As Reiner took the time to understand the few spell models he needed, he was not disturbed by other work, and the office was quiet all afternoon, with everyone going about their business and no surprises.

A bell rang to mark the arrival of five o'clock in the afternoon, and also the end of the day's work, Igor packed his things early, and as soon as the bell rang, he got up and left, Roger seemed to be still in his laboratory, maybe he would leave directly after the experiment was over.

Director Percival didn't have much communication with Reiner today, and when he was about to leave work, he went upstairs to a meeting and has not returned.

Hannah slowly gathered the papers on the table, as if thinking about some incomprehensible question, and as she walked out, she happened to bump into Safros.

Whoop -

Since it was Hannah who had bumped into Safros, he took a step forward, and a pile of cards of unknown purpose was scattered all over the ground, which was very spectacular.

"Ah, I'm sorry."

Hannah knew she had done something wrong, and she tried to pick up the cards on the ground with a mage's hand, but Safros reached out to stop her.

"Forget it, I'll do it myself, these cards have order requirements, you can't get it."

Safros sighed, then bent down, picked up one of the cards with his hand, and placed it on the table as if he were his own child.

Seeing this, Hannah didn't say anything and left the office in a gloomy manner.

Reiner had been packing up his papers, but he saw Safros pick up the cards one by one and check them carefully before sorting them on the table, and he didn't know what it was that needed to be collected in such an inefficient way.

Curiosity prompted Reiner to stand up, and he walked over to Safros and leaned over to pick up a card.

The card, the size of a palm, is located in the upper left corner, and has a word made up of a combination of words that Reiner did not recognize, followed by an indiscernible lingua franca letter composed in flowery characters, and underneath it, in lingua franca is written "Noun, flame." Further down was a sentence written in an unknown script, and a sentence that Reiner could understand.

- They raised a flame in the dark forest.

"It's ...... Flashcards? ”

Reiner couldn't help but think of those word descriptions in the dictionary and asked subconsciously.

Safros stopped what he was doing, his face flushed, glared at Reiner, and then with some excitement snatched the card from Reiner's hand and carefully placed it among the piles of cards on the table.

"Don't touch my stuff."

Safros whispered.

"Sorry, I didn't mean anything else......"

Reiner raised his hands to show that he was not hostile, and he saw the stacks of cards, except for the "Flame" one just now, the top one of the other pile was "Run", and the first one of the other piles was "Melancholy".

"Noun, verb, adjective...... Could it be Mr. Safros, this is a flashcard in a certain language? ”

Reiner couldn't help but ask, causing Safros to look up.

"Can you tell?"

He was obviously a little surprised, and although it was something that could be easily understood, no one, whether it was a colleague or a superior, had understood him since he started doing this job.

Those people don't bother to pay attention to these things at all.

"Uh, this should be a noun, this is a verb, here's an adjective, and these, uh, sorry, I didn't learn grammar very well......"

Reiner said, pointing to the cards, and Safros's eyes lit up.

"These aren't the words of the lingua franca, right?"

Reiner looked at the word labeled "flame," which was more complex and difficult to write than lingua franca.

"Serafino."

Safros said suddenly.

"Serafino, also known as Serafino poetry, is so phonographic that when read together, it's like reciting a poem."

He then picked up the card of "Flame" that Reiner had picked up just now, and read a sentence softly, which was obviously the words recorded on the card.

As soon as Safros spoke, Reiner felt that his whole temperament had changed, from a short, hunchbacked middle-aged man to a free-spirited poet.

Although Reiner couldn't understand a word of the sentence, it naturally had a certain rhyme, like a long-standing ballad.

"That's nice."

Reiner exclaimed.

"Actually, my pronunciation is not necessarily standard, after all, the research work is very difficult, and I can hardly find relevant records."

Safros muttered to himself.

"Where is this language, I've never heard of it."

Reiner knew that the language of this world was not only a lingua franca, the so-called "lingua franca" was actually only the official language of the ancient magic empire, and because it was also the standard spell casting language, it was the most widely spread, but in fact, the magic runes that every mage apprentice needed to learn were a language with a much longer history, including many small countries, which had their own language.

"This is the language of a half-plane, this half-plane was discovered in the early days of the ancient magic empire, some mages took ordinary people to explore, but then, due to a series of disputes, the stargate to this half-plane was blocked, and this half-plane was isolated for five hundred years."

Safros had already packed most of his cards, and he sat down slowly with one in his hand.

"By the time the connection is re-established, this barren half-plane has its own glorious civilization, and their language has evolved into the poetry of Serafino, which is a unique language, and the language closest to magical runes, if it can be successfully resolved, then people will have a deeper understanding of ancient history, and a deeper understanding of the nature of magic."

Reiner nodded, like an archaeologist who discerned ancient texts, but he quickly became confused.

"But, Mr. Safros, why do you want to do this work alone, since that half-plane has formed its own civilization, then maybe there is also the corresponding information."

Anyway, he asked, it was strange that Safros seemed to be alone, and that no other mage was doing similar work with him.

Hearing Reiner's question, Safros fell silent.

After a long time, he sighed and continued.

"No, most of the literature on Serafino's poetry has been dispersed, and only a few have survived in the world."

"Why is this happening?"

Reiner didn't understand, but what Safros said next made him realize.

"Because the half-plane where Serafino's poetry is located collapsed shortly after the resumption of contact, and the entire civilization was destroyed, and the unprepared mages did not even have time to rescue even a single document, and this was ten years ago."

Safros was somewhat gloomy, and in his statement the rise and fall of a civilization was fleeting.

"As you might have guessed, the collapsing half-plane is called Midgar."

Reiner's eyes widened.

This is where Dana's parents were killed!

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