I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 62 Let's get this over with!

Compared to the quietness during the paper sharing session, the venue was much noisier now.

Many monks were whispering and discussing the possible origins of the mysterious text projected on the screen.

It seems that in every world, there is a greater enthusiasm for the unknown.

Those things that have not yet been explored may have other branches of magic, or they may have entirely new magical principles.

It might even hold the secret to the origin of magic.

Fina's expression became much more lively as she carefully traced the strange characters projected on the parchment.

She also wrote many similar deciphered characters next to the text, trying to find connections between the different languages.

As expected of the Scribes Association, his posture was no different from solving a math problem.

Leonard, sitting on the round platform, enjoyed the discussion below the stage for a full half minute before continuing his sharing.

"I carefully studied and compared dozens of ancient scripts. Although I did not determine the specific meaning of these few lines of text, I made some amazing discoveries."

"For example, the vertical line in the lower half of the third character in the first line is similar to the character 【术】 in the deciphered dragon script."

"And the arc in the upper half of the seventh character in the third line looks very much like the ancient Elven word for 'O'."

"I have a rather bold hypothesis: this script may very well be a common origin of dragon script and ancient Elvish."

As soon as the words were spoken, some monks in the audience immediately stood up to join the discussion.

"Ancient Elvish and Dragon script are inherently protected by magical restrictions, but I didn't detect any magical fluctuations when I read these few lines of text. Its script level should not be higher than the two mentioned above."

"Your question is excellent. It touches upon a deeper issue: is it true that older texts carry stronger restrictions?"

The man on the platform spoke eloquently, "As we all know, the common language we use now is also unrestricted because we live in an era where magic is unrestricted. But what about the more distant past? Perhaps it was an era like that too!"

Another monk stood up and shared his opinion:

"I noticed that these lines of text are engraved on fairly common birch bark. Does this indicate that it has a humble origin?"

"But does this also prove that it existed in an even earlier era? The technology of making parchment may not have existed at that time."

"..."

An unprecedentedly enthusiastic atmosphere filled the council chamber.

"Wild, what do you think?" Fina pointed to her notebook. "These lines are quite interesting; there might actually be some new discovery."

"Well……"

Wilder's lips twitched, and he turned his gaze back to the five lines of text projected on the screen.

They were indeed free of magical restrictions; the moment he saw them, he almost instantly understood what they meant.

But he preferred not to translate it himself.

(Caught a bird demon and had sex with it once)

(Caught a tree-man, quite good-looking, and killed him three times)

(I caught a goblin, it was so ugly, but I still couldn't resist having sex with it once.)

(Caught two kobolds and killed them together)

(I was missing the goblins, so I caught a whole bunch and had a good time.)

……

Although it was unknown which kind of crude and inferior language this was, the meaning of each line of text was accurately translated by the [Linguist].

Is this guy a sex fiend?

All they do all day is fucking do stupid things!

I wonder if such a monster exists.

"Wild?"

Seeing his furrowed brow, Fina patted him on the shoulder.

"Oh, I was looking at it too intently."

"Did you find anything?" she asked.

"No, the writing is too profound. I guess it might contain the instinct of the origin of species, but I can't see it."

"This is normal, don't worry about it."

Fina smiled and comforted her, "The content of ancient scripts is quite profound. The association will invest a lot of manpower and resources in special research. All we need to do is provide ideas."

"Oh." Wilder sighed inwardly, then asked, "If the ideas provided are valuable, will there be a reward?"

"Yes, five gold coins each."

"So many!"

Wilder stood up abruptly, raising his staff to signal that he would speak.

"Speaking!"

"I discovered that in these five lines of text, each line contains the same character."

Wilder pointed to the character "干" in each line of text with his staff and continued:

"Unlike the roundedness of other words, this word is extremely firm and sharp, which I guess must represent some kind of violent action or sharp object."

The room fell silent for a moment.

"I did notice that there were the same characters in each line, but I didn't consider the possibility of it being hieroglyphics."

The man on the platform seemed somewhat excited. "This is truly invaluable information!"

The audience immediately began to murmur amongst themselves.

"Do you mean the staff?"

"Perhaps it is a kind of ability to enchant a longsword with magic, which has been recorded in this document."

"Could it be the prototype for the Dragonlance?"

"..."

Wilder sat back down.

"Your idea is good. I'll look into it when I get back," Fina said, giving him an encouraging look.

"Thanks."

Wilder's lips twitched involuntarily. "By the way, how do I collect the five gold coins?"

"Well, once the association deciphers the true meaning of the text, they will reward those who speak out in a way that is valuable. That may take some time."

"oh oh."

Wilder smiled, not particularly expectant.

Even if the association does figure out the specific meaning, they won't admit that they've studied some kind of monster's sex diary, will they?

At this moment, a surge of magical energy swept across the entire area, signaling the end of the current sharing session.

Next to walk onto the platform was a mage with ears that were slightly pointed, just like Lyle's.

"A half-elf?" Wilde muttered.

"Um."

Fina nodded with a hint of envy. "Some half-elves are fluent in Elvish, which gives them a natural advantage as mages of the Scribes."

Every half-elf carries an innate sense of alienation in their bloodline, and the one on the platform is no exception.

There were no opening remarks, nor any greetings.

"This is a fragment of a scroll left at home by my father. I have studied it for many years but still cannot understand its meaning. I would like to invite you all to discuss it together."

After saying that, he raised his staff and threw the tattered scroll in his hand into the air.

The magical network coalesced in the air into a clear image, and a short line of text appeared before our eyes.

Wilder looked up at the sky, his eyes widening in shock.

The crooked, crawling text felt strangely familiar.

Ancient Elven language!

finally come.

He held his breath and focused intently on each character.

Unlike other languages ​​that can be mastered after one reading, the ancient Elvish language seemed to be protected by some kind of magical restriction, resisting his interpretation once again.

Wilder slowly released his magic from his body to fight against the armor that looked like it was covered in words.

"Smack."

A soft sound echoed in my mind, as if unlocking the mechanism of an ancient language.

[The structure of these techniques is for beginners...]

Before Wilder could finish reading, a surge of magical energy, slightly stronger than before, suddenly swept through the hall.

When I looked up again, the projection in mid-air had disappeared.

A voice, calm and authoritative, came from all directions of the venue:

"The association has already collected this fragment. Master Yuantai can inquire about its meaning with the association privately, so as not to waste your time any more."

"Please welcome the next speaker."