A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 37: Works by fellow villagers
On earth, you never know what song is playing in the headphones of a man in a suit and tie with a serious face.

You might think he's listening to the sad Irish folk song "Daily Growing" or David Tao's "Black Tangerine," but he's actually listening to "Cat Poisoning."

Just like Quinn who is reading a book at this moment.

The rain was pattering against the French windows of the bookstore. He stood in front of the bookshelf holding a book, and hadn't turned a page for almost ten minutes.

"I, I want more."

"Then you have to push hard next time!!"

Me, watch again!
This is the good thing about the system. The predicted future will be recorded and can be played back repeatedly.

Today is March 28th, and there are only three days left until the new semester at Grindelwald begins.

Quinn stayed in the apartment obediently these days. Ankuya was indeed very busy and never came to see him again.

Quinn made a deal with the old man who was the doorman downstairs in the apartment building. Quinn paid the old man 1 silver coin every month, and the old man gave Quinn the newspaper he finished reading every day.

Through this, he was able to learn about some current events in Ashwell.

For example, in the jewelry store robbery that day, there were not three robbers, but five. Before the law enforcement team arrived, two robbers had already disappeared into the sewer with jewelry worth nearly 3000 gold pounds. The brave law enforcement officers shot and killed the three robbers before they could escape, effectively protecting the lives and property of the citizens.

The newspapers didn't mention Quinn or Arcane, and Shadel Branson wasn't listed among the victims. Instead, her brother, Elon Branson, spoke out and delivered a serious speech. He first questioned the inefficiency of Ashwell's law enforcement system, then pledged to bring the escaped robbers to justice and provide an explanation to the victims' families.

Newspapers report on Elon almost every two days, and all of them are positive and uplifting. The further you go to Eastville, the more Elon's campaign posters there are. The men in the posters are handsome and resolute, and the slogan is "Let's make Ashville's tomorrow brighter."

Quinn always felt like he had heard similar words somewhere.

In the past few days, he has watched the future scenes from the divination over and over again no less than a hundred times.

I'm almost desensitized to Nene Amamiya's moans.

He couldn't figure out what had to happen to lead to this future.

The system even claimed that the predicted event would definitely happen and was almost unavoidable.

This is the divination for the 'near future', and the near future is seven days, so there are only less than four days left.

Just as the food in the apartment was finished, Quinn went out to buy some.

As if by some strange coincidence, he changed his clothes and took the cable car to the train station in Eastville.

He found window number 9 again, and the ticket seller was still the idle old lady.

Normally, anyone who wants to go to Dlingwo takes the train, and window No. 9 is the ticket office set up by the college. He wanted to ask the ticket seller if the interview results were out.

Well, it’s not that he’s thinking about his sister’s black stockings with long black hair, but mainly he wants to work and make money. Quinn doesn’t want to be that demon parasite.

"Interview? It's already today, and the faculty meeting before the start of school has already ended. How could the results not be out yet? If you haven't received a notification, it means you were unsuccessful. Go back, young man, and come back next time if you have the chance."

The answer he got was just as Quinn expected. He didn't feel any regret. After all, he wasn't that eager to complete the Demon King's mission. He was just forcibly tied to the Demon's ship and had no choice.

There was something indescribably strange about this woman, Amamiya Ningning, that Quinn felt. Even if he was successful in his application, no matter what happened, it was impossible for them to develop into that kind of relationship in just two or three days.

The plot of this book is right, the black silk succubus big sister is actually a nympho, on the first day of work, she was forced to drink a large dose of aphrodisiac, and performed it directly in the school [female teacher.avi].
My buddy is a demon warrior, not a stick warrior. It’s impossible, absolutely impossible!
The illustration system and future prompt system are damaged to varying degrees, but the divination system is in good condition. Now it seems that the divination system is probably broken, and the core divination function is broken, which is a waste of 10 soul fragments.

The system might work, but it's a little unlikely that the system will work.

But think on the bright side, if the divination is bad, then the deduced future will definitely not happen, so wouldn't I be able to get the reward for free?

Wow, there are rewards for this. Wow!
Since he was already here, Quinn went to a bookstore in Eastwell and wanted to buy some books related to heroes.

There are bookstores in Sewell, but they're mostly converted newsstands catering to low-income people. You won't find much literature there, and they mainly sell city maps, international newspapers, and inexpensive early childhood books.

The Eastwell Bookstore had a much more complete selection of books. Quinn took a carriage and arrived at what was said to be the most comprehensive bookstore in Ashwell. This bookstore, located near Cloud Avenue, was elegantly decorated and spanned three stories.

This scale is nothing on Earth, but the combined production capacity of all publishers in Tamilan may not be comparable to that of any printing factory in modern society. Books are expensive luxuries in this era, and bookstores do not provide browsing services. Every book is tightly sealed with oil paper.

The book Quinn was reading was a trial copy provided by the publisher, which could be used to select the quality of paper and printing, just like tasting cakes in a cake shop.

The world's papermaking technology is much more developed than Quinn expected.

For example, the paper used in the book in his hand has very good whiteness, flexibility and smoothness, and the printing is also very clean and clear. This is definitely not a book that can be produced in a small workshop, but requires a complete set of mature industrial systems as a basis.

After a period of integration and learning, Quinn found that there was a sense of disharmony in the development of Tamilan civilization.

Basic industries like iron smelting, papermaking, and textiles had almost reached the level of the first half of the 20th century. Construction and art were also well developed, but the roads were still dominated by horse-drawn carriages. The most advanced firearms, in his opinion, were the crude flintlock rifles, and there was basically no technology related to electricity.
It's as if some invisible hand is deliberately hindering the progress of civilization.

"Hello, sir?"

The voice was soft, mixed with the sound of the rain outside, clean and clear.

Quinn subconsciously turned his head and looked into the girl's clear eyes.

"I see you've been standing here for a long time. Do you want to buy this book?"

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, her beautiful cold tea brown curly hair was tied into a ponytail and draped behind her head, revealing her smooth and white forehead.

She looked almost as tall as Quinn's shoulders, so she didn't need to look up too high to look at Quinn, who was 1.83 meters tall. Her slightly raised chin was a small oval shape, her slender nose tip was particularly beautiful, and there was a clear smile at the corner of her mouth.

"I can get you a brand new, unopened copy."

She was wearing a somewhat worn red sweater jacket, and a white dress underneath had a bookstore ID card hanging on it, indicating her identity.

"No need." Quinn naturally wouldn't say he was watching a fictional divination over and over again. "I'm just interested in this book, so I'm just learning a little bit."

"Oh, I won't bother you anymore."

The salesgirl's tone was a little embarrassed.

Quinn subconsciously lowered his head and saw the words "How to Treat Premature Ejaculation and Infertility" written on the cover of the book in his hand.

Damn it, what are you guys using as counter displays for books?
He quickly put "How to Treat Premature Ejaculation and Infertility" back on the bookshelf, coughed lightly, and pretended nothing happened and said, "Sorry for the mistake. I want to buy some books related to heroes."

Although the book was very expensive, Ankuya gave him 20 gold pounds at one time a few days ago, so he was considered a wealthy man now.

"Hero?" The salesgirl was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "Please follow me. The hero's book is on the second floor."

Quinn glanced at the badge on her chest. The clerk's name was "Uther."

It's weird that a girl would have such a name.
The Brave Man's book was surprisingly easy to find. As soon as he reached the second floor, Quinn saw the three big words "The Brave Man's Biography" on the most eye-catching bookshelf.

It’s actually a bestseller?
When you walk in, you'll see everything from fairy tales to biographical novels.

"Sir, this is our store's best-selling book, 'The Legend of the Brave.' Buy three and you'll get a 10% discount. Take your time reading. I'll get you a glass of water."

Quinn picked up a sample book and flipped through it, his brows gradually furrowing.

"Grandpa Merlin Uses a Stone to Shoot Down the Demon Satellite", "The Fifth Hero Tames the Weather", "The Prodigy Who Descended from the Sky, General Amemiya".
Quinn laughed angrily. What is this B Tamura grace text?
Miss Uther returned with a glass of warm water. Quinn took it and said, "Are these books... artistically processed?"

She nodded as if it was a given. "Yes, the 'Brave Legend' series is mostly about bardic stories that are very popular. Not only in our Eswell, but also in the children of the Southern Continent and the Eastern Kingdom, they love it. I heard that there are even many readers in the empire of the Northern Continent."

"No, no, no, I'm not looking for fiction." Quinn put down "The Legend of the Brave" and said, "Are there any non-fiction books? For example, one that tells the life story of a hero, or about interpersonal relationships, preferably written by the hero himself, or an autobiography."

Miss Yuser thought for a moment and nodded. "Yes, but I don't think we have many in our store. Heroes rarely write books. Most of them are revised versions of their quotations, or historians' research on them."

"Any recommendations?"

"Of course, please follow me." Quinn followed behind Yuther, his eyes fell on the half of her calf that was exposed, and he took a sip of water.

"Is there lemon in this water?"

"Yes, you can actually taste it. Are you a food critic?" She thought about those chefs who were praised as amazing in the newspapers. They were all dressed like Quinn, which made people feel mysterious and impressive.

".That's not the case. I used to drink it often."

The "before" that Quinn mentioned refers to the time on Earth. His employer as a cram school teacher was from Guangdong. They often made lemonade at home, and he got used to drinking it over time.

"Wow, other places have lemonade too?" The girl was surprised and couldn't help but look back at Quinn. Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, she said, "I thought this was a practice only in my family."

"By the way." Quinn paused and looked at her: "Have we met somewhere before? You look familiar."

With his memory, this feeling of déjà vu while not being able to identify who it is is quite rare.

"Is this your way of chatting up people?" Yuser asked with a smile.

".Sorry, it seems I made a mistake."

She didn't think much of it and took him to the corner of the second floor, where there were several rows of books with "brave" in the title.

"If you want an autobiography, there's only one, this one by the First Hero, Link."

She took down a book with 'Link.4' written on its seal. "This autobiography is said to have been revised by the Hero Link himself, but the authenticity of its contents is uncertain; after all, it's written years ago."

"What does this '4' mean? Are there 123 more volumes?" Quinn took the book and weighed it. It was only about a finger's width thick, very thin and light, but the price was not cheap, costing 5 silver coins.

"It's said that there are five volumes of Brave Link's autobiography, but because it's so old, only the fourth volume is still in circulation. If you want to collect the rest, you have to try your luck at auction houses or collectors."

"What's the title of the book? 'Link the Brave's Autobiography'? 'The Legend of Zelda'? Or 'We Did Borrow from Breath of the Wild'?" Quinn planned to ask the powerful Doraemon to think of a solution.

"No, I remember it was called." Yuser held his chin with his hand and thought for a while.

“My Struggle.”

"?"

"Besides that, there's also Merlin the Second Hero. He has many books." Uther walked forward, his slender fingers brushing the backs of the books. "Here are all the ones. After all, he's the founder of our city of Ashwell. However, the books written by Merlin himself are probably only available at Grindelwald College. These are all studies on him by Ashwell historians. I recommend this one."

She pulled out a book much thicker than My Struggle IV and handed it to Quinn. "This is 'The Second Hero and the Arcane Industrial Revolution,' written by Professor Grindelwald Preston Murphy. While the content is technical, it's written in a very accessible way. Even non-arcanists can understand it."

Quinn nodded and accepted it.

"Where are the other heroes? Aren't there seven heroes in total?"

"Not every hero has a book. For example, the original heroes are only recorded in the Holy See's 'Gospel of Creation,' or the third hero, about whom no information has been passed down. The records of them are all speculation and not very worth reading."

Yuther tucked her skirt between her legs and squatted down lightly, speaking as she searched. "The Sixth Hero, who was closest to us, disappeared after defeating the Demon King, and no records remain. All information on the Fifth Hero, Jiangnan, is controlled by the Vatican and can't be found in bookstores. Here, there are these two books you can read."

She introduced them respectively: "The Tale of Amemiya, written by a descendant of the Eastern Kingdom's royal family and the fourth hero, Amemiya Tetsuno, and The Uniqueness of the Hero and Memoirs of the Demon War, published by the History Department of the Imperial University."

Quinn took the two books and silently wrote down the names of all the heroes she mentioned.

Original Hero: Unknown, suspected to have traveled through time before the Fifth Era, and the clues are related to the Holy See of Light.

The First Brave: Link, who traveled through time to the beginning of the Fifth Era, fourteen hundred years ago.

The second brave man: Merlin, who traveled back in time 1,100 years ago, is the founder of Grindelwald Academy and Ashwell.

The third hero: Unknown, traveled through time about 860 years ago.

The fourth hero: Tetsuya Amamiya, traveled back in time about 620 years ago.

The Fifth Hero: Jiangnan, traveled through time about four hundred years ago.

The Sixth Hero: Unknown, the time he traveled through is modern times.

By the way, what kind of names do you guys get? You want to form an Earth All-Star team in another world, right?

If the fellow villagers who traveled through time were all modern people, then the speed of time in Taimulan would definitely be different from that on Earth. The seven people were separated by at least 1,400 years.
What is the principle?
"That's all I can recommend." She thought for a moment, then whispered to Quinn, "There's also a less-than-reliable urban legend—twenty years ago, the diary of the Third Hero leaked out of the Philippine Empire, but was stolen by smugglers. This incident infuriated the Emperor, who executed over a hundred people in the country. It's said, but it's just said, that the diary was later sold to Ashwell. If you're interested, you can try to find it."

Quinn raised an eyebrow and said, "I didn't realize you knew so much about the heroes."

Yusuf nodded generously: "I am very interested in them!"

"Oh? Then I think we could communicate more." Quinn's eyes suddenly opened, the words stuck in his throat.

Through the second-floor window, he saw an owl standing on a branch in the hazy rain and fog.

The elegant feathers and bright yellow pupils were exactly the same one he saw when Grindelwald rode the Star Ladder!
The owl was also looking at him, holding a mailbox in its triangular beak.

"Ms. Uther, I have to leave now because of something urgent. I want all these books. Thank you for your recommendation."

After saying that, Quinn picked up four books and hurried downstairs.

"Miss Uther?"

The young clerk glanced at her work badge and then laughed out loud.

"--sister."

With a hoarse voice typical of adolescence, a boy about the same height as the girl walked out from behind the bookcase, holding a dripping umbrella.

"Eh? Uther? When did you get here?"

"Just arrived. I didn't bother you because you had clients there. Thank you for covering for me..."

Youser paused, his voice a little stiff, as if he was wearing too little and was cold from walking in the rain. "That guy just now, wasn't some strange person?"

"Strange person?" The girl took off her coat and put it on her brother. After thinking for a moment, she smiled and said, "Hmm~ He seems a little strange."

The cashier's voice downstairs shouted in surprise, "Celia! Celia! Come quickly! That customer just now was so rich! He gave me three gold pounds and left without even asking for change!"

The girl named Celia also responded loudly: "Then don't tell the boss, I'm the one selling the books, I want the biggest share!"

Quinn stood blankly under the tree.

When the owl saw him come out, it dropped the mailbox and flew away.

Inside the mailbox was a train ticket and a short letter with the Grindelwald postmark and the seal of the Academic Affairs Department.
Mr. Quinn:

Congratulations on passing the assessment for the teaching assistant position in Grindelwald's Divination Department. You are hereby notified to report to Grindelwald on April 4st.

Grindelwald School Office

【Amemiya Nene de Cavendish】

With a snap, the opened mailbox fell to the ground.

With a loud bang, lightning and thunder flashed, illuminating Quinn's confused face.

Female teacher.avi Damn, I’m sweating all over, brother, is it too late to learn how to be a male actor now?

(End of this chapter)