In the bathroom.
Su Lu operates the property bar while showering:
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Name: [Su Lu Pottery]
Profession:[None]
Professional Rank:[0]
Title:[None]
Strength:[1.5], Agility:[1.2], Constitution:[1.0], Spirit:[1.6]
Skills:[Creation of Dead Princess LV1],[Maga Fighting Skill LV4]
Passive:[Common Hebrew LV3], [Basic Physics LV4], [Demon Hunting Knowledge LV1], [Ancient Hebrew LV2]
XP:[70]
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Not to mention the relic of the corpse, just the changes in his property bar already justified the days he spent in the sewer, emitting an unbearable stink.
Ah, the mere mention of it brings tears to my eyes.
Himself and Sean weren’t exactly sociable in university, but ever since they took on the sewer job, they’ve practically become pariahs – their stink could be smelled miles against the wind, a scent everyone avoided.
Su Lu was a stickler for cleanliness, he scrubbed himself to the point of practically shedding skin.
Despite this, when he arrived at the library the next day, he still felt an odd smell lingering on him.
‘Maybe it’s just my imagination!’
Su Lu went to the language area, picked out a few thick books, and sat down at a table.
Immediately, he noticed that the slightly crowded surroundings had cleared, and several girls hurriedly got up and left.
‘Well… at least it’s useful for getting a seat!’
Su Lu sneered at himself, opened a massive book, and started to compare.
The rewards he salvaged from the sewer, the Golden Dragon, was ordinary, he was preparing to investigate the diamond-shaped iron plate later, only the few torn pages were worth seriously treating.
But, the text on them was strange and needed translation.
The library of St. George’s University had an extensive collection, he even found several books introducing Ancient Hebrew here, although very piecemeal, but he did glean some knowledge.
At this moment, he was trying his luck.
“Ancient Language Research? No!”
“Twenty-seven Variations of Hebrew? Wrong!”
“The Relationship between Island Texts and Mystical Symbols… Huh?”
After the rustling of pages for over an hour, Su Lu joyously found an image in a book.
The text on it was almost identical to the one on the parchment.
“…According to the author’s observations, the language on the mysterious stone carvings of Walker Island comes from Gulam Language… this language is very rare, today only perhaps some tribal ceremonies in the tropical rain forests still preserve them.”
“Gulam Language?”
Su Lu recognized it all over again, the twisted serpent-like writing on the stone carving illustration, and the parchment, were absolutely from the same source.
But…
The author only took a few pictures and there were no translation content about Gulam Language.
Moreover, even if Su Lu searched the entire library, he could not find a single document studying Gulam Language.
“After all, it is a minor language…”
Su Lu stood up, returned the books to their original positions, feeling somewhat disappointed.
He was indeed very curious about the identity of the mysterious dead, who was very likely a transcendent but had died so silently in the sewer which was a tragedy.
‘Who killed him and for what reason?’
As Su Lu thought, he transcribed the Gulam Language recorded on the parchment onto paper, planning to ask a linguistics professor to help.
Even though there were no relevant documents in the big library, perhaps the professor still had some private collections.
“Eh? This is… Gulam Language?”
Just as Su Lu was writing attentively, a doubtful voice came from one side.
“Moli?”
Su Lu looked up, saw a timid face, and asked in astonishment, “You’ve studied ancient languages?”
“Yes… Because I’m interested in ancient texts. I’ve taken several courses in ancient languages. One of the professors once mentioned Gulam Language to us!”
Moli adjusted her glasses, “It is said that this language was passed down from an ancient and mysterious civilization, it possesses unimaginable power.”
This girl is trying to chat me up?
Su Lu found something strange, after all, the girl was trying to run away from him last time, could it be that she developed Stockholm syndrome?
As if she could see his doubts, Moli immediately explained, “Police Officer Marilyn visited me later, and I know you are innocent… I’m sorry, I thought you… I thought you…”
Her voice trailed off again, she seemed too shy to talk.
“It’s alright as long as the misunderstanding is cleared!”
Su Lu glanced at the few characters he had written, “Could you help me translate these?”
“I’ll try…”
Moli stepped forward and carefully looked at the words, “The professor only used Gulam Language as a few examples for us. Because of its complexity, it’s no longer used by anyone now… Where did you get this from?”
“From an ancient book…”
Su Lu lied without blinking an eye.
Anyway, what he wrote were just one or two characters extracted from the parchment, even if someone was proficient in ancient languages, they would never guess the context.
“I only recognize one word – Spirit!”
Moli pointed at a twisted serpent-like character, “This symbol in the ancient Lam civilization stands for soul, ghost, etc… As for the others, I’m sorry, I don’t recognize them.”
“Thank you, you’ve helped me a lot!”
Su Lu gently nodded. Being able to recognize one character had already surprised him, “May I know the name of the professor who is proficient in Gulam Language?”
“It’s a close friend of my advisor, Professor Yarannis!” Moli willingly answered.
“It’s her!”
The figure of a mature and knowledgeable woman immediately emerged in front of Su Lu’s eyes.
This Professor Yarannis was a well-known beauty at St. George’s University, she was still single, and countless gentlemen were infatuated with her.
A chill ran down Su Lu’s spine.
‘It’s too much of a coincidence that Moli happens to know the Gulam Language used by the transcendent who was killed, and she is also connected with the professor…’
Thinking of this, Su Lu started to regret asking Moli these questions.
He didn’t forget that he was still under the threat of that shadow figure, he ought to be more cautious in keeping a low profile until Rod Pottery’s arrival.
‘Life is a game where each person only has one life, don’t die from trying to show off.’
“Shall I ask Professor Yarannis for you, or borrow a book on Gulam Language for you?” Moli, who was unaware of Su Lu’s thoughts, asked with consideration.
“No! It’s okay!”
Su Lu immediately shook his head, “I just happened to flip through a few characters and was a little curious. I’m not interested in doing in-depth research!”
With a deadpan face, he tried hard to express his indifference towards this matter.
Seemingly sensing the atmosphere, Moli’s smile froze on her face, “I… I see.”