Enmatt harbor, in a sunny room.

The glass of the protruding window reflects a handsome face. He has dark pupils, deep eye sockets, long eyelashes, and slightly upward corners of his eyes. His slender, dark eyebrows fly into his temples, and his nose is straight.

The lips are light and bright red, the face is chiseled, the skin is smooth and without a trace of wrinkles, but the face is slightly pale and bloodless, as if he has not been in the sun for a long time, giving this young and extremely handsome gentleman a sickly and enchanting beauty.

He held a just-opened envelope in his hand, took out the letter paper inside, and stood in front of the bright window, browsing the letters from his subordinates.

"Dear Mr. Z:"

"Following your teachings, I pray devoutly to the great Lord every day. This makes me feel that my body and mind have been purified and sublimated, and my spirit has been liberated. I feel the presence of the Lord, who exists in everything.

, He exists in my body..."

…

"Also, I developed a believer in Tingen."

"He is active in the circle of occult enthusiasts in Tingen and also has high prestige in the circle of fortune-tellers. He has studied occultism for many years and has a relatively in-depth understanding of occultism. He only needs a guide.

People, lead him to open the door to the extraordinary world."

"I used the excuse of exploring occultism to secretly promote our philosophy to him. He agreed with us very much and believed that mystery exists in everyone's body. As long as you use appropriate methods to tap your own potential, you can gain extraordinary power."

"His name is Heinus Vansant. He is a wise and sociable man. I think he will be very helpful to our great mission in Tingen, so I would like to recommend him to you."

"Enclosed is Hanas Vincent's information. We are always waiting for your instructions."

With white fingers with clear joints, he pulled out a few thin pieces of letter paper from the envelope, and a photo fell off as the paper was pulled out.

The handsome Mr. Z stretched out his hand to catch the photo.

This is a half-length photo of Heinus Vansant. He is wearing a black classical robe, with the Divination Club in the background. He should be in his thirties. His thick brown hair seems to be unkempt, and is criss-crossed in random directions because the hair is thick and stiff

The roots are distinct, which reminds Mr. Z of a seabird's nest. His skin is rough, and there are even some obvious acne marks, blue and black around his eyes, and thick bags under his eyelids.

As soon as Mr. Z saw Heinus Vincent in the photo clearly, he couldn't help but frown his beautiful eyebrows, look away, and put on a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, with his appearance, why doesn't he believe in the tyrant?"

Mr. Z stood in front of the window for a while and suddenly said suddenly:

"Hmph, Sirius, this idiot, wants everyone to join the organization!"

He brought Heinus Vincent's information to his eyes again, browsed it hastily, and then turned back to the desk in the room. He sat down in front of the desk, picked up a new piece of paper, and began to reply.

"Pray to the Lord sincerely..."

"You should put more thought into welcoming the arrival of the Lord's heir, do a good job in collecting materials, and choose a sufficiently secluded and suitable location. You should..."

…

"Heinus Vansant's joining the organization remains to be seen."

…

Heinas hurried home and did not go to bed after washing up as usual. He simply cleaned up and took the newly acquired notes to the living room.

The notes covered with dark black cardboard were placed on the desk, and Haines couldn't wait to open the first page.

Then, Heiners was stunned. He found that he did not recognize these words.

…

“Tuk tuk tuk”

There was a rapid knock on the door at No. 19 Halls Street.

It was getting light, and Heinus Vincent impatiently came to the block where Sirius Arepis was, and knocked on the door of No. 19.

Sirius had gotten up early and was sitting in the lounge waiting for breakfast.

After asking the master, the servant opened the door and welcomed Heinas, whose dark circles under his eyes became more obvious, into the living room. Sirius was already waiting in the living room.

"Hainas, good morning, why are you coming to visit me so early?"

Sirius asked with slight curiosity the anxious and excited Heinas.

Haynes looked around the living room and found that there was no servant there, so he lowered his voice and said, "Sirius, I got a magical notebook. I think it may be the magical item you mentioned."

"What? Where did you put it? Did you take it with you?"

Sirius was shocked and stood up quickly. Instead of stepping forward, he took a few steps back and asked in fear.

"Yes, I brought it."

Saying that, Heinas quickly took out his notes and stepped forward to show them to Sirius.

Sirius used agility that belied his age and quickly took a few steps back, approaching the door of the living room. At the same time, he said in a somewhat elevated tone:

"Stop, don't come close, put it on the coffee table."

Only then did Haynes realize that Sirius had some unreasonable reactions.

He followed Sirius's request and put the notes on the marble coffee table. Then he asked in confusion: "What's wrong? Sirius."

Sirius carefully examined Hainas's condition for a while and found that there was nothing unusual about him. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned his attention to the dark black-covered notes on the coffee table. After looking at them for a while, he didn't feel any spiritual disturbance.

Unusually touched, he looked at Heinas with a reproachful tone.

"Didn't I teach you that magical items have terrible negative effects? Don't touch them rashly. They will affect you, pollute you, and even turn you into a monster. How can you just carry it with you like this?"

Hainas moved his lips, but did not make a sound, and then whispered: "But there is nothing abnormal about it."

Sirius walked to the coffee table, examined the notebook, and said, "Why do you think this notebook is a magical item?"

"I found it at the antiquities market. As soon as I saw it, I couldn't take my eyes away. Although it didn't look like an ancient book, I still insisted on buying it at a high price."

"I don't think ordinary ancient books will have such great appeal to me."

"I came home and found that the symbols or words on it looked familiar, but I didn't recognize them."

"Although I can't distinguish these words, I feel dizzy when I read them carefully. I feel that these words are like a suction force, firmly sucking my spirit and mind."

"I want to decipher these words. My intuition tells me that there must be secrets hidden here, and deciphering them will yield great rewards."

Sirius did not answer, but reached out and opened the cover of the note.

What caught his eye were some familiar words, but they were not common modern scripts, nor were they the mysterious and extraordinary Hermes script. Sirius recognized it carefully and found that it was somewhat similar to the structure of common scripts in the Northern Continent, but

It is not the language of any country such as Loen, Fusac, or Intis.

"This should be ancient Fusac script, from which the modern common language of the Northern Continent evolved, so when you look at these characters, you will feel familiar but not recognize them."

"I'm not very familiar with ancient Fussac. I think we need to go to the library to borrow some dictionaries or related references."

The two of them studied the notes for a while, but found nothing because they could not decipher the words. In the end, the two decided that Sirius would file the notes for storage, and Heinas would ask around in his own circle to see if Gufusa could be found at the university.

For translation materials of Grammar, Sirius went to the Deville Library to borrow relevant dictionaries.

The day passed by in a hurry, and in the evening, Haynes and Sirius gathered at No. 19 Halls Street again to exchange the gains of the day.

Since Heiners had to find out about the library at Hoy University through friends, he didn't get much actual results.

Sirius has already borrowed dictionaries and related books such as "Origin and Evolution of Ancient Fusac", "History of Civilization of the Northern Continent" from Deville Library.

The two of them looked at the dictionary and translated the words in the notes bit by bit. This was very difficult because the ancient Fussac script was very different from modern scripts. If the composition rules of sentences and the roots of vocabulary were not very similar to modern scripts, they would not even be able to

This is certainly a variant of ancient Fussac.
Chapter completed!