1:150 Exploring the Mysteries of the Ancient Capital (Part 2)
1:150 Exploring the secrets of the ancient capital (Part 2)
"Is this it?" Arthur looked at the ancient book sealed in the crystal stone. No wonder this book was kept and not moved to the new Black History Library.
"Is this done by magic? Is there any magic that can seal a book in a crystal like this?" Tristan said at the side.
"Aren't you the best at using ice magic? Are you so surprised to see this magic?" Arthur asked.
"Ice magic only collects water vapor in the atmosphere to activate, but look at this--" Tristan knocked on the crystal column, "This is not ice, this is a real mineral, silicon--"
----This is far beyond the scope of ice magic. If you really want to say it, this is something created by alchemy. Controlling the molecules of minerals to crystallize them, this must be done by a powerful magician.
thing?"
"I don't care who made this. I only care whether you can remove this crystal." Arthur said.
"If you don't have to worry about damaging the book inside, it's still possible to unblock it," Tristan said.
Arthur waved his hand disdainfully, "Anyway, we'll transport it back first and then see what to do with it."
"No, what you are going to do is just the opposite," Grand Duke Lyon Dickens slowly followed and said, "This kind of crystallized book itself has a long history. It is precisely to prevent books from being
It took further steps to crystallize and seal it. If you take the crystal out of the library's barrier, the books inside will be destroyed immediately, and you will never be able to read the contents."
"Then what should we do?" Arthur asked impatiently.
"Hmph, don't worry, put your hand on the crystal." said the Grand Duke.
Arthur dubiously did so.
"raf'zid-re'vhirao'lva." The heavenly knight said a magic spell.
The crystal began to glow. Then Arthur clearly saw countless words in the book, as if they were peeled off from the inside of the book, flying out and reflecting in front of Arthur's eyes.
"Paper and pen, hurry up." Arthur shouted. Bediwell on the side was already busy copying with a notebook.
After reading one page, when Arthur wanted to change the page, the reflected page changed according to Arthur's thoughts, and he changed the page.
"It seems that it will take you a lot of time to finish copying this book. Well, you go ahead and get busy. I'll leave first." Grand Duke Lyon Dickens said.
"Wait a minute, Grand Duke?!" Arthur quickly stopped Leon Dickens.
"Arthur, change the page!" said Tristan on the side. He and Bedivere were currently copying a page each to increase the copying speed.
Arthur then did not try to retain Lyon Dickens, but concentrated on copying ancient books.
"Is it okay to let them in?" Patrick, the platinum griffon, asked when Leon Dickens jumped on the back of the griffin.
"It doesn't matter. At most, they are just wandering around the periphery of the library. The really important parts, with their current abilities, are simply out of their reach."
In the evening, while Greenville was taking a flower petal bath, her cell phone rang.
"Is it Greenville? The second volume of the Secret Records of the Holy Sword War has been found. If it's convenient for you, can you help translate it?" Arthur said on the other end of the phone.
"Do you guys want to call me and harass me while I'm taking a shower?!" the girl said angrily.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while.
"Why didn't you say anything?! Are you thinking of something obscene?!" Greenville became even more angry.
"I was thinking, should I hang up now and wait for a while before contacting you, which would make you less angry, or should I just finish the conversation now, which would make you less angry," Arthur said.
"That's enough! Wouldn't it be nice if you finish your words quickly!"
"Okay. Then when can you come over?"
"Before that, I want to confirm something." Greenville asked, "Where are you now? In the farmhouse you rented?"
"Well, yes, what's wrong?"
"Are you alone with the puppy, the little fish and the little girl?" Greenville asked.
"Uh, if you're referring to Bediville and the others...yes, what's wrong?"
"Arthur!" Greenwell almost jumped out of the bathtub, "There are dozens of people near you, and they are all masters! Get out of there quickly!!"
"What?! Pah, sah, sah, sah, sah------" The voice on the other end of the phone was immediately blocked by signal noise.
"Has [cleaning] started?" Greenville hurriedly ran out to change clothes, "Arthur, hold on ------"
By the time Greenwell drove his iron cavalry and arrived at Arthur's farmhouse, the outside of the farmhouse had been stained red with blood, and many bodies were lying strewn about.
After landing, Greenville glanced around. Fortunately, there were no bodies of Arthur and his party.
"Ah!" A man's scream came from the farmhouse. Greenville walked into the farmhouse carefully and followed the sound. At this time, Arthur was pulling the sword out of the assassin's chest. The assassin who was killed by the sword fell limply.
He slipped and fell to the ground and died instantly.
"Tsk, did you bite your tongue and kill yourself? It's so hard to survive." Arthur said, wiping the blood on his face, and turned to Greenville and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't want you to see such bloody and dirty things."
It’s a scene. This group of assassins is a bit difficult to deal with, and they accidentally get serious."
"You are not injured, are you?" Greenville asked.
"I'm fine. Bedi and the others just suffered a little scratch. Generally speaking, it's not serious." Arthur said.
"Arthur," Bediwell and others walked into the farmhouse at this time, "I'm sorry, I lost track. These guys know how to hide their whereabouts, and even the smell is perfectly concealed, so------"
"Forget it, this is a group of well-trained assassins, don't expect you to get much useful information from them." Arthur said.
"Ugh." Bedivere sat down and checked the wound on his arm.
"Their weapons are poisonous, you'd better deal with them." Greenville said, "There should be antidotes hidden in the corpses everywhere."
"I'll go look for it," Tristan said, running out of the farmhouse.
"Lianyin, put up a protective barrier around the farmhouse. It doesn't need to be too strong. It can serve as an alarm to intruders."
"Understood." Lianyin also walked out.
"Speaking of which, do you seem to know something?" Arthur turned to Greenville and asked.
"Those assassins also came to trouble us last night due to the small actions of the Parliament." Greenville said while checking Bedivier's wounds, "I can understand that the Parliament wants to harm dad. But I didn't expect that the Parliament would want to harm Dad."
You killed me too."
"I can roughly guess the intention of the parliament." Arthur said coldly, "Let's not mention that for now. Anyway, thank you, Greenville. Without your reminder just now, we might have been plotted against."
"Hmph, you owe me a lot." The girl smiled brightly, "Show me the second volume of that book?"
"Do you want to see it now? Here?" Arthur looked at the bodies lying around the farmhouse and the blood stains everywhere.
"This is indeed not a good reading environment. But since I'm here, I'll read a book first to relieve my boredom." Greenville said.
"Um...Okay." Arthur handed the manuscript of the second volume of the Secret of the Holy Sword War to Greenville.
"Not to mention the scrawled handwriting like a child... What is this?! Is it handwritten?!" Greenville asked in surprise.
"I'm sorry, it was originally stored in crystal because it was too old, so the only thing that can be taken away is this handwritten thing." Arthur said.
"I know my handwriting is not the best..." said Bediwell on the side.
"The illustrations were not preserved?" Greenville suddenly asked a strange question.
"Illustrations?" Arthur asked confusedly, "Could it be that if you are translating an ancient document and missing a few illustrations, it will affect your mood and make it impossible to translate it?"
"Idiot!" Greenville said angrily, "I thought you knew! Haven't you read the first volume of this book? Do you think the illustrations in the book are just illustrations? The cipher text hidden in it is more complicated than the original text.
There is even more text! Do you know how much cipher text has been lost if a book is missing dozens of pages of illustrations?!"
Arthur showed a solemn expression, "There is indeed no way to see it originally, and the crystal seems to be unable to display the original illustration. Is there really no way to do it?"
"...It can only be deciphered based on the existing text. The deficient parts must be worked out slowly, all possibilities must be deduced based on the context, and then the most reasonable explanations can be screened out bit by bit."
Greenwell let out a long sigh, "In the ancient Kelton language, just one word is missing in a sentence, and the meaning can be derived into tens of thousands of combinations. We need to list all these combinations and analyze them one by one.
This workload will probably be overwhelming. Thank you for allowing me to take on such an extremely difficult job."
(What a verbose and annoying grammar. No wonder the ancients perished.)
Arthur smiled bitterly, "I'm sorry. I will make it up to you. If you have any rare treasures you want, just tell me and I will find a way to get them for you."
"Ah hahahaha, do you think I will still lack treasures or something? Dad can get me everything I want, thank you. But I'd better accept your kindness first." Miss Greenville said,
"But this is not enough. What should I ask you to do for me?"
"I just hope that's something I can do." Arthur said uneasily. He was afraid that this spoiled and quirky girl would do something extraordinary.
"Hmm?......Ah, that's right!" Greenville had a flash of inspiration and thought of an idea. Then she immediately snickered because she had come up with such a genius and interesting idea.
"Ger, Greenville?" Arthur asked tremblingly.
"Hehehe. I thought of what I should do for you." Greenville smiled mischievously, "Arthur, go on a date with me."
"What?!" Bediwell on the side was so excited that blood spurted out from his wound, and he almost fainted.