Chapter 665 Anonymous

"Teacher, what is written on it?" Lu Dai spent a long time identifying it, racking his brains, and finally lost the battle and chose to ask Wolfe for advice.

Her attainments in ancient lingua franca are actually quite high, and sometimes she can even read ancient books sent by technology hunters without any problems.

However, the words on this letter paper are too niche. As the prototype of the ancient common language, it has covered the entire world. I am afraid that those who have been involved in this research field can be counted on the palm of a hand.

But to be considered proficient.

Even less.

Fortunately, her teacher Wolfe is one of them.

"Hmm..." Wolfe, who usually paid little attention to things other than research, looked at the words on the paper and became thoughtful in a rare way. Finally, he said with a hint of uncertainty: "It's like a little poem. ”

"Poetry?" Lu Dai felt even more weird. It was very strange to write a letter in the original language. Why would he specially send a small poem to his teacher? Then the difficulty of writing would be even higher, right?

"You see, each line above contains seven characters, neatly arranged up and down. If pronounced in ancient Chinese, the rhyme and rhyme should also be antithetical. It is undoubtedly poetry." Wolfe counted it again and confirmed, "I'll read it carefully..."

The mechanic cleared his throat and read out the words on the paper with a strange pronunciation that was different from common language. Although the voice was a bit difficult, the emphasis was still somewhat cadence, which made people feel sonorous and powerful - it was early morning. An ancient language that had been lost before the Second Empire.

After switching to the pronunciation, there was no longer any difficulty in identifying the glyphs, and Lu Dai, who was familiar with ancient Chinese, could understand it. However, at first the apprentice stared at the teacher with some expectation, but her expression soon changed.

Because Lu Dai only heard: "One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eight or ninety pieces..."

"Can this be considered poetry?" She couldn't help but blurt out.

Isn't this just simple arithmetic... It's simply the level of a child's enlightenment. Even if he were to write in ancient Chinese, Lu Dai could do it when he was seven years old. How could it be worth taking so seriously?

Unexpectedly, after hearing the disciple's subconscious question, Wolfe just glanced at her and continued to read without stopping at all: "Thousands of pieces, countless pieces..."

"Flying into the embers are gone."

After listening to the first half of the sentence, Lu Dai's eyebrows were still frowning, but they had begun to loosen gradually. From the wording of the poem, she could already feel that the pile of pure quantity had reached the extreme and there was no way forward.

When your thinking becomes fixed, you can no longer escape from the cage, but at the same time there will be a vague expectation.

Then, like an avalanche.

The apprentice's pupils suddenly dilated: "Flying into the embers... they disappeared..."

"This is……"

"Title: "Snow"." The mechanic finished his sentence slowly, licking his tongue as if he was still savoring it, with a long artistic conception: "Embers, ashes."

"This is a scene from the Land of Ashes."

The nightmare of all adventurers, the desperate situation of all technology hunters... It is also the dreamland of all mechanics, the last remnant of ancient civilization on this continent.

The mysterious land of ashes!

After listening to this little poem, a picture suddenly appeared in Lu Dai's mind: "Snowflakes were flying above her head, but looking around, it was endless paleness and vastness. They gathered together and fell on the ground. On the ground, the original savings disappeared without a trace... What is flying in the sky is not snow, but the remaining ashes that are still falling when the last civilization burned out, which can bury everything.

How can you see it?

This poem went from being boring and childish at the beginning to a sudden turn of events. With just one sentence at the end, the scale of the whole poem was stretched to the scale of the rise and fall of civilizations and thousands of years. The leap was so big that Lu Dai couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. Tremble.

What worries her even more is: "Teacher...is this really describing the Land of Ashes?"

"Has the person who wrote this poem really been there?"

Even just exploring the edge of the Land of Ashes has allowed technology hunters to restore exquisite and practical designs such as crossbows, dustproof windbreakers and eyepieces, and marching tents from the old world. If someone really goes deep into it and returns it, what will he do? What kind of wealth can be obtained?

Moreover, given the danger level of the Land of Ashes, even war-level people would not dare to approach easily. That person's own strength, even in the entire world, is probably second to none.

"That's not necessarily the case." Wolfe had understood the poem a long time ago. He was not as frightened as his disciples, and was much calmer: "Most of the things about the Ashes are just guesses, even if they are said. It cannot be verified; and the specific environment can be described based on the peripheral observations brought back by the senior technology hunters.”

"What he is really interested in," the mechanic pointed at the stationery on the table, "is to be able to write such a poem using ancient proto-language and accurately describe the scene of the Land of Ashes... Such skillful use is already a very high level of achievement. deep."

"Yes." Lu Dai suddenly understood. She had been so shocked by the artistic conception in the poem that she had forgotten their original focus.

These words were written in the original language. She did not live in the same cultural environment and could not evaluate their literary nature, but their ingenious conception was understandable by anyone.

Being able to read ancient Chinese like Lu Dai was already very powerful, but even she couldn't write it freely.

Not to mention writing works that are of a certain level based on the archetypes of ancient proverbs.

She couldn't even remember the vocabulary herself.

Looking back, the depth of the author's research in the field of ancient languages ​​can only be described as amazing... no, scary.

After sighing, Lu Dai looked at the still solemn expression of the young mechanic, reacted, and quickly comforted him: "Teacher, you can understand these obscure words and interpret them for me. Your level is not bad, but it may not be used in this field..."

Wolf is a young genius who has made achievements in various fields. Even if he has not yet made a real sensation in the academic world, all mechanics recognize his potential.

But correspondingly, an invisible pressure also came to the mechanic. Once he failed to make achievements that matched his reputation, no matter how much he was praised before, there would be double the intensity of ridicule.

In such an environment, Wolfe was even more unwilling to admit defeat and tried to keep up with others in all fields. But at this moment, this little poem was placed in front of him, and the other party's attainments in the field of ancient language were undoubtedly defeated. Lu Dai thought that with the teacher's pride, he might be feeling uncomfortable at this moment.

"That's not the question," Wolfe said solemnly, "I recognize this niche language only by chance... The one who can really understand and use it is a senior brother of mine at the end of the world."

"It was only after he deciphered all the common words of this language from the ancient common language that I knew to write down the meaning. I am indeed not as talented as him in all languages."

As he spoke, the mechanic touched the letter unconsciously, his tone was both emotional and depressed, and the "he" in the last sentence seemed to refer to both the "senior brother" he just said and the author of the letter.

Wolfe, at the same time, admitted defeat to both of them.

Lu Dai looked at the teacher in disbelief, her originally bright eyes widened even more, she did not expect that she would witness this appearance of this genius again, and it was all in just a few days.

And, compared to the last time, this time Wolfe did not make excuses, nor was it due to unexpected objective factors.

Instead, he was convinced.

At the same time, Lu Dai's curiosity was suddenly aroused, and she hesitated and said, "Teacher, who is the senior brother you are talking about? How come I have never heard of him?"

As everyone knows, Wolfe is the only disciple who has graduated from the master's school at the end of the world-of course, it is good to have such a person.

"My senior brother made some "mistakes"... and then he was expelled. It is natural that you don't know." Wolfe seemed reluctant to say more, "Looking at this letter, I thought it was sent by him at first, which scared me."

Wolf knew that the mastery of language does not represent the research level of a mechanic in other specific fields, but in the current environment, the ability to interpret ancient books is the research basis for restoring all lost technologies.

With the genius of that senior brother, even if he left the end of the world, he should not be unknown, but even though Wolfe has been stationed in the depression lagoon and has more information than before, he has not heard of his recent situation.

Could he be dead?

The mechanic muttered to himself.

But maybe...this is a better ending for him and this world.

"Where is the messenger?" Wolfe shook the letter paper, "Please ask them to come in."

Lu Dai was still surprised that the senior brother mentioned by the teacher was so accomplished, but was still expelled from the end of the world. What a big mistake he must have made. After hearing Wolfe's words, he shuddered.

He thought it was bad.

She remembered the previous scene.

Because the shock she received had occupied all her brain capacity, Lu Dai could not connect this letter with the previous pair of merchants. After all, the contrast was too great.

She didn't know how the other party got this letter, but since the arrogant Wolfe recognized it so much and even compared it with his senior brother... In his mind, the other party must be a distinguished guest who deserves to be treated with courtesy and communicate seriously.

In the world,

How many people can get such courtesy?

If the teacher knew, she actually drove them away...

Scolding is a small matter.

Your position as an apprentice may not be saved!

"!" Under Wolfe's surprised eyes, Lu Dai almost took several steps back in a startle, and flashed to the door, leaving only the shadow of the pigtail tail: "I will invite them in now..."

"Teacher, wait a moment!"

Now she just hoped that the other party had not gone far.

"There is no need to be so anxious, what will it look like if people see you in a hurry." Wolfe frowned and muttered, "Do you know who you want to invite? Go without asking clearly..."

He took the letter paper, compared it under the light, and confidently looked at the signature below the poem.

As he honestly told his disciples, Wolfe did not have a deep grasp of this prototype language called "Chinese", but fortunately, the words used in the poem were extremely simple, so he could understand it.

But the more this is the case, the more it shows that the other party has profound skills-without piling up words, he can convey a profound artistic conception.

Even if it is written in the current common language, it is probably enough to leave a name.

But when Wolfe saw the Chinese characters, he was a little undecided. He began to search in his mind in the vocabulary database interpreted by his senior brother:

"'Anonymous'... a person whose identity is unknown, or who is not yet known and does not want to reveal his name."

When used in works, it may be that the original author is no longer known because it has been circulated for too long, so it is a temporary title.

"This poem was collected and excerpted from the folks... Is this what 'he' means?" The mechanic whispered, "Or is it another meaning of this word in the common language..."

-Anonymous.

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"My lords," Nanding looked at the people who surrounded them coldly, "Our actions these days have been under surveillance. I don't think any of them violated the regulations of the 'Technology Hunters' or the 'Swales'." Lagoon" of the law..."

"So, what do you mean?"

In the rain, Shandi herders and Shicha's noble caravan were surrounded and forced into a corner of a square.

Surrounding them were figures in white robes.

The law enforcement team of Lake Town held crossbows, their hands still steady even in the wind and rain.

The members of the law enforcement team did not take action directly, and they were obviously worried about the influence. After all, they represented the laws of the town. Once they acted recklessly, they would destroy the rationality of their own existence.

It's like they're waiting for the other person to give up.

Or maybe they are waiting for a time when they can start acting recklessly.

"My eldest lady, what's the use of telling them these things at this time?" Shi Cha asked anxiously in a low voice. Even though he was born in a noble family, he was forced to use arrogant names. Then he took out his guild certificate and said with full satisfaction With a smile on his face, he tried to have a clandestine relationship with the law enforcement team members.

However, just when he took a step, countless cold lights pointed at him.

Shi Cha was so frightened that he quickly shrank back and almost jumped behind Nan Ding.

Su Cheng stopped in front of the master, and at the same time pressed his knife to advise: "Don't conflict with them... I don't know how it is in Shandi, but at least it must be like this in other places."

Speaking from experience as a Union City person.

For ordinary inland civilians, the real deterrent may not be the bandits far away, but the samurai guards in the city who wear armor and walk at night with ten hands on their waists.

Before Nanding had time to speak, he saw a commotion among the law enforcement teams surrounding them, as if they had received some order. In this case, everyone thought it was a sign that the other party was about to take action.

However, a crack opened in the crowd, and a group of people wearing black academic uniforms came out - the mechanics of the Depression Lagoon.

The leading mechanic was middle-aged, wearing glasses and looking elegant. When he walked by with an umbrella, he heard a subtle voice coming from behind: "Have you made up your mind like this?"

The middle-aged man smiled: "I don't understand this."

He immediately crossed over, and with everyone watching, he made an inviting gesture to the surrounded merchants: "Sorry, our distinguished guest..."

"Long wait."