet he won’t betray Brant Fairbanks. Unless, there’s an irresistible temptation." Han Caldwell felt troubled for the first time.


    Such a powerful youth, if recruited, would undoubtedly be a sharp de in the future!


    Unfortunately, through conversations with West Tower and Hayden Caldwell, they learned that West Tower was already Brant Fairbanks’ disciple.


    Hard to recruit!


    "Then just destroy him directly." Devlin lifted his head, snorting: "Did you notice? He even recorded the act of killing. Do remember, this was at the blind worker’s request. To me, thisd is too shrewd."


    "Tonight, I’ll host a celebration banquet at the Dark Moon Pavilion, and let him suffer ruin!" Han Caldwell red at Julius Reed on the surveince screen, eyes narrowed into slits.


    ...


    Shortly after, Diego Leopold returned to the library.


    Upon seeing the blind worker’s body, he neither asked nor spoke and instead went to the bookshelf, extracting a book with a yellow cover.


    He handed it to Julius Reed.


    Silver powder wrote two words on the book.


    "Dragon Call."


    "Thank you." Julius Reed nced at Diego Leopold, whose face had turned a bit pale, softly expressed gratitude, and departed the library.


    "Useless!"


    After his departure, Diego Leopold red at the roomful of people, harshly rebuking them!


    Outside.


    Julius Reed gazed at the book in his hand, slowly flipping it open.


    Brant Fairbanks desperately desired this book, implying its link to the small worlds in "The Extraordinary Mirror of Heaven and Earth."


    As an immortal, Julius Reed’s experiences were the ultimate on Earth.


    Just a casual nce was enough toprehend its contents.


    Upon seeing the words, he immediately understood the oddity in Diego Leopold’s look.


    Turns out the "Dragon Call" relied on sound.


    Simply put.


    Entirely on shouting.


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