Nanako gulped and nodded repeatedly with wide eyes.
She quickly unfolded the secret scroll in her hands and divided the different pages into three categories.
No matter what, she had to deal with the current situation first!
Pointing at the three stacks of secret scrolls on the table, she cleared her throat and said:
"Grandfather Andrew, after Nanako's organization yesterday, the secret scroll in my possession seems to have been mixed up when it was unearthed. This scroll should contain content from three different books."
"The first volume is a historical record from the ancient elves shortly before their extinction."
"The second volume contains formulas for some high-level elven magic."
"The third volume... is a not-so-interesting ancient elven novel."
Upon hearing this, the surrounding stewards exchanged bewildered glances.
But Andrew frowned, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
The ancient elven scrolls he had distributed to the stewards were actually reprints. He kept all the original unearthed scrolls in his possession and had naturally read the scroll that was in Nanako's hands.
But it was only yesterday, while consulting the dictionary, that he discovered the versioning errors in these documents.
But how did she figure it out?
It would have been impossible to tell from the paper and handwriting alone, since what she held was a copied reprint.
"Continue," Andrew said hesitantly, looking at Nanako.
Nanako let out a small sigh, then picked up the first volume of the secret scroll, recalling her disciple's inner thoughts.
Disciple! I'm sorry!
Let your master borrow your knowledge to show off a little...
Master promises to give you two days off when we get back and make you my favorite cupcakes!
Nanako swallowed nervously and, with extreme unease, repeated verbatim the inner thoughts she had heard from her disciple earlier.
"In Elven Era 2021, the Elven King decreed that all elven warriors of the Violet Continent gather at the royal court, preparing to answer the call of the First King of Violet Continent to face the gods..."
Nanako spoke steadily.
The clear, childlike voice narrated an epic and tragically heroic elegy.
All the surrounding stewards stared at the eloquent Nanako with astonished expressions.
Andrew, however, grew increasingly alarmed as he listened.
At first, he was somewhat casual about it, but after hearing the first page, he could no longer remain seated.
He quickly opened the dictionary on the table before him.
Breathing rapidly, he took out the original version of the secret scroll in Nanako's possession that he had decoded yesterday and carefully compared them.
"This... this..." he was instantly dumbfounded.
Because the content matched exactly what Nanako was reading...
Word for word!
But how was this possible!
He was certain that given Nanako's personality, she definitely hadn't seriously studied the scroll's contents in the past three months.
And even if she had studied it seriously,
Without access to extensive reference materials, it would have been impossible for her to decode it!
He stared at Nanako in shock, his gaze immediately changing.
...
Soon.
After finishing the first volume of history,
Nanako took a breath, then picked up the second volume containing various magic formulas.
She recalled her disciple's inner thoughts.
Then she said seriously: "That's all I have from the first volume of history. This volume contains ancient elven magical knowledge, including all the magical formulas for the forbidden spell 'Ice Binding Hell.'"
"Besides that, I've also roughly translated some other high-level ancient elven magic."
Upon hearing this, the surrounding stewards immediately showed extremely shocked expressions.
Andrew was particularly dumbfounded.
"Magic formulas?!"
"Forbidden-level spells?!"
"This must be a joke!"
Everyone was instantly shocked.
Nanako nervously took out her small blackboard, then remembering her disciple's inner thoughts about this formula from yesterday.
Taking chalk, she carefully wrote down the magic formula for the forbidden spell 'Ice-Bound Hell' on the blackboard.
During this process,
She included numerous annotations.
Looking at the incredibly complex magic formula gradually taking shape under Nanako's hand on the blackboard, Andrew's expression grew increasingly shocked.
The formula had obviously been translated, and Andrew could see the power of this magic at first glance.
A forbidden spell! It really was a forbidden spell!
And it was the top-tier forbidden spell 'Ice Binding Hell' that ice mages dreamed of!
His breathing quickened.
Because he could be one hundred percent certain that Nanako had absolutely no way to access this kind of top-tier magic.
After all, he was the one who had taught her magic!
Which meant...
Nanako had truly decoded the ancient elven scroll!!
This was no small shock.
He stared blankly at the magic formula and notes that Nanako was gradually drawing on the small blackboard.
His mind went blank.
Could it be that Nanako had really managed in such a short time, without any reference materials...
To decode the entire magical scroll?!
And just as the magic formula was nearly complete, he saw Nanako write another line below.
[The worst of the forbidden spells, the fighter jet among garbage, the most useless kindergarten magic. --Lynn...]
Instantly, Nanako froze.
Then her face turned red.
She quickly erased the last sentence with her sleeve at an unimaginable speed.
She had been thinking too deeply...
And accidentally wrote out her disciple's evaluation of this magic.
These words couldn't be seen by Grandfather Andrew and the others... it would be disastrous...
But Andrew and the others had already caught that line.
Andrew asked in a daze: "What did you write at the end?"
Nanako startled, wide-eyed, shaking her head like a rattle drum, said:
"No... nothing, just... just an ancient being's brief comment on this magic..."
Andrew lowered his head in a daze.
Then he turned to the last page of the scroll containing this magic formula.
Sure enough.
At the bottom of the original formula, there was indeed a short comment.
He immediately consulted the dictionary, carefully translating and identifying.
Finally, he spelled out the words that Nanako hadn't written.
"Lynn... Great Lord of Violet... His Majesty the Great Divine Father..."
Instantly, the entire room fell silent.
"..."
"..."
Nanako's eyes grew even wider, her heart pounding wildly.
This is bad, this is bad! Grandfather Andrew actually translated it!
No way! No way!
Could the fact that her disciple was the Great Lord of Violet be exposed?!!
After a long while.
Andrew took a deep breath and said with complexity:
"As expected of a king from ancient times. Such an exquisite and perfect magic was merely comparable to garbage in the eyes of this being. That existence was truly beyond our imagination..."
He... he didn't suspect anything?
Nanako asked in a daze: "Um... Grandfather Andrew, you know about this Great Lord of Violet?"
Andrew nodded and said: "I've studied many historical texts from a thousand years ago. At that time, our Violet Continent was ruled by seven powerful kings, and the First King of Violet was far superior to the other six kings."
"At that time, he had a special title."
Nanako asked in surprise: "What title?"
Andrew said solemnly: "The King of All Kings."
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
