Chapter 17 Red Gloves

Author: seedless melon

Chapter 17 Red Gloves

indeed.

In terms of the 'skills' displayed by Anton, the two 'skills' acquired by the 'Scholar' sequence at the first level of Transcendence are indeed of great help in translating spiritual texts.

It’s great that the ‘recording’ technique can break the principle that ‘continuous words’ cannot be memorized for more than 12 hours, not to mention the translation accelerator of ‘copying’.

The Extraordinary of the second level of Extraordinary not only has a maximum share that is several times higher than that of an ordinary apprentice, but also has cheating "skills". No wonder the young Baron Habs does not pay attention to Truman.

Lilith also felt hopeless. She explained this to Truman just to make him give up and stop wasting precious 'shares' and time and admit that she could not complete the job.

"Let's divide the work. You write the words and I'll translate." Truman said.

ah?

Lilith looked at Truman and saw Truman staring at Anton's table. Now Anton was writing furiously, and those mysterious spiritual texts were written by him like ordinary characters.

Anton did not even choose to try writing on a small piece of parchment before copying it, but directly copied it on a whole piece of paper.

The 'spiritual tide' is emerging with Anton's handwriting, and bursts of white light spread slightly like waves. This translation method is bold and advanced that Truman and Lilith have never seen before.

While speaking, Anton had already finished writing the second word.

This is too fast.

It should be yesterday's translation result recorded by the 'Record' skill.

Because the ‘copying’ tentacle on the other side is still writing the first word on the pottery screen.

"Go quickly!" Truman urged Lilith.

Well... Lilith is a member of Truman's team after all. If Truman still wants to try it, Lilith feels that she still has to help him.

So Lilith began to brush the words with a small brush and mercury, and Truman began to frown and recall every five-character quatrain he had recited on earth.

Maybe there is no chance to try again, today is the last chance.

Look at Anton, he is really confident that he can solve this super long "continuous word" in one go, and Truman doesn't want to lose.

…

Habsburg fifth floor.

Precious and rare glass forms a viewing platform space that overlooks most of the city.

The roaring fireplace makes the place warm as spring.

The owner of the workshop elegantly holds a precious tea set from the East and drinks fragrant tea made from fresh milk and tea leaves.

Young Baron Habbs was sitting on one side, with a teacup in front of him, but his mind was not here.

"I am very grateful to Habsburg for helping me solve this problem." The owner of the workshop said, "Although it is part of the agreement, I will keep it in mind for the wholehearted help of the young Baron Habsburg."

"Father promised to help you solve all the troubles in the operation of the potion workshop, and the Habbs family never breaks their promises." Young Baron Habbs said, "But are you so sure that your students will lose control?"

"If he doesn't lose control, won't you get the key spiritual text that you need for promotion~" The owner of the workshop showed a slightly naughty smile, which made her look more beautiful and lively.

Little Baron Habbs stared at the smile of the workshop owner, with a hint of greed in his eyes, but he immediately concealed it.

"Indeed, you master the magic potion formula of the legendary 'Master Planner' sequence. The potion you make together will definitely be the most powerful and can also create the most powerful legendary 'Master Planner'." Xiao Ha

Baron Booth complimented the master of the workshop.

"I'm afraid your students can't understand that the reason why a potion master is powerful is not because of how many spiritual texts he can translate, but because he masters enough and powerful potion formulas."

Ha~ The workshop owner smiled and seemed very happy because of the compliment.

"With the red gloves here, don't worry. If your student loses control and turns into a monster, he will be executed on the spot immediately." Baron Habs said enthusiastically, and then tried: "As a legendary level refiner, you

A soul master', can he easily deal with an out-of-control extraordinary second-level monster?"

"I don't want to participate in the battle." The owner of the workshop said in a coquettish tone and gesture, "I don't want to dirty my potion workshop."

Do you not want to or can't... There is a mysterious searching look in the eyes of young Baron Habs.

…

White light diffuses in the basement.

Supernatural phenomena from the "spiritual tide" are like ocean tides filling the entire underground space wave after wave.

The center point of the tide is Anton.

By 14:00 in the afternoon, Anton had translated nearly 10 spiritual texts. The ten superpositions of ‘continuous words’ made the ‘spiritual tides’ continue one after another, and the scale was astonishing.

The invisible but seemingly weighty tide of light had already soaked the ankles of everyone present, as if there really was a small lake here.

Faced with this abnormality, the waiters wearing red gloves remained motionless and did not even look back. Truman admired the quality of these workers.

As for Truman, he has also completed 3 spiritual essays. Normally, the number is quite large and something to be proud of, but at this moment, it is like leftovers and not worth being happy about at all.

The figure of Lilith standing still and trying to write words in the "spiritual tide" caused by Anton seemed a little desperate and helpless.

But in fact, Truman is already somewhat sure. He feels that as long as there are 1 or 2 more words, he will be sure.

"Lilith! Hold on! We can win!" Truman shouted to Lilith.

The spread of the 'spiritual tide' gave everyone present the illusion that the room was loud, but in fact it was silent.

Truman's shout appeared suddenly, like a thunderclap, making everyone want to take a look at him.

Lilith really looked at Truman, her eyes slightly blank, while Anton's blood-red eyes were full of contempt. The other three red gloves did not look back. As soon as they turned around, the entire translation work was ruined.

The three women in the red gloves, the one Truman knew was named 'Xia Yan', squatted down at this moment and touched the ground with her palms.

Wherever she touched, the stone slabs were turning into steel, and cracks spread quietly...

The timing was wrong, Xia Yan stood up again and shook his head at his two 'colleagues'.

…

"The Red Gloves are directly under the management of the Holy See. The Habs family can mobilize them, but cannot order them. Therefore, if your students have not turned into monsters, they will not take action."

Young Baron Habbs said, "I am very worried that he will bring danger to you in the future."

"To translate a 20-word 'continuous word', which is composed of his incomplete extraordinary second-order sequence, he must exhaust his 'shares'. If he is still not crazy at that time, it proves that he is still a human being, and

There’s no need to worry,” said the workshop owner.

"You have thought very carefully. In addition, I have also ordered the Red Gloves to try their best to protect your other student." Little Baron Habbs said.

"I didn't expect that he would still come. He is such a stubborn little guy." The owner of the workshop shook his head, "Translating a 20-word Changling text is not a difficulty that he could have imagined. He probably wants this reward too much.

"

"Yes, you are a stubborn, pitiful and poor little guy." Little Baron Habsburg said with a careless sarcasm in his tone.
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