Life has dealt a heavy hand to a weak demigod like me.

There are so many sons for no reason.

Because of his previous dissolute life, when he became a Sequence 4 prophet, Ciel performed a divination on himself - he did not leave any descendants.

"I remember there are similar texts collected elsewhere...with these, perhaps we can restore some ancient, long-lost languages ​​and scripts."

A film of light slowly appeared in Endsworth's hand, and then the film of light slowly approached the cultural relics.

"Sure enough... these are indeed the words belonging to that city." Countless symbols flashed in front of Endsworth's eyes, and then a smile appeared on his face.

Some rubbings appeared in Endsworth's hands.

He glanced at Charles standing beside him and handed the rubbing to him.

"Rocks, take these rubbings back to school, then go to my office and take the key with the red pattern from the rightmost drawer of my desk to the school library."

"From there you take out all the rubbings of texts about Wethemes and sort them out yourself."

"I'm going to places like Maglin and Wetterland to look for some old friends."

"Although deciphering these characters is not as good as exploring an unknown ancient tomb, the Kingdom of Rocks will definitely be willing to pay a large sum of money."

After all, they believe that the origin of their bloodline is here.

In order to obtain more evidence, it would not be excessive for each company to invest tens of thousands of pounds and give up some "quotas".

No matter how you look at it, the other party is the one who makes the profit.

After all, those who can participate in language deciphering are all people at the top of their respective fields.

At the professor level, it would cost at least 30,000 pounds, 3,000 for assistants, and 100,000 for research expenses - don't ask what the research expenses are for studying ancient characters, it's very brain-consuming, okay?

After that, I decided to combine work and rest and make the biggest move in the City of Eternal Night... It wouldn't be too much to book a month's worth of "catering and meals" from the reception desk.

The above are just a small number. It sounds extravagant and licentious, but in fact, if it were just these, there would probably be very few professors willing to come.

The professors of the relevant majors in the college are all high-level extraordinary people.

Moreover, most of the extraordinary people that Endsworth is looking for this time are professors like him, who possess extraordinary abilities that can be used to decipher ancient languages.

The most important thing is the number of places.

In addition to seniority, the biggest source for academic extraordinary people to obtain additional places is the transfer of their own places by great nobles or other countries.

However, the number of places is mostly related to the strength of the college, and does not mean much to them themselves.

Those who have a stronger sense of identification with the school will choose to participate, while those who do not have a strong sense of identification probably have no interest.

The people he wanted to invite this time, apart from those who were genuinely interested in that period of history like him, the rest were favors he had accumulated over the years.

To be honest, Endsworth suffered a huge loss in exchange for the tens of thousands of pounds he received from this favor.

Seeking sponsorship from several countries is just a way for him to cut his losses.

Even if those countries did not sponsor him, he would still hold this seminar himself - after all, he really liked it and was very interested in the high priest's past.

"Rocks, Leopold, you are so lucky." Endsworth smiled after throwing Charles into his carriage.

After conveying his thoughts to the principal through a messenger, Endsworth hurried towards the airship transport station.

If we just rely on couriers, some guys will probably take months.

Endsworth didn't want to wait any longer.

When he thought about deciphering all those words and knowing more about the high priest, he could hardly suppress his excitement.

"A collection of poems and essays..."

"Come to think of it, that was indeed one of the first stops in my troubadour career."

In the office, while sorting out the rubbings, a hint of nostalgic smile appeared on Charles' face.

After all, that was where he transformed from a boy to a man, and it also solidified his identity.

Later, when he went to other places, the treatment he received was completely different from before.

While Charles was absent-mindedly sorting out the rubbings, Sif came over with a cup of tea.

Her eyes swept over the rubbing, and then a hint of interest appeared on her face.

"You must be ahead of all departures, as if they are all behind you, like the winter that has just passed, because among many winters there is an endless winter that will eventually allow your winter-loving heart to survive." Sif murmured softly.

"This is an excerpt from the High Priest's Sonnets. I was particularly fond of it some time ago."

"At the time, I was still wondering what kind of place could leave such a deep impression on the high priest."

"While I felt sorry for the high priest, I also envied him a little."

A long time ago, Sif had always been a fan of "Char Lockes", ever since Endsworth accidentally told the story of the high priest and tens of thousands of girls...

The idol is shattered...

But for Charles, none of this matters.

The important thing is...

Sif..

How could you possibly recognize the words above?

Ciel's gaze grew somewhat deeper.

ps: The above verses are the first part of the thirteenth poem in Part II of Rilke's "Sonnets to Orpheus".

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Chapter 103 Chapter 102 The enemy is in the dark and we are in the light? The enemy is in the light and we are in the dark?

Stains...

I was complaining about Professor Endsworth's lofty ambitions in my heart before, but now I feel slapped in the face.

But this is not important.

The important thing is...

Teacher Sif Leopold, how did you learn Sivismont?

Many thoughts flashed through Charles' mind, but he still smiled slightly.

"I didn't expect that Teacher Sif also likes the High Priest's poetry."

"Because he is really talented." Sif smiled.

"Although my private life is a bit chaotic."

"But he left behind some enduring masterpieces, and he also really sparked a wave of liberal thought."

Sif was referring to verses like "Life is precious."

Being a plagiarist is not an easy job. Charles does not recommend other fellow time travelers to use some poems casually if they do not fully understand them.

Before joining the Church of the Earth, some of his poems spread and sparked certain trends of thought.

In some countries his "thoughts" were considered "heresy", if it weren't for the fact that the Goddess of Night liked talented people and Charles was the most "talented" person of that era.

Maybe he didn't last long enough to join the Church of the Earth before typing GG.

After becoming a high-level transcendent, Charles used his ability to steal some abilities and even talents.

As for some of my past behaviors...I really don't want to talk about them.

"This poem written in Sivismont is actually a test given to me by Professor Endsworth."

"Because the high priest once stayed in a country for a long time, the language of this country is Sivismont."

"If you want to do in-depth research on him, it would be helpful to master this language."

"It's just that there are some unfamiliar words in it that I don't understand. Can you teach me?"

Ciel's face was sincere, and he put his hands together with a smile that was slightly pleading.

"Tsk, I'm very busy, okay?"

"The association has assigned me tasks. Teaching is also very tiring."

Sif puffed out her chest and said, but after she finished speaking, seeing that Ciel looked a little disappointed, Sif smiled and said, "But considering that you sent me clothes last time, I can help you."

"Tell me, what's not clear to you?"

"That's it... I always feel a little confused about the meaning of this ?θd?." Charles looked at Sif with a smile.

"Well, in the Sivismont language, this word primarily expresses beauty, goodness, and holiness. However, this meaning and word are quite ancient. After some transmission, this word was gradually replaced by /&aβ."

There is a certain probability that she learned this simple skill through certain encounters.

But this deep understanding...

Even in that era in the Shire, few people knew the meaning of ?θd?, even girls born and raised in the City of Passion.

If Charles had not "stolen" the knowledge of a demigod, he would not have been able to master some of the rare words in the Sivismont language.

"Teacher Sif, you are really good at joking." Many thoughts flashed through his mind, but Charles suddenly laughed out loud, holding his stomach.

Sif looked at him strangely.

"Sivismont is a language that Professor Endsworth doesn't even know. This time, in order to decipher it, he has traveled to other countries to find relevant professors and is preparing to conduct "supernatural deduction" and "time tracing."

"If I didn't know this language was lost, I would have probably been fooled by you just now, Sif."

Sif was stunned, her eyes were a little flustered, and then she laughed.

"Hehe, you discovered all this."

"I wanted to try to tease you, but I didn't expect you to react so quickly."

“I thought I was right at the time.”

After saying this, Sif seemed to remember the loophole in her words and said, "But I have learned this language before."

"I'm not sure if it's correct, though," Sif said, pointing to the poem she had just recited. "This chapter was quoted in the textbook. My teacher left a translation, and since the structures are similar, I just read out the translation from memory."

Full of loopholes...

fishing?

Or am I overthinking it?

Ciel stared at Sif.

"Can you tell Professor Endsworth about this? He'd probably be very happy if he knew there were relevant textbooks."

"I don't know either. I saw this in the president's library at the Truth Association."

"I wrote some of it down because I was interested. I don't know if it's right or wrong."

"I used to think it was just an ordinary book in a minority language, but I never thought it would be so valuable."

"Ciel, can you promise me not to tell Professor Endsworth about this?" Sif said nervously. "After all, this knowledge strictly belongs to the president. If I teach it without his consent, it will be a bit embarrassing."

"But there's no way I could refuse Professor Endsworth."

"Can you please promise me that once I obtain the president's consent, I will carefully excerpt a copy of the book and provide it to Professor Endsworth and the others for reference?"

Charles nodded. "I understand how you feel. I will definitely keep this a secret for you."

For the demigod "Sher Rocks", Sif's behavior can be said to be full of loopholes.

But for the ordinary lecturer "Charle Rocks", Sif's words and choices are basically the most consistent with her "identity".

In the conversation just now, only Professor Endsworth, an outsider, would believe it a little.

Charles didn't believe what she just said.

But he was not sure whether the other party was fishing for him, nor was he sure whether the other party had confirmed his identity.

Is it "the enemy is in the dark and I am in the light" or "the enemy is in the light and I am in the light" or even "I am in the light and the enemy is in the dark"?

but..

If you don't want to completely reveal it, I'll just play the game with you.

Charles blinked his eyes and smiled kindly.

"Thank you anyway. If possible, could you please let me know as soon as you have any news?"

"I want to let Professor Endsworth know this good news as soon as possible."