Merlin spent half a day scrubbing the entire dormitory, and finally collected everything that was useful or not. Things like these things that are obviously useless, such as ponies with broken legs, cracked shells, etc., are simply thrown away according to Merlin's wishes, but when it is really time to throw them away, his heart is extremely reluctant, and in the end Merlin has to put all these things into several large cage boxes.

Adrianople in May is very hot, and the windows are so beautiful that even the cicadas have stopped chirping. Merlin was drenched in sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water. He instructed the maid to bring clean water, take a bath, change into clean clothes, and sit in the cool place of the dormitory thinking about his thoughts.

The Valley of the Grey Furnace was on the edge of the realm of Styric, King of Celis, about three hundred kilometers north of Adrianople, a place that was blank for Little Merlin's memory.

"Good day, my lord!" Augustine's voice rang out behind Merlin. "The youngest lord of the empire is really enviable!"

Merlin hadn't thought Stillico would hide the news, but it was strange for Augustine to get the news so quickly. "It's just that I've been sent to a remote corner of Celis, what's there to be happy about?"

"It's remote, but it's far away!" Augustine's words made Merlin stare at him, it seemed that the elder of Arius was a different person, at least his heart and his dress were inconsistent.

"As the lord of Ashfurnace Mountain, His Highness Merlin should not refuse the friendship of the Arius Academy!" Augustine held out his hand towards Merlin.

Merlin stared at Augustine's green box and the value of the red favorability kept going down, and understood that Augustine was very right, as a small lord in a remote place, there was no point in temperance. Thirteen years of experience as a grassroots worker in the empire taught Merlin that principles are meant to be trampled on, and sometimes blindly adhering to principles is a sign of immaturity. As the eldest prince of the King of Cyris, who copied the scriptures for Augustine, Merlin needed to hesitate, as the lord of the Ashfurnace realm, copying the scriptures was a matter of course.

"I'm running out of time, I'm leaving in two days. Merlin stretched out his hand and shook Augustine's hand gently, the preparations before leaving had been made, and there seemed to be nothing to do for the rest of the time, if he could obtain the friendship of the elders of the Arius Academy, it seemed to be a good choice.

"It doesn't matter, even if it's a day and a half!" Augustine's favorability towards Merlin instantly soared to 90, and he diligently spread out the scriptures in front of Merlin, and then said: "These tadpole scripts of Atlantis are really illegible, and it is really an ordeal for me to copy them. ”

Merlin opened another brand new parchment scroll, and when the shaved pages were opened, they exuded a faint smell, delicate and smooth, and felt very good. It's just that the crooked row of words on the page is diagonally arranged from the left to the right, which greatly affects Merlin's feeling.

Wow, Merlin couldn't help but laugh out loud as if he had seen his elementary school homework in the compulsory education stage of the empire.

"Just laugh, I confess that I have no talent at all for copying the scriptures. You can laugh at me as much as you want!" said Augustine solemnly, "I don't understand why those old stubborns at Arius's College had to copy the scriptures in tadpole script, so that people could not understand them, and I don't understand what good these twisting hieroglyphs were." ”

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back just now, it's really the tadpole text you wrote is so interesting!" Merlin didn't know why the word funny blurted out, in fact, anyone who knew tadpole text in Adrianople could count it on one hand, let alone write it. "It's already remarkable to know Tadpole Text, the civilization of Atlantis has disappeared for so long, and now there are very few people who know Tadpole Script. ”

"Yes, but the old stubborns insist on copying the scriptures in tadpole script. I think the common script of the mainland is enough, but they dismiss it, insisting that this is the tradition of the Arius Academy, and it must not be changed, according to my meaning, the previous scriptures are called the Book of the Dead, and they are copied in the skin of the dead, so why use sheepskin now?"

Merlin's hands trembled, and the old, worn-out book in his hand fell to the table. He hurriedly put his hands in front of him and sniffed it, and a rotten breath rushed to his nose, almost vomiting.

"Don't worry, this is definitely not made of human skin!" Augustine's playful eyes were full of evil taste.

Merlin, however, said that he would not have his hands to touch the old and yellow book, and Augustine had no choice but to turn the book himself to the page where he needed to copy it.

The pen used for writing is a finger-thin feather with a sharpened tip on one end and a small handful of smooth white oval ornaments on the other, with a large eye on it. Ink is a strange liquid in a small box that smells sweet and bloody, and is said to have been refined by the high priests of the monastery, and such ink is written on sheepskin and will not fade for a thousand years.

Merlin lifted the quill pen and dipped it in a bit of that special black ink, and the whole person entered an ethereal realm. As a grassroots official of the empire, Merlin has been immersed in the ** method for more than 20 years, this kind of skill that is almost useless in the empire, in the years of Merlin as a women's director has played a huge role, in ancient times, calligraphy as a necessary means of self-cultivation of literati, is every official of the empire must master. But in modern times, calligraphy has become the favorite of retired veteran cadres. However, Merlin spends most of his spare time on calligraphy.

Many of his Imperial colleagues jokingly called Merlin an old cadre, but they couldn't be blamed for that. Merlin himself found it strange that, as a man, he could work in the position of women's director for thirteen years.

The Atlantean Empire has disappeared for countless years, but the civilization created by Atlantis has been circulating on the continent, and as a record carrier of the Atlantean civilization, tadpole script is a kind of hieroglyph. However, this script differs from the imperial kanji in structure and order.

Merlin held the quill and remained motionless, his eyes staring at the scriptures in Augustine's hand, and the solemn and mysterious atmosphere made Augustine unable to say a word, although surprised. He just held the scriptures with both hands and waited quietly.