Chapter 265: Elliot-the book flipper(b) (1/2)

Elliot's casual words, said in an overconfident way, suppressed all the aggressive desires of the librarian.

Although the librarian was more than 200 years old, he failed to tell whether Elliot was lying or not. Actually, from the looks of it, he wasn't lying. But the truth was so hard to swallow that the librarian couldn't take it in his mouth.

”Are you saying that you've memorized all of the books that you had picked up, casually flipped through, and placed down on the shelves?”

The librarian came from a race where people could live for a hundred and fifty years. His people shared 75% similarities with humans. They could evolve three times, and each evolution would add another 150 years. There were two stripes on his head, meaning he had become twice. It has lived for 365 years and has come across many prodigies, both good and evil, but not even a single one of them dared proclaim that they would be able to memorize a book by merely flipping through it.

Many visitors were interested in the confrontation between the two. They were all looking at them, and they had their ears perked up, intent on eavesdropping on their talk. Hearing their conversation led them to believe that either something was wrong with Elliot or something was wrong with their ears.

All in all, the onlookers had the same thought as the librarian.

They just couldn't believe Elliot.

Heck, even the latest esoteric technology produced by the soul race that was the center and the trading partner of many civilizations couldn't do that!

So, how could they believe that a mere human who belonged to a low-end civilization had better memorization capabilities than a robot?

Even robots had to go through each page to record the contents inside of them, not flip through them!

”My eyesight is sharp, and I don't forget what I see even once. A single glance is all it takes for me to get things in my brain. In my homeworld, I am called the greatest bookworm in history!” Elliot said, adding spices to his name, praising himself with a straight face, mixing black with gallons of white, gingerly making others believes his white lies through his innocent eyes, ”So, yes, I have. Don't you believe me?”

How hard was it to believe his words?

Consider ten thousand miniature versions of yourself slapping their foreheads and screaming at you not to believe him; that's how much hard it was for the librarian and the onlookers to believe him.

”If you prove it to me, I will allow you to head to the second floor and read books there for free.”

”If not?”