In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar!

As a jewelry and antique shop, the first thing Menakali does every day when it opens is to clean the display stands, shelves, jewelry stands, and customer mirrors.

Make sure there is no dust, fingerprints, or stains.

Often, some VIP customers might lose interest in making a purchase simply because they see a small stain.

In addition, cleaning and tidying up guest seats, checking merchandise and displays are all very important.

Wang Yan wanted to help, but Khalid refused.

"You are a scholar, hired by me specifically to translate ancient texts. You cannot do menial tasks," Khalid said in a very serious tone.

Wang Yan was taken aback, but quickly understood.

In layman's terms, this is a matter of sophistication.

If Wang Yan were a renowned expert in ancient writing, then whatever he did, others would offer a reasonable explanation, and great scholars would naturally defend him.

But now, Wang Yan is just an unknown ancient script translator. In this situation, what he needs to do is not to be humble, but to be arrogant.

Even if you don't have to adopt a superior attitude, you should at least have a reserved demeanor.

Cleaning is something that Wang Yan absolutely cannot be allowed to do.

Otherwise, if the guests who come and go see this, they will definitely doubt Wang Yan's professionalism.

To put it simply, you're an expert, why do you need to clean for the boss? Are you a fraud?

At this moment, Wang Yan recalled what Tinali had once told him: You had better show the confidence of a scholar.

"...Then I won't help you." Wang Yan nodded to Khalid.

Khalid smiled and pointed to a seat next to him: "You can sit over there and read a book. I'll call you when there's work to be done."

"In a few days, you will be going to study at the Order Academy. You won't even need to come to the shop anymore. I will let you know if there is any work."

After a pause, Khalid continued, "Perhaps you Liyue people are more modest, but this is Sumeru, and scholars should behave like scholars."

Wang Yan heard those words again.

Scholars should act like scholars.

"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Khalid." Wang Yan nodded, walked to the seat he had sat in yesterday, took out a book called "Analysis of Common Ancient Characters," and started flipping through it.

Before long, Ferretes arrived.

As soon as the little boy arrived at the store, he started helping his father, cleaning the floor and organizing the goods, and he seemed to know how to do it very well.

He looked at Wang Yan curiously, but did not disturb Wang Yan from reading.

Perhaps, in the mind of the Sumeru child, adults should not be disturbed when they are studying.

Time passed little by little.

Around ten o'clock, a scholar in a hurry came to Menakali's shop.

"Hello, Mr. Khalid, I previously booked an ancient script translation service. Have you found a translator for me yet?"

The scholar was a young man, who looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. The white badge on his hat indicated that he was studying at the Shakavara Academy of the Myo-sastra school.

Of course, even without looking at the insignia on the other person's body, Wang Yan could tell that the other person belonged to the Mysterious Theory School.

Because he knows this person.

"Of course, of course, Scholar Kavi, the translator, has arrived." Khalid went out to welcome Kavi in, and then introduced him, "This is Mr. Wang Yan, an ancient script researcher from Liyue, who was introduced to me by the Tinari Ranger."

Kavi initially had some doubts when he saw Wang Yan's age and appearance.

After all, in the study of ancient scripts, generally speaking, the older one gets, the more knowledge one accumulates.

But when he heard that it was Tinali who introduced him, his doubts disappeared.

"Hello, Mr. Wang Yan, I am Kavi, a scholar of the Mysterious Theory School. I hope you can help me today," Kavi said politely.

In fact, except when he was dealing with Elhesen, Kavi was very polite.

"Hello, Scholar Kavi, I've heard of you. When I was in Huacheng Guo, Ke Lai showed me some of your collection, which was very interesting." Wang Yan smiled and tried to build rapport.

Kavi chuckled, then said angrily, "That guy Elheisen gave my things to Cole without even consulting me..."

Then, perhaps feeling that saying this might make him seem stingy, Kavi added, "If you had told me, I would definitely have given Cole something better."

Among the younger generation of scholars in Sumeru, Tinali and Kavi were considered senior and junior classmates, while Kolai was Tinali's student and naturally considered Kavi's junior.

It's understandable for seniors to give gifts to juniors.

"Haha, spare Ke Lai. What she has now is enough for her to study," Wang Yan said with a smile, then returned to the main topic, "What do you need to translate today? Please take a look."

Seeing that Wang Yan was having a good chat with Kavi, Khalid remained silent and stood by watching.

As a businessman, there was no need for him to interrupt the exchange between scholars.

Kavi pulled out several photographs from his pocket: "The originals are still in the ruins and can't be retrieved. These are photographs I took; see if you can translate them."

Actually, Kavi initially wanted Elhesen to help him.

After all, whether Kavi was willing to admit it or not, Elhesen was the most brilliant epistemologist he knew.

Unfortunately, the thought that Elhesen might mock him made Kavi abandon the idea.

In addition, he had sold the prize cards to Seno during the previous Academy celebration, which paid off his debts and left him with some extra money. He thought he might as well find a translation scholar.

This search led them to Khalid's place, where they met Wang Yan.

Wang Yan reached out and took the photo, his eyes scanning its contents.

This is a stone tablet that looks about the same height as a person, with hundreds of winding characters densely carved on it.

[Fluent in languages]!

The characters transformed into understandable content, flooding into Wang Yan's mind. He listened, read, and wrote in a unified way, and absorbed it.

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[Prologue: The Wind Rises and the Sands Surge]

Listen, to the fierce wind howling through thousands of valleys!

It was no longer a chaotic rage, but the breath of a king.

Look, that golden light that devours the sun, moon, and stars!

It is no longer a desolate wasteland of death, but a territory of red earth.

……

As the first rays of dawn pierce the chaotic night...

The great name resonates between the grains of sand—

Ahmar!

Lord of the Yellow Sands, King of the Red Sands, the One True God of the Sand Sea!

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After translation, the stone tablet in the photo was found to be inscribed with a very ancient hymn, praising the Red King Ahmar, who is also the demon god Amun.

Yes, Ahmar is the name of the Red King, while Amun is the name of the Demon God.

However, the above content is incomplete, consisting of only a prologue. Wang Yan speculates that there should be at least three or four more chapters to follow.

After a moment's hesitation, Wang Yan put the photo down and looked up at the anxious-looking Kavi:

"The characters above are a variant of the ancient Red King script, and should be a relatively primitive variant."