"Finn, that's what I copied from that notebook." Glens stretched out his hands and handed the parchment to Finn, "If you can read it, you can try translating the text on it." ”

"Thank you, Glens, for doing me a great favor." Fein nodded and smiled at Glens, then took the worn, yellowed parchment from Glens's hand.

Finn grabbed the ends of the parchment with his left and right hands, held it flat in front of him, and slowly unfolded it, and rows of strangely shaped characters appeared in his pupils on the parchment's dry yellow paper.

[You have found a text in an unknown language, and you will be tested for knowledge......]

[Identify the language based on your knowledge of the language...... Identification Failure]

[You can't make out the text in an unknown language, but the sight earned you 10 XP bonus]

The game system indicates that Fein is unable to make out the text on the parchment.

But Fein didn't care about the system messages, and continued to scan the words on the parchment.

It is a wizarding language created by the Half-Elf Witch King White, and in order to master the language, learners must have at least 15 intelligence, a second-tier caster class, and at least one free language slot in the stats panel (for every 5 intelligence, they can learn a foreign language in addition to their native language).

In this life, if Fain does not have a part-time spellcaster class, or will advance to a class, it is almost impossible for him to master the Babel language.

However, Finn did not master the language of Babel in his lifetime, but his gaming experience in his previous life was still there.

Although Finn was not the kind of storyteller who specialized in the plot of games in his previous life, in his previous life, he had to come into contact with some wizarding literature of the Third Age, so he mastered the Babel language through the professional expertise given by his part-time profession.

He still remembered some of the common words and basic sentences of the Babel language, so it was not impossible for him to forcibly translate what was transcribed on parchment.

It's hard, but the odds of success aren't equal to zero at least.

"Finn."

"What's wrong, Lilith?"

As Fein looked at the Babel text on the parchment, Lilith leaned her head over and held out a finger to the parchment in Finn's hand.

"Does this paragraph mean 'The Obsidian Codex is located in the Violet Kingdom'?" Lilith asked softly, pointing to a row of words on the parchment.

"I don't know." Finn scratched his hair in annoyance, "This is a language I have never seen before, and it can be said that it is very difficult to accurately translate the words on this piece of paper into lingua franca...... Huh, wait?! ”

Suddenly, Fein turned his head and looked at Lilith sitting in a chair next to him in surprise, barely believing what had just happened.

Just now, Lilith seems to have said something terrible, right? - He suddenly realized.

In other words-

"Lilith, do you know the words on it?" Finn looked at Lilith's dark eyes in disbelief.

"Well, I can read that." Lilith blinked, then nodded calmly, "But why do I know these words?" Not...... It's weird. ”

As the words fell, the warlock girl who had lost her memory tilted her head and fell into confusion again.

While Lilith was puzzled as to why she could read Babel, Finn and Glens, who was sitting next to her, were so surprised that they couldn't even speak.

Noreqi, the goddess of knowledge, is above, and Babel is the wizarding language of the Third Age!

For the natives of the continent of Ferdia, the Babel language was only recognized by a few high-level wizards and scholars who focused on linguistic research at this time in the Quaternary period, which shows how troublesome the work of translating this language was.

But it's such a passage of text composed entirely of Babel that Lilith casually translated into lingua franca just by looking at it?

Isn't it......

Miss Lilith, are you blind?

"Finn, Glens, why are you looking at me?" After a while, Lilith recovered from her confusion and found that both Finn and Glens were looking at her with a look of surprise.

It's as if she's just accomplished an amazing feat.

"That's amazing...... Well, I just think it's too powerful, Miss Lilith. Glens swallowed his throat and muttered, "Archduke Magdaru and his assistants spent an entire night parsing things, and you translated them just by looking at them, which... It's incredible. ”

While Glens was sighing, Finn looked at Lilith's pale but calm cheeks, and vaguely felt that Lilith's identity seemed to be covered with a veil of mystery.

Lilith, he remembers, has lost memories of the past and is a warlock who draws magical knowledge from her blood.

In this way, Lilith's background is by no means as simple as that of an ordinary warlock.

Perhaps, her bloodline can even be traced back to the far west of the continent of Feldia, and is related to the high-ranking wizards of the Quaternary Age who have established wizarding academies in the Tower of Babel today.

"Lilith, please tell me the truth." Finn thought in his heart and speculated about Lilith's background, and then continued to look at Lilith's dark eyes, "Except for the little memory you recovered after waking up from the nightmare the day before yesterday, you really can't remember any other memories from the past?" ”

"Hmm." Lilith nodded in acknowledgement, not showing the slightest hint of hypocrisy in her eyes, "I feel that the scene in that nightmare may be similar to a certain image in my memory. Other than that, I don't remember anything else. ”

"Okay, let me think about it......" Finn pinched his chin in thought.

If memory serves, he remembers the nightmare Lilith had on the night she escaped from Okkel Fortress, a dream about the theme of "The World Collapses".

Lost memories, warlocks who draw magical knowledge from their blood, crumbling strange worlds......

No way.

Relying on this clue alone, it is impossible to guess what Lilith's background is. - Fein thought to himself.

"Ah, forget it......" After a while, Finn patted his forehead in annoyance, deciding to give up the idea of guessing Lilith's background for the time being.

After that, he took a breath and adjusted his breath slightly, then handed the parchment in his hand to the warlock girl beside him.

"Lilith, if you can, please translate all the contents of this piece of paper into lingua franca." Finn gently placed the parchment in Lilith's hand, "Of course, don't force yourself if you have words you don't know. I'm sorry for you. ”

……

The next day, noon.

North of the frontier of the Faentan Empire, east of Dawnwind City, in the city of Grey Fir City, the Duke of the Grey Fir Principality stood in front of an oval floor-to-ceiling mirror and arranged his collar.

Grand Duke Magdaru is seventy years old this year, and the elderly lord Sir has curly silver-white hair and a pair of round-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

The old duke used a comb to comb his silver-white curls from the front of his forehead to the back of his head, and the old man in the mirror suddenly revealed his forehead with three wrinkles on the surface of his skin.

After taking care of his hair, Grand Duke Magdaru took a coat sewn from the maid standing beside him, and put it on, and then raised his hand to tighten the noble scarf at the neckline.

After doing all this, Magdaru looked at himself in the mirror with a smile and found that although he could still be seen by the signs of age, his exquisite and elegant clothes combined with his appearance made him look quite energetic, and he also gave him a vague sense of approachability because of the collapsed corners of his eyes.

Magdaru smiled at herself in the mirror, then reached down and removed a beautifully crafted cane from a nearby wooden shelf.

A few years ago, before the death of Alexios I, the last emperor of the Faentan Empire, the old knight was wounded in the leg by an assassin sent by the current Imperial Prime Minister, his greatest political rival at the time, Duke Mosoroni.

Although he seemed to have no problem standing still, in fact, he had to pac with the support of a cane for the rest of his life.

The old knight, with his cane in hand, turned his back to the mirror, and found a young girl waiting for him on one knee at the door of the dressing room.

The girl had a darker complexion, a tall, slender body wearing a suit of leather armor, a short sword, several daggers, and a small leather case full of throwing knives around her waist.

Her name is Camusha, and she is the highest-ranking personal guard on Magdaru's side, with an advanced profession and a race of dark elves who are supposed to live in the underworld.

"Good afternoon, my lord, your humble chief of guard has brought you news." Camusa bowed her head respectfully towards Magdaru and spoke to her in a polite voice.

"Oh, it's Camusha." Magdaru lifted her hand to the frame and smiled kindly.

Dark Elves usually live in the shadows of the underworld, but Camussa was left behind in the surface world for some unknown reason at birth, and was eventually adopted by Magdaru from an early age and raised as an excellent guardian and killer embryo.

Therefore, the relationship between Magdaru and Camussa is not so much a master-slave relationship as an adoptive father and daughter.

Although the age difference between the two is almost fifty years.

"Raise your head, Camussa, and by the way, tell me the news you brought me, I listened." Magdaru walked up to Camussa on crutches and said softly to the dark elf girl in front of her.

"Yes." Camussa raised her head to look at Magdaru, "My lord, Bekror and his Black Tiger mercenary group are back. ”

"Oh, you mean that lovely mercenary leader?" Magdaru touched the beard on her chin and nodded kindly, "Well, the Black Tiger Mercenary Regiment is back...... That's a good thing, I can't wait to see them bring back that bearded trophy for me. Camussa, where are these mercenaries now? ”

"They've entered the castle and should still be waiting for you in the living room." Camussa replied.

"Very well, take me to meet them." Magdaru said.

"As you wish, sir." Camussa put her hands on her chest, then got up and walked out of the dressing room door, leading Magdaru to the red carpet hallway outside the room.