Chapter 3314 Poachers

But among the thousands of ancient texts, less than a hundred have been discovered and deciphered by humans.

The rest were lost in the melee.

And those official families who once copied ancient texts and detailed explanations for the goblin royal family were also scattered by wars time after time, or disappeared together with the entire family into the dust of history.

To this day, only Master Dewey has sorted out dozens of ancient texts, deciphered them, transcribed them, and stored them in the Vitchburg Chamber of Secrets.

Just relying on these dozens of ancient texts, Master Dewey is known as the most knowledgeable expert on ancient texts from the legendary heroic period to the present.

At the same time, it is precisely because of the help of these dozens of ancient texts that Fort Vicky's technological level has jumped to the pinnacle of the Zephyr Continent, and is known as the only country in the entire Zephyr Continent that has the opportunity to recreate the technological glory of the goblin rule.

Although everyone in the world refers to Wichburg and Master Dewey in this way, in fact, if you want to truly reproduce the technological level during the goblin rule, you can either forcefully develop technological power regardless of the consequences, and you may be able to reach an extremely close level within a hundred years, but It will also completely destroy the ecological environment of Zefeng Continent within a hundred years.

Another method is to find a sufficient number of ancient texts and borrow the power of ancient texts to complete the improvement of technological level.

At present, the second method is exactly what Master Dewey likes and longs for.

The only problem is that among the ancient text fragments that Master Dewey found, only dozens of text glyphs and annotations are complete, and the rest of the pages have been damaged to a very high degree.

This is not man-made damage, but caused by the erosion of time and sea water - this historical document was fished out of the sea by the goblins at the end of the goblin rule. Once it was out of the sea, most of the text on the pages had been blurred.

"If all the ancient texts can be found, perhaps my adoptive father's scientific research career will be improved to a higher level and the security will be higher."

Leaning on the recliner, I murmured: "After all, even the apostles and their ilk can only stare at the defense system established based on ancient texts, trying to break through the defense unless the Deep Sea Overlord and his heirs come in person. Otherwise it’s just wishful thinking.”

And if I master a complete set of ancient characters, I might be able to unravel the meaning of the densely packed ancient characters on my arm.

While I was talking, I took off my gauntlets and bandages, and stared at the increasing number of ancient texts. I couldn't help but feel a chill running down my spine - there were so many ancient texts that my trypophobia was frightened.

After a day's flight, the airship arrived at the capital of Moonlight City and landed slowly.

After getting off the airship, I didn't go home directly, but went to the Elf Forest first.

Many small animals greeted me familiarly after seeing me.

As I passed a big tree, something fell on my shoulder.

Turning around, I saw a little squirrel.

Although I have never seen this squirrel, it is obvious that it has seen me and knows me.

The squirrel squeaked twice, and then moved about as if dancing.

I looked at it confused, not understanding what it was doing.

"What are you"

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

The squirrel danced again, which made me even more confused.

Thinking about it carefully, maybe if I imitate its movements, I can understand its intentions, right?

So I also imitated the appearance of a squirrel and danced in various ways.

As a result, not only did I fail to understand the squirrel's intention, but it actually made the squirrel squeak in anger, and then bit me, causing me to take a deep breath in pain.

"Hey little guy, what are you doing!"

I stared at it angrily.

The squirrel was not afraid of my momentum at all. Instead, it stood upright, put its front paws on its hips, and kept squeaking.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

The squirrel raised one front paw and waved it forward.

After holding my chin and thinking carefully for a moment, I suddenly realized: "You mean, is there something over there?"

This time, the squirrel was no longer angry, but kept nodding its big head.

"What could it be?" I thought for a moment and then asked, "A mausoleum?"

The squirrel shook his head.

"Beast?"

The squirrel shook his head again.

"Is it a human being?" I asked again.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

The squirrel nodded eagerly.

"As a human being, there's nothing unusual about it," I murmured, "Don't adventurers from the Rose Legion often patrol around here?"

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

The squirrel barked again.

"Isn't he from the Legion of Roses?"

Seeing the squirrel nodding, I frowned: "A stranger?"

It nodded again.

"Are you sure?" I asked again.

The squirrel nodded again, and this time it nodded so frequently that its big ears almost flew out.

"Okay, I understand." I nodded, put the squirrel back on the tree, and said, "Go about your business, I'll go over there and have a look."

"squeak!"

The squirrel looked serious and clenched his front paws into a fist in a power pose.

"receive!"

I laughed and made a sign of strength.

A stranger who dares to enter the Elf Forest must be a poacher or a tomb robber?

Well, the possibility of the former is far less likely than that of the latter. After all, once a poacher is discovered, he will be punished with the death penalty, while a tomb robber will generally only have his property confiscated and be sent back to his country.

The reason for such a verdict is that for Moonlight City, living animals are far more valued than underworld weapons.

But it cannot be ruled out that there are some extremely vicious poachers who sneak into the Elf Forest and hunt rare species for the sake of making money and excitement.

Normally when encountering such a person, the Legion of Roses would hand it over to the judiciary for execution, but I am different. I will kill the person directly and bury him in the soil as fertilizer.

Although this approach bypassed the judicial process, the two queens were very pertinent to my approach.

Even when Elder Jennifer impeached me for being lawless, Her Majesty the Fairy Queen smiled and said to her: "Young people will always be a little impulsive. When they reach our age, they will calm down."

Elder Jennifer was very angry at that time, but she was speechless.

After all, she has no ability to disobey Her Majesty the Fairy Queen.

As I walked deeper into the forest, I slowed down my breathing, trying to keep it to a level that only I could hear. At the same time, I also kept slowing down, trying to keep the sound under my feet to a minimum.

Just like that, when they reached a hundred or ten meters, a figure suddenly appeared not far away.

The figure didn't look burly, nor thin, nor short, but not tall either. It was unclear what he was holding in his hand, but judging from personal experience, it shouldn't be a weapon.

Since it was probably not a weapon, that meant that this person was probably not a poacher.

Could he be a tomb robber?