They've Come to the Librarian to Ask for People / Do You Want to Leave Standing Up or Lying Down?

In the moment before losing consciousness, Gyutaro had this thought in his mind.

Mei, run!

Chapter 101 Demanding People from the Scribe

When Gyutaro woke up again, he found himself in a house.

She was covered with a soft cotton quilt, and next to her was a burning stove with hot water on it.

Having never experienced such favorable conditions before, Gyutaro felt as if he were dreaming.

Just then, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open.

Who is it!

Turning his head, Gyutaro, with a ferocious expression, looked over.

You're awake, just as the Mister Scribe guessed.

Upon entering the room, Yushiro placed the plate he was carrying on the table.

On it were foods that Gyutaro had only ever seen at lavish banquets, but could only look at from afar.

Delicate pastries, warm fish soup, and a side dish.

Eat up. This is Mister Scribe asked me to bring. Be grateful for his great kindness!

After hearing Yushiro's words, Gyutaro couldn't help but glance at the food a few more times.

He subconsciously swallowed, but still turned his head away.

I won't eat it; what if it's poisonous?

Upon hearing this, Yushiro's cold face suddenly broke into a smile.

Do you think it would take this long to kill you?

Yushiro pointed to Gyutaro's abdomen and said.

If it weren't for the Mister Scribe's treatment, that one wound alone would have been enough to bleed you to death.

At this point, Gyutaro realized that he had been wrapped in bandages all over his body without his noticing.

The injuries sustained from previous debt collection and fights have been treated, and the bleeding wounds have been carefully bandaged.

Even Gyutaro knows that without excellent medical knowledge, such a procedure cannot be performed.

Clearly, Yushiro was right.

After glancing at the other person, Gyutaro gritted his teeth and walked to the table.

This was the first time I'd ever tasted food like this, and my taste buds were instantly overwhelmed by its deliciousness. (Reading by La)

With a variety of flavors filling his mouth, Gyutaro felt as if he had entered heaven.

A tear unconsciously rolled down his cheek, Gyutaro slowly lowered his right hand, which was holding the food.

Then, he looked at Yushiro.

May I give these things to Mei?

Blinking, Yushiro finally realized what was happening.

You mean the little girl following behind you? Don't worry about her, Miss Tamayo just gave her a bath.

Hearing that Mei was alright and even doing better than him, Gyutaro was finally relieved.

He suddenly rushed to the table and frantically stuffed the unfinished food into his mouth.

They don't let a single grain of rice, a drop of soup, or a speck of oil go to waste.

Before long, he had eaten everything.

Even after eating so much food, Gyutaro still felt very hungry.

Is there any more? I want to eat more.

Shaking his head, Yushiro said.

The Mister Scribe said that you can't eat too much food now, otherwise you'll burst your stomach.

As a doctor, Scribe naturally knew that one should not give too much food to someone who had been starving for a long time.

He licked his Gyutaro and nodded.

If you've eaten your fill, come with me; the Mister Scribe wants to see you.

After saying that, Yushiro pushed open the door and went out.

After hesitating for a moment, Gyutaro went out anyway.

Coincidentally, he also wanted to see what kind of person the man who had been attacked by him but still chose to help him was.

Led by Yushiro, Gyutaro finally walked into the hall.

The Mister Scribe was there.

Pointing to the back of a figure on the sofa in front of him, Yushiro then looked at Gyutaro.

Just a heads-up, don't do too many pointless things, otherwise...

He grinned, a fierce glint in Yushiro's eyes.

If the other party didn't have other ideas, I wouldn't mind helping those two adults clean up the trash.

Ignoring Yushiro's threat, Gyutaro scoffed and walked over.

When he got there, he found that the man named Scribe was indeed sitting there.

Beside him sat a beautiful woman named Tamayo.

Meanwhile, his younger sister, Mei, was being petted by Scribe like a kitten.

Judging from the faint smile on her face, Mei was enjoying herself.

Upon seeing Gyutaro's appearance, Mei's face lit up with joy, and she immediately rushed out.

Brother, you're awake.

A forced smile appeared on his ugly face, Gyutaro indicated that he was alright.

He learned what happened after he fell into a coma from his sister.

After being knocked unconscious by the Scribe's punch, Yushiro originally suggested killing him.

Upon hearing this, Mei immediately stepped in front of herself to block the way.

Although his sister was determined to protect him, how could he possibly be a match for Yushiro?

If Scribe hadn't intervened in time to stop Yushiro, his and his sister's bodies would probably be cold by now.

Thinking of the possible scenarios, Gyutaro instinctively hugged his sister.

As his only solace in the world, he would rather die than see Mei suffer any harm.

Looking at the trembling Gyutaro, the Scribe smiled slightly.

Shouldn't you say thank you for protecting your sister?

Upon hearing this, Gyutaro was taken aback.

Before today, I had always been the one protecting my younger sister.

This is the first time Mei has protected herself.

Mei smiled slightly as she glanced at Gyutaro expression was somewhat embarrassed.

It's alright, brother. Mei is genuinely happy that she was able to protect him.

With a relieved smile, Gyutaro was about to say something.

However, there was a sudden, urgent knocking at the door.

Yushiro, go open the door.

Upon sensing that the presence outside was human, the Scribe gestured for Yushiro to open the door.

Upon hearing the Scribe's words, Yushiro suddenly appeared behind him and nodded.

He walked to the door and opened it.

Before Yushiro could speak, a figure walked straight in.

The woman who entered was thin, with narrow eyes, slightly thick lips, and heavy makeup on her face.

Looking around, she first saw Gyutaro and Mei, and a glint of light flashed in her eyes.

Upon seeing the woman, their expressions instantly changed.

With a disdainful expression, the woman then looked at the Scribe sitting in the main seat.

You're the one in charge here, aren't you?

The Scribe nodded but didn't say anything.

Do you know what happens to someone who randomly takes in a person who has signed a contract of servitude in the Yoshiwara Flower District?!

After saying that, she took out a piece of paper from her bosom.

This was clearly Mei's indenture.

Upon seeing the contract of indenture, young Mei turned deathly pale, as if she had witnessed something terrifying.

In order to survive in this chaotic era, they did indeed sign indentured servitude agreements.

Unexpectedly, the other party came knocking on our door so quickly.

The woman glanced at the expressions of Gyutaro and Ume and gave a cold smile.

Now, please hand over these two guys.

He holds the indenture in his left hand and extends his right hand forward, making a tray-like shape.

The woman looked at Scribe with disdain. Scribe said that she was already giving him a lot of face by coming to ask for the person in person.

Looking at the expressions on the three people's faces, the Scribe understood what had happened.

It seems they've come to demand people from us.

Chapter 102 Do you want to go out vertically or horizontally?

With a raised eyebrow, the Scribe did not answer the woman directly, but instead looked at Mei and Gyutaro.

Mei, come here.

The Scribe waved, signaling the other person not to be afraid.

Seeing the woman staring at her, young Mei was so frightened that she dared not walk and hid her petite body behind Gyutaro.

Reaching out to block his younger sister, Gyutaro grinned at the woman who wanted to see him.

Then, he tried to soften the expression on his face.

It's alright, Mei, don't be afraid, your brother will watch over you.

Upon hearing her brother's words, Mei nodded and quickly ran towards the Scribe.

With a leap, he rushed into the Scribe's arms.

Mei nestled her little head in Scribe's arms, looking as relieved as a little rabbit that had found its home.

Scribe gently stroked the other person's snow-white hair and spoke slowly.

Mei, do you want to go to that woman's place?

Without the slightest hesitation, Mei decisively refused.

No, Mei doesn't want to leave here!

After saying that, she turned her head and looked at the woman.

It stuck out its little tongue, seemingly as if taunting the other party.