Aimu walked towards the desk under the layers of bookshelves with hot eyes. It was very messy, just like every scholar's desktop. But what's interesting is that Sa Qin should have had time to sort it all out at that time, but he didn't.

In doing so, various documents and notes were placed on the desktop, covered with dust.

Boluogo came over. On the towering board, he saw pieces of papyrus nailed up. On them, exquisite sketches were used to outline ellipsoids full of patterns. There were also many densely packed figures on the side.

Text.

In the ruins area before, Bologg couldn't recognize the information because those words were all filled with complex academic terms, and there were some words that Bologg didn't even recognize.

Now these words make Bologg find the feeling of powerlessness he had before, and this time the feeling of powerlessness is even deeper, just because these words seem to Bologg to be a completely different language.

"Do you know this kind of word?" Boluoge asked Aimu, "Does Raymond Guyton use another language?"

"You guessed it right, but not entirely."

Aimu walked over, the aperture in his eyes shrank slightly, "This is an encrypted text."

She went on to explain, "In order to protect their research, scholars often use this kind of writing to describe information. Only those who have mastered the relevant encrypted language can read his words."

"Well, this is indeed in line with the temperament of scholars."

Boluogo nodded, without making any further comments, but asked, "Then do you understand?"

"Yes," Aimu said, "As early as after the fall of the Holy City, members of the first-generation Order Bureau collected the inheritance of King Solomon, and it was also at that time that they began to decipher these texts."

Aimu patted his chest confidently, "I have already learned these encrypted words before setting off for the operation. This is not a problem for me, but the translation will take some time."

"good."

This is good news. If Aimu can't understand these words, then Boluogo can only find a way to pack them up and take them away. There is no way. Boluogo is not a cultural person, so he can only rely on Aimu.

Already.

If, for this operation, we were to go to Sai Zong's armory and pick out the most perfect weapon, Bologo would definitely be able to complete it perfectly.

"They look like some kind of embryo."

While Aimu was translating, Bologo looked at the images and expressed his thoughts.

"Well," Aimu paused his thoughts and said based on the translated information, "Sa Qin is studying some kind of embryos, and these are some relevant information."

"Okay, I won't disturb you anymore."

After finishing speaking, Boluogo walked to the desk aside to see if he could find anything else there. Boluogo guessed that not all of Sachin's words were in encrypted text, right? Could it be that this kind of encrypted text

Is this the common language in Raymond Gayton?

While complaining about these scholars, Bologg was rummaging around on his desk. A thick layer of dust had accumulated on the tabletop. After a few fannings, Bologg choked and sneezed hard.

While the dust was flying, the pages of the book swayed stiffly, and one of the pages fell from the table to the ground. Boluogo bent down to pick it up, and the familiar words came into his eyes.

The text on this page is not encrypted text, but general text.

Boluogo burst into tears for a moment, finally having something he could understand.

"Dear Hill..."

The handwriting was a little blurry, but Boluogo still recognized the words on it at first glance. He read it in a low voice, and then froze on the spot.

Hill?

This name was no stranger to Boluogo, and his memory was instantly dragged back to the bizarre world of ether.

Yes, in that blazing storm, Boluogo once collided with the echo of a soul, and glimpsed his life in it, the life named Hill.

"No way?"

Boluogo thought this was the same name, but his subconscious told himself that this was not a coincidence.

He did not continue reading, but spread out the pages, tried to calm himself down, and then speculated about the pages.

Is this what Sachin wrote? He didn't use encrypted text, just plain paper, like it was torn out of some notebook.

The page was spread out on the table. It seemed that Sachin had no intention of hiding it. In other words, this should be his message to "Hill".

It seems that Hill did not see Sachin's message to him, but many years later, Borrowgo did.

"Dear Hill."

Boluogo adjusted his mood and read the next text.

"I don't know if you will be angry when you see me calling you Hill? Haha.

Well, please forgive me for my offense. Compared with those noble names and gorgeous titles, I still like to call you Hill, as if calling you this way, you are still the cute little junior brother in my memory."

Bologo wrote down the information revealed in the text and kept it firmly in his mind.

"I...I still can't accept your proposal, let alone understand it, but you are right, someone has to make a decision, whether it is right or wrong, a hesitant person like me has no right to object.

So, even if I don’t accept it, I can’t understand it, but I think I’m still willing to believe in you, not just in your identity or your status, but in yourself, the Hill in my memory.

After writing these words, I will go to the banquet hall. Most of the scholars are there. I will lead them to hold a ceremony together, and other people's ceremonies are also proceeding in an orderly manner.

Death is coming... It's strange. I know that I will die completely. I also know that I will see you again. I even said these words to you personally, but I still feel a little different. After all, at that time

I am no longer me, even if he looks a lot like me.

For this, the real Sachin Grama apologizes to you, I'm sorry, Hill.

The teacher is right. Even without the power of the devil, you are still the greatest scholar and worthy of inheriting the name Wolfgang Gold. And I...and I was confused by jealousy and even made a deal with the devil.

.

I... I just wanted to create pure humans, real soulless people, but I never thought that it was the devil's conspiracy. I was deceived by him. Even if we made amends at that time, what happened after that...

…

I'm sorry, I really want to say these words to Susie myself.

Tell that kid."

Bologg looked at the end of the page, where there was a line of faded text.
Chapter completed!