There is only such a word, and it is not clear what it means in the entire passage if you look at it alone.
Victor felt tired, and he finally gave up comparing other texts and withdrew from the inner data room.
When he came out, he found that it was quite late and there was no one at the counter. Even Miss Charlotte had gone home from work.
He was about to leave, but suddenly he saw a tall figure passing in front of him.
That's Amanda, she should have just come out of Mr. Minister's office.
Victor's heart moved, and he looked deeper into the corridor and found that the door of the minister's office was still open, and William Marshall was still inside.
After looking at the hieroglyphs copied in his hand, Victor wanted to talk to the minister, so he walked over.
William Marshall was lying on his back on the chair behind the table, as if he was about to fall asleep.
Victor arrived just in time and interrupted him.
Perhaps because he was often woken up by Amanda through violent means, William did not have the so-called "getting up" mood. He opened his eyes, took a deep breath in a relaxed manner, then looked at Victor and asked: "Mr. No. 99, you came in really well."
If it's not the right time, I suggest you knock on the door."
"I've already knocked on the door, otherwise how could you lose your dreamland?" Victor teased.
Only then did William remember the sound that interrupted his sleep just now.
"Okay! Normally half of the people are off work at this time. Do you have any questions about coming to me?"
"Of course, I want to show you this."
As he spoke, Victor handed over the hieroglyphs and spread them out on the table in front of William.
William recognized the origin of this writing at a glance: "Well, it should be the ancient hieroglyphics on the red earth. Where did you get it?"
Victor thought for a while and replied casually: "I saw it on the black market and I was curious."
"It's not an ordinary black market, right? Otherwise, is it worth a mid-level agent from the Ministry of Defense and Suppression to be so concerned about it?" William understood clearly and pointed out what Victor wanted to hide.
However, Victor just smiled and did not confess.
William did not press the question and continued: "Do you need any help? Translate this passage?"
"Yes."
"You can already enter the data room at will. That will help you more than me." William replied calmly.
Victor immediately pointed out the difficulty - for an ordinary person like him who has no linguistic foundation, the comparison of massive data is too complicated and cumbersome.
At this time, the tall and hot Amanda entered William's office. She saw Victor, and as expected, there was a trace of displeasure on her face, but she was quickly called over by William.
"Amanda, please come over and take a look at this and provide some help to our Mr. No. 99."
When Amanda saw that hieroglyphic text, she frowned.
"The ancient hieroglyphs came from the northern part of the red earth and should be ancient Yistian."
"Old Yistian?" Victor murmured.
"Nowadays, most of the people in the northern part of the Red Land are Sarcens, but a long time ago, that land was actually connected to the Western Continent. According to legend, there was a group of demi-gods called the Aru tribe who lived in the mythical period. They used a kind of
Hieroglyphics, something like this.”
Hmm...another story from the age of myth, and a new race of demi-gods.
"Can you translate it, Amanda?" William opened the drawer to get the ashtray and prepared to light a cigar.
Amanda's hand quickly pushed the drawer back to him, and then said: "I am not a linguist, so I can only translate it straightforwardly based on my own knowledge. The meaning of this passage is that everything will have flaws."
It is actually quite reasonable to translate the text that Victor found alone as "flaw".
But the meaning of the entire passage is puzzling. Like Zheyan, the question is why Mr. Question left this passage where he sat?
"Any more questions? Mr. 99?" William looked at him.
Victor picked up the page and replied with a smile: "No more, I'm sorry to disturb you..."
…
To be honest, there was almost nothing gained in the past two days. Mr. Question was unwilling to engage in intelligence transactions, but the hieroglyphs left behind allowed Victor to translate such an inexplicable sentence, which is really puzzling.
The only thing that needs to be taken care of is that some people are also looking for the butterfly secret transmission.
No matter who the other party is, if he wants to find Victor, then Victor will also gain something by finding him. The result will most likely be a fight to the death...
Since there were no clues about the secret transmission and path rules, Victor decided to plan another thing first, which was how to control his own learning process.
It has been a while since he became a Talisman Master of the Secret Transmission II, but Victor has never felt that his study progress has made any significant progress.
Of course, he was not in a hurry to reach the threshold of Secret Transmission 2. If he did not know the lethality, it would be tantamount to committing suicide.
What he needs to do is to determine what kind of behavior will speed up the progress, and before he understands the lethality of this stage, he can avoid it to avoid causing accidents.
So what exactly is the behavior of the Talisman Master?
When it came to just drawing spells, Victor drew a lot and didn't feel any progress.
At home, he saw the sunglasses he had left behind when he played the fortune teller, and he considered whether he should pretend to be a fortune teller again and give fortune tellers to his guests.
The place where I used to do business was outside the Divination Club in the East District. Business there was good, but I was evicted because someone reported me.
Now that some time had passed, people there had probably forgotten about Victor, and he was wondering whether he should try there again.
However, when he went to the Divination Club to inspect, he found that the original club had closed. The road on that street was crushed by something unknown. Workers were renovating it. There were no shops that could operate normally, let alone be placed outside.
of hawkers.
He could only give up this highly trafficked treasure land and finally set his target at the dock area...
The advantage of the dock area is that there are many lower-level workers, and there must be a lot of people who need to transfer talismans. Victor can save time on verification.
The Cambino family was also there, and Victor could just find out what the current situation was like between Mike and the Cigar Club.
He came to the shore of the fishing port, once again set up a square table by the roadside, held up a banner, and attracted the attention of passers-by with an out-of-the-box image.
Soon, some workers came over during a short break and kept teasing Victor's dress and posture.
In their eyes, this is a weirdo, a guy with mental problems.
"Do you hope that you will have good luck in the next day? You might as well sit down and chat with me." Victor, wearing sunglasses, calmly solicited guests.
A laborer came over at the instigation of his companions, sat in front of Victor and started chatting with him.
Victor made a fortune-telling for him and figured out that the opponent seemed to be in danger of a bloody disaster. He frowned and drew a golden spell and handed it to the opponent.
"Sir, your life is about to be threatened. This thing attached to your body can help you resolve the crisis."
The worker looked at Victor's charm carefully and did not reach out to take it out of caution.
"Are you going to charge a fee?"
"I'll charge you 10 French cents for the materials."
"Damn it! Are you kidding me? My daily income is only twenty cents, and for this piece of paper..."
The words of the other party made Victor realize the poor life of these workers. He stared at the spell he drew. The cost was indeed less than 10 cents. Is it worth worrying about such a small amount of money and letting the guy in front of him die?
"Since you are my first guest, I will give it to you for free."
