Chapter 24

However, fortunately, as a descendant of the Randen family and the future heir of the Brandt Group, Quentin was not a complete good-for-nothing second-generation rich kid. He had many innate talents for intrigue and entrapment, which were naturally endowed to scions of such prominent families.

Quentin was no exception. His mind turned, and immediately a wicked idea sprang to his mind. He looked at Ymir with a certain determined and mocking gaze, pointed at Ymir, and said, "Honorable Guardian, I know this person. He is a classmate of mine from the theology department at Columbia University. His name is Ymir, just the descendant of a commoner. I don't know how he managed to sneak into the Saint Knight Library through such despicable means, so I was just about to have him expelled from here."

The guardian's expression changed slightly. His gaze fell on Ymir, and he asked in a deep voice, "Mr. Ymir, is this true?"

Quentin watched from the side, feeling extremely smug.

Ha, Ymir, it's a great pity that the people I sent didn't get rid of you. But what can be done? Who asked you to sneak into the Saint John Knight Library on your own?

When Father Terence brought you in here, he certainly didn't tell you how confidential this Saint Knight Library is.

Thinking about this, Quentin shook his head again, thinking to himself, "No, no, Father Terence, such a fair and upright person, would never violate the rules and bring Ymir into the library privately. It must be that Ymir himself, by chance, learned about the Saint Knight Library from Father Terence and sneaked in on his own!"

Thinking about Father Terence's usual conduct, Quentin automatically filled in a scene in his mind:

Perhaps during one of Father Terence's classes, he accidentally mentioned the existence of the Saint John Knight Library. And Ymir, with his sinister intentions, wanted to sneak in here to read those ancient books with powerful magical powers!

Anyway, Quentin usually skipped classes and rarely listened to lectures at Columbia University. Even in Father Terence's personally taught theology class, his body might be in the classroom, but his mind was elsewhere.

As for whether Father Terence ever mentioned the Saint Knight Library in class, what did it matter? Now that Ymir has been caught in the library, who cares how he got in?

The guardians of the library are not known for their good temper. Just listen to the guardian's tone; it's clear he's already furious. Quentin looked at Ymir with great anticipation, waiting for him to stammer and fail to speak, and then he would urge the guardian to immediately remove this "thief" who has defiled the Saint Knight Library.

However, unlike Quentin's imagined scenario, Ymir maintained his composure in front of the guardian. He nodded and said, "Yes, that's right. This Mr. Quentin has been disturbing me all along, like a buzzing fly. I want to file a complaint against him."

The guardian immediately stood at attention and saluted Ymir, promising, "Rest assured, Mr. Ymir, you will never see this 'fly' in the Saint Knight Library again!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and lifted Quentin off the ground.

Quentin was waiting to see Ymir's downfall, but he was unexpectedly lifted into the air by the guardian. He immediately struggled and tried to argue, "Guardian, you've got the wrong person. Ymir is over there."

The guardian followed Quentin's finger and looked at Ymir, who had returned to his seat to read *Requiem for the Wraith*. He then looked at Quentin and said irritably, "I've got the right person, no mistake!"

"But... but why... he's the one who sneaked in..."

Quentin pointed at Ymir, almost unable to speak from anxiety.

The guardian's brow furrowed. Wasn't what he said clear enough? Although he didn't want to argue with this little book servant, since it concerned Mr. Ymir's reputation, he still had to shake his head and say firmly, "Mr. Ymir absolutely has the right to read in the Saint Knight Library at any time. I brought him in personally. Do you have any more questions, Quentin?"

"This is impossible!" Quentin was dumbfounded. He shouted, "This is the eighteenth floor of the Saint Knight Library, the lowest and most core level. Only those with written approval from the Church headquarters can enter."

Quentin was very clear that Ymir's family was just an ordinary family living in the lowest and dirtiest part of New York City, Hell's Kitchen. Moreover, this family had no parents as the main breadwinners, relying only on an older sister working to support the family.

How could such a family have any connection with the Church headquarters in Vatican City? Come on, one is in America, the other in Europe. Ymir might not have even been to the Vatican.

His voice was so loud that the readers immersed in the mysteries of magic on various floors were all startled. They then noticed that a young man had indeed taken a seat in the reading hall on the lowest floor at some point.

Unlike Quentin, who was a book servant working as a laborer in the Saint Knight Library, or the guardian, who was a gatekeeper, this young man was truly sitting in a chair with the right to read.

Rarely did the Saint John Knight Library see whispers and murmurs.

Due to the library's structure, each floor was semi-circular. Many readers couldn't help but put down their magical tomes, leaning curiously on the railings, secretly looking down.

The guardian's face had already turned ashen. Like other forces under the Church, the Saint John Knight Order had developed considerable power over a thousand years.

Quentin was right; theoretically, only those who had been reviewed by the Vatican could enter the Saint Knight Library.

However, there was an exception.

"Quentin, I must tell you that the esteemed Mr. Ymir is a new official member of the Saint John Knight Order. Are you saying that members of the Saint John Knight Order do not have the right to enter the Saint Knight Library?"

Of course, this was a joke. The Saint Knight Library was under the protection of the Saint John Knight Order. If anyone could enter without any restrictions, it would be the knights of the Saint John Knight Order.

Quentin was already stunned. He looked at the guardian and pleaded, "This is impossible. Joining the Knight Order is extremely strict. Only those born into saint families and who have made great contributions to the Church can apply to join. And Ymir, he is just the descendant of a commoner. What right does he have to step into here?"