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Chapter 20 Deciphering

Chapter 20 Deciphering

As Claude expected, Erikson and Viriclo were ready to hunt wild cats as soon as school was over. Claude reminded them that although their fathers were citizens and could legally own muskets, they

Now he is still enjoying the same national treatment as his father if he is not eighteen years old.

But after all, it is very dangerous to use a musket to shoot wild cats in the town. This is not to say that wild cats will pose a danger to them, but Claude is worried that they may accidentally injure pedestrians with their muskets.

Finally, these two guys understood the importance of right and wrong, and decided to change weapons after discussing it. Viricero went home to get a hunting bow, and Ericson went to the dock to ask his sailor to borrow a crossbow. Although the range of these two weapons was longer than that of a musket,

Much shorter, but should be enough to deal with feral cats.

Bockaar has a stone crossbow at home, which was the long-range weapon that his father carried when he was young and knew how to escort goods on long distances. Under the constant encouragement of Ericsson and Viriklo, they were still planning for their father in the morning.

Bok'ar, who was excited and proud about the route plan, decided to put aside the rise of White Deer Town and so on. It would not be too late to go home and get the stone crossbow to fight the wild cats with his friends before continuing to be excited...

Only Claude refused the invitation of his friends. His excuse was not that he didn't want to find a wild cat to avenge his insomnia, but that he didn't sleep well last night and was almost late in the morning. He had another day of classes and was really tired. Now he feels

He could hardly open his eyes. So he wanted to go home and have a good sleep first. He could only ask his good friends to help him take revenge on the wild cat...

This was a good excuse. Instead of forcing Claude to join them, the friends thoughtfully asked him to go home and rest early. They also said that if there was any harvest, they would bring some to school tomorrow so that Claude could have a taste of cat meat.

When I got home, I was very lucky. My mother took Little Fatty to visit next door. Mrs. Aleka, who had just moved in on the third floor, became my mother's good friend at some point. She often gossiped together and forgot to go home to cook.

Time. The most important thing is that Mrs. Aleka has a seven-year-old daughter. The little chubby found a playmate and was so happy that she refused to go home several times.

Angelina has also come home from school and is doing homework on the dining table.

Claude touched his sister's head and told her the excuse again, asking her to note down that no one would disturb his rest unless he called him again during meals.

Returning to his small attic, Claude wiped away the decadence and listlessness on his face, and suddenly became energetic. He opened the drawer, took out the results of last night, and copied seven pages of recipes with the words Gu Herz

Manly paper with Chinese characters, Claude also specially numbered each piece of paper in order not to confuse the order.

Do you want to decipher it immediately? Looking at the Ancient Hertzian dictionary on the table, Claude felt an impatience surge in his heart. At this moment, he really wanted to know the hidden words recorded in this magic recipe book.

What kind of secret.

However, Claude still forced himself to calm down. He had better take advantage of this little time to regain his energy and copy two more pages from this magic recipe book. Anyway, these ancient Hertzian words on each page were too small.

Just a few lines, so as not to have to decipher those seven pages and have to copy them intermittently while basking in the moonlight...

After concentrating on copying two more pages of recipes, Claude finally began to decipher them.

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...Today is August 11, 3341 in the Nomadin magic calendar, and it rains.

After seven days of long journey, eight of us finally arrived at Jinshuilu Town.

We stayed at the Xianglu Tavern.

I was preparing to have lunch, and when I saw the recipe, I was shocked. I never thought that someone would use magic-patterned paper made of manticore skin to copy a recipe...

I asked the tavern clerk, and he said that someone took this blank book to pay the wine bill half a month ago. It happened that the menu in the store was torn up by two drunken men in a fight. The boss thought this book was leather paper.

If it breaks easily, use it for recipes.

What a waste of money! I really couldn't stand that such a precious magic paper book was used as a recipe, so I bought it with a Sullivan.

Brother Davari said it was not worth it. Although the magic pattern talisman paper made of manticore skin is a good material for making a magic book, the recipes have been copied into the book, and the magic patterns on the talisman paper have been destroyed and cannot be used again.

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He's right, but I didn't buy this cookbook to use as a magic book. I didn't bring a diary with me this time, so I just used this book to write in my diary. As for the recipes above, I can use it as a disguise...

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This was what was recorded on the first page of the recipe, and it took Claude more than an hour to decipher it. After reading it, Claude was a little excited, a little disappointed, and a little confused.

I am excited that this recipe book is indeed a magician's handbook, but I am disappointed that this recipe book does not hide any magician's secrets. This is clearly stated on the first page. The magician just discovered this precious book.

The magic-patterned paper pad made of manticore skin was used as a recipe book, so I bought it as a diary.

What’s confusing is that at the beginning, when was August 11, 3341, in the Nomad Magic Calendar? The continent of Farea is more than 4,000 years old in the Dark Calendar, plus more than 500 years in the Holy Light Calendar. Claude has never seen it.

What is the record about the Nomadin Magic Calendar? Could it be that the Nomadin Magic Calendar is the Gregorian calendar unique to magicians?

Sighing, Claude picked up the second and third pages of the copied recipes. There were only a few lines of words on these two pages, so it was very easy to decipher.

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...August 12, 3341 in the Normartine Calendar, sunny.

There was nothing much to do during the day today, I have been meditating in my room.

Last night, Baota Yin found two barmaids having a party next door, which made me unable to sleep.

I said a few words to him during dinner and he was very impatient.

He said if he doesn't enjoy it now, he won't have a chance, and everyone's faces look bad...

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...August 13, 3341 in the Nomad calendar, was overcast, and it rained lightly in the evening.

Meditate in your room during the day.

During dinner in the evening, Brother Davari's face was very serious. He told me the news that a team of mages was ambushed in the Binho Valley. All eleven fourth-ring and three-ring mages were killed by muskets, and only one five-ring mages were killed.

Master Huan was shot three times and escaped.

Binho Valley is only more than a hundred miles away from Jinshuilu Town. This is really bad news.

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Strangely, there were muskets at that time, and you could even ambush the magician's team. Claude became curious and continued to decipher the fourth page, which had more words.

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...August 14, 3341 in the Nomadin calendar, sunny.

Today I met Master Jones. Like me, he is a fourth-ring mage.

When I saw him, he was in a very embarrassed and disgraced state in the lobby of the tavern, desperately pouring rye into his mouth.

Brother Davari said that he was like this because he escaped from death.

Master Jones is from Josubo City. Like us, he received a summons from the Magic Stewardship, ordering them to come to Jinshuilu Town to assemble.

Thirteen of them were also ambushed by musketeers in the wilderness less than fifty miles away from Jinshuilu Town. Only six of them ran back, and Master Jones was one of them. However, according to him, their counterattack also caused

The ambushers suffered heavy casualties. The town has now organized a team to inspect the scene.

You don’t know... they are not afraid of death at all... Master Jones was crying there:

... Even if we use exploding fireballs to blow some of them into pieces, their accomplices still stand there loading their muskets. Even if blood is splattered all over their faces, they still stand there and raise their muskets to fire at us.



...I curse the person who invented the musket! This is a demonic weapon! Those black iron pariahs used this demonic weapon to spread the blood of our noble mage all over the earth...

Master Jones finally passed out drunk.

Before going to bed, Brother Davari came to my room and strictly ordered me not to tell anyone about the improvement of the musket. I am not stupid, so I will not talk about it.

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The amount of information on the fourth page of the diary is quite large... Claude looked at the diary he had deciphered and thought in his mind. First, the magicians had received summons from the Magic Deacons and gathered in Jinshuilu Town, but at the same time, they also

It was ambushed by musketeers and suffered heavy damage.

The second is about muskets, which seems to be closely related to the magician who wrote the diary. At least he participated in research on improving muskets.

There was a knock on the door.

"Second brother, second brother, are you up? Mom asked you to go downstairs for dinner..." Angelina's timid voice came from outside the door.

Claude stood up and opened the door: "I know, I'll go down right now."

"Wait a minute, Anna, I bought you a gift yesterday." Claude called to his sister who was about to go downstairs, picked up the sterling silver flower hairpin from the bedside cabinet, and called it into her sister's hand: "

Is it beautiful?"

Angelina's eyes lit up: "Thank you, brother, I'll take it to mom to have a look."

He turned around and stomped downstairs.

"Hey..." Claude also wanted her to take the four little pirate dolls down to Little Fatty. Forget it, let's take them down herself.

The dinner was very sumptuous. The main course was ox tail stewed with potatoes, and two long-tail saury fried in butter. This is a specialty of Lake Beringa. It has always been famous for its tender meat and delicious taste. A large plate of roasted lamb ribs.

, there is also half a burnt red roast goose, and there is a small basket of blueberries on the table.

Is today some kind of festival, or is there something to celebrate? But Claude quickly understood that these should be leftovers from last night's banquet, and it is impossible to have so many dishes at home.

Sitting on the main seat was Albert, who regarded himself as the head of the family again. He was sitting on his father's seat, cutting off the only hind leg of the half roast goose and chewing it in his hands.

My sister Angelina was standing at the table holding a knife and cutting slices of white bread, while my mother was feeding potatoes to the little chubby boy.

"Here, little Fatty, do you like it?" Claude handed the little pirate doll to Blovik. Little Fatty cheered and jumped off the chair, holding the little pirate doll and looking around and touching it. He liked it very much.

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"Claude, you spent money indiscriminately again. You just bought a hairpin for Anna and a toy for Little Booker." The mother complained as she put down the small wooden bowl in her hand.

"I didn't have much money, so I bought it when I saw it and thought it was suitable for them. By the way, where is my father?"

"Your father sent someone back in the evening to report that he would not be back for dinner because of something else in the evening."

Oh, it seemed that his father was still busy working on the route plan they had planned at night. No wonder Albert dared to sit in his father's seat in such a grand manner.

"Anna, stop cutting. These slices of bread are enough. Let's sit down and eat." Claude ignored the guy sitting at the main seat and took two silver dinner plates to spoon potatoes and ox tail pieces for himself and his sister.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Albert drank up the red wine in the glass. This red wine must have been leftover from last night's banquet. There was only half a bottle. Then he looked at Claude with contempt and said, "It's a lot of money.

, where did you buy this? I was just about to ask you, I have a silver taller that I left at home and disappeared, did you take it?"

Claude really didn't want to pay attention to him, but this guy had no self-awareness and was always provoking himself.

"Will anyone believe what you say? Not to mention a silver penny, you haven't even left a black penny at home. I'm warning you, don't mess with me, do you understand?"

"If I say yes, I will, otherwise how will you get the money to buy them gifts!" This guy is really excited.

Claude sneered: "Haha, you have no control over where my money comes from! I know very well where your money is used. Two skirts and one coat. Bailu Town is only so big, and the clothes sellers are just that.

If you ask a few of them, you will know everything..."

"Uh..." Albert seemed to be choked and couldn't say anything. He just stared at Claude with a blushing face.

"I don't want to care about your scandals, and I don't care about you. I just hope you don't make your parents angry. So in the future, you have to control your mouth and appear in front of me as little as possible, unless you want to be beaten. What I mean

Do you understand?"

Claude happily picked up a piece of potato covered in beef juice and stuffed it into his mouth.




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