Tuesday, June 19th.

Wearing a dark purple dress, Abis walked into the steam train station in Tingen with a small suitcase.

A few steps up the stairs outside the entrance, she saw a pair of young lovers who were about to separate, hugging each other for a final farewell.

The man has black hair and brown boys, with deep facial features, and wears a tuxedo formal suit that is slightly thicker than the season, with a strong bookish atmosphere;

The woman's appearance with her back to her is unknown, but she can be seen to be tall and perfectly curved, wearing a long light green dress and holding a plain white wide-brimmed gauze hat in her hand.

Unbeknownst to Abis, this is what she's been looking for.

After a brief hug and a reasonable process, Valeera struggled lightly, and Crane let go in time, and the two sides parted.

She smiled, holding the uncomfortable feeling to herself, "It's time for me to go." ”

"yes, it's time for you to go." Crane repeated softly.

In the past few months, Crane has become a lot more cheerful, and he no longer always looks like a silly nerd, and he is more mature in the face of parting.

He lifted the suitcase at his feet and handed it to Valeera, "Goodbye." ”

"Goodbye."

Valera nodded, took the suitcase, and smiled, "I'll write to you." ”

With that, she waved her hand and turned to walk into the site entrance.

I didn't have to wait long until I got to the platform, and the train to the capital, Beckland, stopped at the platform.

Valera took the dog on a leash and carried Harpy into the first-class carriage.

She wouldn't know that not far away, the witch who tracked her but was scared away by Mr. Azik, a gorgeous lady in a dark purple dress, boarded the adjacent first-class carriage.

The train starts.

When the operation was smooth, Valeera asked the flight attendant for a cup of Xibe tea.

As the train gradually left Tingen, the gloom that weighed on her heart finally gradually dissipated.

By the time the train arrived in the small town of Vigna, Valilla was completely relaxed, and the discomfort she had felt from hugging Crane had dissipated.

She was starting to get in the mood to read the newspaper.

……

Crane stood at the entrance to the site, and was stunned for a moment when he saw Valeera's figure disappear completely, before turning to leave.

In order to save money, he did not take the public carriage as he came, and just walked the streets.

I don't know how long it took for Crane to come back to his senses and realize that he had unknowingly walked to Howles Street and walked to the door of Welch's house.

"Oh, I thought I'd be out of the mood for a few days and come to Welch."

"Forget it, look at the notes and adjust the mood."

Crane laughed to himself and rang the doorbell.

Soon, the middle-aged butler appeared and led him into the study on the second floor of the house, apparently ordered by Welch a long time ago.

Welch and Naya were also there.

In the study, several desks are put together to form a large table, which is filled with messy-looking papers and books, some stacked together, some spread out and stacked.

Welch and Naya sat on either side of one of the corners, with a single notebook on the table between them.

Obviously, this is the ancient note of the Quaternary.

The cover of this notebook is made entirely of dark black cardboard, which exudes an ancient and distant atmosphere, showing no signs of softening or decaying.

Its yellowed pages are lined with lines of text, which at first glance appear to be recognizable in ancient Forsak language, but a closer look reveals that it is in fact plausible.

"Crane? There you are! ”

After being reminded by the butler, the chubby Welch raised his head from the pile of old papers, his slightly haggard face showed joy, and beckoned again and again, "Great, you can come and see." ”

Naya, who likes to wear tulle gloves, also looked up.

Then, she asked, confused:

"Crane, why didn't Valera come? Don't you live very close to her? ”

Reminded of this, Welch followed suit and asked, "Yes, yes, why didn't Valera come with you?" ”

"She's gone," Crane's tone was a little muffled, "to Beckland." ”

"That's right."

Welch was more concerned with the interpretation of the notes and quickly accepted the statement.

He patted the wooden chair beside him, "Come, sit here, you take a look at your notes first, and then we will discuss the current progress." ”

Naya was a more attentive lady in the end, and it could be seen that Crane was a little depressed, but Welch, as the host, had already made arrangements, so she didn't speak again.

……

The discussion continued until noon, when it was temporarily suspended.

After the three of them had lunch, they continued to interpret it.

At present, they are still in the process of comparing and studying the structure, roots, and other characteristics of the note, and the real interpretation has not yet begun, so Crane quickly keeps up with their progress.

After concentrating, his mood became peaceful, and only the desire to explore history remained in his heart.

Later in the afternoon, the long-term effort paid off and they achieved a milestone breakthrough -

After comparing the structure, roots, and other features, they determined that the text on the note was a variant of the ancient Fersak language.

This makes it skyrocketing to the level of difficulty!

Over the course of more than 1,000 years, the ancient Phusak language has evolved in small ways.

As a result, they can find a lot of information for comparison, which further reduces the difficulty of interpretation.

In the evening, when the red glow hung over the sky, Welch breathed a sigh of relief, "Alright, since the reference books have been decided, let's stop here today." ”

"Let's get our spirits up and try to decipher the first page tomorrow!"

"Good!" Crane said yes with great energy.

Naya was much more restrained, just pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

They chatted and finished their coffee.

Doorway.

Naya boarded her carriage and left;

Crane was going to walk back, but Welch had the servant hire a carriage, and when he couldn't, he accepted and rode home.

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That's Welch's style.

As long as he is in a good mood, he will always be in some small places to let the people around him feel his kindness.

By the time Crane got home, it was already getting dark.

Melissa was preparing dinner, and Benson had just returned, in the bathroom, washing off the sweat stains.

Summer weather is a severe test for a gentleman who values decency.

By the time Crane had cleaned up, dinner had been set on the table.

During the meal, the three of them always subconsciously looked at the vacant seat.

After dinner, in the living room, while Melissa was finishing her homework, Crane opened his notebook and wrote on the latest page:

"On June 19, I hugged Valeera for the first time when I saw her off."

"I could feel that she was nervous and her body was shaking slightly. But actually, I was so nervous that I even forgot to breathe. ”

"When I got home, I subconsciously walked to Welch's house."

"I saw the notebook, and after comparing the structure, roots, etc., I found that it is a variant of the ancient Phusak language, or more precisely, the ancient Phusak language has actually evolved slightly for more than a thousand years."