In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar!

"Here it comes!"

A clear, slightly hurried female voice came from inside the door, accompanied by light footsteps, and the door creaked open.

The woman who appeared before Wang Yan was a girl who looked to be no more than twenty years old; she did not look like a senior at all.

But in reality, Faroshan is over a hundred years old.

However, compared to other long-lived species in Teyvat, Falussan's age stems from a past adventure she undertook.

She was trapped in a strange space, and when she came out, everything had changed.

As a result, Farusan's attire, which seems out of place with those around her, is actually a trend that was popular in the Church a hundred years ago. Unfortunately, only Farusan is wearing it now.

"Who are you?" Farusan looked Wang Yan up and down, her eyes filled with a hint of doubt.

She had just returned from an expedition to the desert and naturally didn't know about Wang Yan, who had only recently gained some fame, let alone that Tinali had written a letter of introduction.

Wang Yan respectfully performed a scholar's salute: "Senior Falushan, I am Wang Yan, from Liyue. This is a letter of recommendation written to me by Mr. Tinari of Huacheng Guo."

With that, he presented Tina's letter with both hands.

"Tinari?" Farusan's eyes lit up. She took the letter, opened it, and stepped aside to make way for the doorway. "Come in, don't stand outside and talk."

Wang Yan thanked her and followed Fiona into the house.

The interior of the house appears more spacious than the exterior, and is decorated in a simple yet academic style.

Directly opposite the entrance is a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, densely packed with all kinds of books, scrolls and notes.

A large desk was placed by the window, piled high with spread-out blueprints, measuring tools, and unfinished mechanical models.

Several display shelves stand in the corner, displaying some ingenious mechanical devices and ancient artifacts.

Although the room was filled with many things, it did not appear cluttered; instead, it had a sense of orderly fulfillment.

"Have a seat." Farusan gestured to the chair next to the desk, then sat down in the main seat behind the desk, opened the envelope, and quickly began to browse.

Wang Yan sat down as instructed and waited quietly.

A moment later, Farusan put down the letter, looked up at Wang Yan, and her gaze held a hint of scrutiny: "Tinari praised you to the skies in his letter, saying you have extraordinary talent in ancient scripts and languages, and that you've helped him a lot. He also said that you want to join the Epistemological School?"

"Yes, senior." Wang Yan nodded. "I am very interested in the writing and language of various places in Teyvat and hope to enter the Order of the Order to study, especially deeper knowledge such as runic writing and etymology."

Farusan raised an eyebrow slightly: "Oh? How many languages ​​do you know now?"

Wang Yan thought for a moment and answered cautiously: "I can read, write and converse in the seven common languages. In addition, I have mastered some ancient language variants, local dialects and some lost scripts, such as Old Red King Language, Fendnir, and several variants of Kanreia, totaling about fifty languages."

In fact, he knows even more.

But the origin is really hard to explain, especially something like Abyss Language, how do you explain it?

I studied at the Abyss Order for a period of time.

If you say that, you might not even get into the Order of the Church; you'd probably be kicked out immediately.

"More than fifty languages?" Farusan sat up straight, her eyes sharpening. "Young man, you can't just talk like that. The basic requirement for graduating from the Institute of Intellectualism is mastery of twenty languages, and scholars who meet that standard are considered elites. More than fifty? Even seasoned scholars who specialize in this field wouldn't dare to boast so easily."

Her tone carried a clear questioning tone, but Wang Yan knew that she meant no harm; it was more like a rigorous academic interrogation.

As a senior member of the Order of the Fathers, Farusan naturally disliked her cunning and deceitful juniors.

However, Wang Yan had already received a warning from Elhesen before he arrived, so he was to be more practical and wouldn't say anything reckless.

Wang Yan remained calm and said, "This junior dares not speak presumptuously. If senior is willing to test me, this junior is ready to accept the test at any time."

Farusian stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly stood up, walked to the bookshelf, and pulled out a rather old-looking parchment scroll from the top shelf.

"I found this in the desert ruins, and it took me a month to figure out the writing on it."

She spread the scroll out on the desk, pointing to a section filled with dense symbols. "Come on, tell me what this says."

Wang Yan leaned closer to take a closer look.

The script on the scroll is a very ancient desert tribal script, belonging to an early branch of the Red King civilization. The characters are twisted like snakes, and their arrangement is different from conventional script, extending outward in a spiral shape.

The ability to "understand languages" quietly activates.

In just a few seconds, the symbols that looked like gibberish to others gradually became clear and discernible to Wang Yan.

"This is a sacrificial prayer," Wang Yan said slowly, pointing to different parts of the scroll. "The beginning is a prayer to the 'Lord of the Red Sands' for favorable weather. The middle describes the ritual process—a magic circle needs to be drawn with three-colored sand, seven kinds of desert fruits need to be offered, and the tribal elders need to chant a specific hymn. The last part... is a warning, saying that if the ritual is performed incorrectly, it will incur the 'wrath of the sandstorm'."

As he pointed to the contents, he translated the obscure symbols word by word into common language, his sentences fluent and his logic clear.

"This passage uses three different color roots, corresponding to the red sandstone near the Red King's Tomb, the golden soil in the middle of the desert, and the limestone fragments on the edge of the oasis. Considering the context that the sacrificial site is in the 'Valley where the three colors meet,' it should refer to these three places."

Farusan's eyes widened even more.

After Wang Yan finished speaking, she remained silent for a moment, then took another set of research notes on the scroll from the bookshelf. She quickly compared several key passages, and her expression changed from surprise to disbelief, and finally to intense excitement.

"Absolutely correct! Not only is the meaning right, but even the research on some details is more accurate than most scholars!" Farusan slammed her hand on the table. "You even know the specific colors and collection locations of the 'three-colored sand'? It took me two weeks to deduce from other documents that it might be red, yellow, and white!"

"Genius! Absolutely a genius!" Farusan walked around the desk twice, her gaze towards Wang Yan completely changed. "You no longer need the regular instruction from the Order of the Teachings in terms of language and writing."

"That kid Tinari wasn't exaggerating this time after all! Wang Yan, with talent like yours, it's a complete waste that you're not in the Epistemological School!"

She sat back down in her chair, her tone becoming serious: "Don't worry about the high school entrance exam; I'll reserve my recommendation spot for you. However..."

Farusan abruptly changed the subject, a sly glint in her eyes: "What are your thoughts on mechanical devices?"

Although she was an intellectual scholar, due to the different era, Farussan was more skilled in mechanical arts.

Wang Yan smiled and said, "Senior Farusan, I'm very interested."

Farussan smiled as well: "Since you're joining the Epistemological School, we're practically family now. I happen to have a project that requires translating a batch of ancient mechanical blueprints brought back from ruins. The annotations on them are a mess, written in all sorts of languages, and I don't have any students to help me..."

She blinked: "So, are you interested in helping me with this? Once you enter the Order of the Order, you can be directly assigned to my subordinates."

Wang Yan's heart stirred.

Farusan's mastery of mechanical arts is recognized as top-notch in the Academy. Participating in her projects not only earns you a reward but also provides an excellent opportunity to learn mechanical arts up close.

"It is my honor to serve you, senior," Wang Yan said sincerely. "However, my understanding of mechanical arts is still limited, so I am afraid I can only be responsible for the text translation part."

"That's enough," Farusan said with a smile.