Chapter 100

Information about the ancient lost language of Azir!

Lin Jie's eyes lit up.

The last time Joseph handed him the great ancestral sword, because he was interested in the inscription on the sword, Jian Lie Xinxi mentioned something to Joseph.

The latter immediately offered to help find the information, but he did not expect to have the result so soon.

Joseph is really reliable!

So such a prudent grandpa would raise such a bear child like Melissa. Sure enough, family education is a major issue accompanying human history. After all, parents are not born to be parents, and they have to learn slowly.

Lin Jie reached out and took the stack of materials, flipped through it and glanced at it, and immediately knew that what Claude said about "slow progress in research" was true, and it was even euphemistic.

This thick stack is basically all the records and rubbings of the original text. The research materials of later generations are only a few thin sheets of paper, and there is no pattern. Has done research.

However, no matter how you look at it, there is no research to find out why. There are only "guesses" and "inferences", and only a few strokes of the actual translation.

Lin Jie took a few glances and only confirmed one thing, that is, most of these recorders and translators were not professional scholars, but should be those who excavated the ruins at that time.

It's not that there are no scholars among those who excavate the ruins, but these documents are disorganized, and it feels like they wrote down their impressions shortly after getting these rubbings, and then shelved them and never continued.

Assuming that the person who wrote these things was a scholar of later generations, Lin Jie compared his heart, thinking that under normal circumstances, it would be absolutely impossible for him to stop abruptly like this, unless he encountered some unexpected emergencies.

Otherwise, it can only be described as extremely poor professional quality.

But apart from these fragmentary research records, the remaining rubbings are about 30 pages, which can be said to be unexpectedly rich, which makes Lin Jie feel very pleased.

Lin Jie sorted out the documents and put them on the counter. Looking at Claude, he smiled and said, "Please make a special trip. Do you want to take a rest and read a book? I can recommend some books to you."

Claude had expected that the owner of the bookstore would say such a thing. He glanced at the bookshelves hidden in the shadows behind Lin Jie, then hesitated, shook his head, and said cautiously:

"No, thank you for your kindness, but I still need to deal with these three reckless guys, and I can't enjoy a pleasant rest time for the time being."

Claude gestured to the three police officers lying on the ground, saying that he didn't want to sit down and read a book, but he just didn't have time.

His refusal was not because he was ignorant of good and evil, but because he obeyed the teacher's instructions.

Although he knew that the books in the bookstore were not simple, and that the owner of the bookstore was powerful, he had to consider whether he could bear the gift from the owner of the bookstore.

The teacher's daughter just fell into a state of learning that she couldn't stop herself because of the books from the bookstore. If the teacher hadn't forcibly interrupted her, she didn't know what the consequences would be...

Fortunately, I passed out only because of lack of sleep and food, but even so, I had to stay in bed for a whole week.

And there seems to be some slight changes in personality.

Although according to the teacher, the benefits Melissa gained far outweighed the cost, but it still made people feel subconscious fear and fear.

Therefore, before he came, the teacher specially told him that if the owner of the bookstore recommended books to him, he could try to decline.

If you must accept it, then you must be cautious, ask the purpose of this book, open it in the presence of the bookstore owner, or study it with the teacher after you bring it back.

Absolutely, you can't read it by yourself, otherwise the consequences will be unpredictable.

"That's a pity, we can only wait for the next time."

Although Lin Jie was sorry, he also expressed his understanding. He looked at the three police officers lying on the ground, shook his head and said, "But to be honest, this is really the worst class I have ever seen...Your Central Police Station It’s really time to improve the recruitment standards and overall quality of police officers.”

"This session"?

Claude keenly grasped the key word, that is to say, the owner of the bookstore once had contact with the historical Central Police Station.

It seemed to be new information, he secretly memorized it.

He nodded: "You are right, I will put forward my opinion to the higher authorities."

"In addition, if you have any other needs, you can contact me at any time. This is my communicator number."

"Definitely." Lin Jie added a new number to his communicator that he hadn't used for a long time while saying polite words.

Claude looked at the communicator that the owner of the bookstore took out, and there was a faint ash tree logo on the back.

Judging from the known and available information, this bookstore has always been under the name of the Ash Chamber of Commerce, and it was exactly three years... three years ago, when the mixed-race boy from the Chapman family was brought back.

Without knowing that the bookstore existed, "Chapman's Witch" would indeed be an unsolved mystery.

But those in the know can figure it out immediately after thinking about it a little.

It turns out that the influence of the owner of the bookstore began three years ago, and during these three years, I don't know how many chess pieces have been left behind...

Claude could not help but feel his throat a little tight. It is gratifying that, including Wilde, there are not many people who know the existence of the bookstore, at least the group of people from the Truth Society are still at the stage of ignorance.

This is a good thing... The Secret Ritual Tower's decision to block the news was too timely.

Otherwise, the Truth Society may face a split situation. I hope they will not choose to die by themselves. The Secret Ritual Tower has already issued enough warnings.

"correct."

The owner of the bookstore raised his head suddenly, interrupting Claude's thoughts, and the latter quickly sat upright: "Do you have any orders?"

Lin Jie couldn't help but laugh at Joseph's disciple's expression as if he was facing a big enemy. This kind of feeling that the two parties are about the same age, but the other party treats him as an elder, is really a bit subtle...

Alas, but thinking that I know the other party's teacher, this sense of dislocation seems to be taken for granted.

"Don't be so nervous, I don't eat people."

Lin Jie made a joke to ease the atmosphere, then smiled and said, "Is Melissa okay recently? Are you studying? I mean, your teacher's daughter came over to wrestle with me a while ago, probably with Joseph It’s awkward, so I bought a few teaching materials from me and went back.”

"I'm thinking about it now. That level of difficulty may not be suitable for her at this stage. It will be a bit hard to learn. I hope she is in a good state now."

She is indeed a little hard... she has been lying in bed for a week.

As for whether you eat or not, I think these three guys lying on the ground should have a deep understanding.

Claude slandered, and then considered: "Thank you for your concern, she is obsessed with studying, although she does feel a little unwell, but the progress is obvious."

Lin Jie said: "That's good, tell her to pay attention to the combination of work and rest in order to have the best results."

"I'll tell you." Claude heaved a sigh of relief. Since the owner of the bookstore spoke, Melissa should have listened. "If you have no other orders, then I'll take my leave first."

After getting the nod from the owner of the bookstore, he stood up and nodded to Mo En, then walked out of the bookstore with the three unconscious police officers.