ghost on paper

Chapter 14 Extraordinary Second Order
Before the Habsburg, Truman met Anton.

Anton was obviously fatter, or bloated. Truman always felt that there was something stuffed in his bulging coat, which seemed to fit a person based on its size.

However, his energy and spirit improved a lot. When he saw Truman's gaze, he became more aloof, as if some nobleman despised commoners.

He even talked to Truman disdainfully, but just snorted. When facing the owner of the workshop, his attitude was not as respectful as before. As for Lilith, she was as insignificant as dust and was not in his eyes at all.

This guy has successfully advanced to the second level of Transcendence... I don't know what sequence it is... what kind of special ability... Don't try to trick me with eye attacks...

Truman was a little worried, so he took a few steps towards the owner of the workshop while pulling Lilith.

The owner of the workshop looked at Anton's complacency with a sneer on his lips, thinking that he was not too happy to see Anton.

Truman thought, this is probably the reason why potion workshops only have apprentices. Anyone who has successfully advanced to the Extraordinary Sequence would be willing to submit to a small workshop and be a screw for translating spiritual texts.

A steward wearing a wig introduced the four people from the potion workshop into the Habsburg, and his words were very respectful.

The owner of the workshop in a crimson coat walked into the palace like a queen, the calfskin boots knocking on the marble floor made a crisp sound, and the iris on the hat was swaying.

The elegance and composure of the owner of the workshop made Truman calm down. He straightened his coat and walked into this magnificent palace.

Soon, they saw Baron Albrecht Habs who greeted him at the door. Of course, the whole country, including the common people outside the castle, liked to call him Little Habs, in order to get along with the Habs who held the imperial military power. Archduke Stadt made the distinction.

Little Baron Habs has blond hair, tall stature, and a friendly smile. When he made a personal gift to the owner of the workshop, everyone was impressed by his demeanor.

"Dear Master Empress, welcome to Habsburg, these are your apprentices, right?" Little Habs's smile made people feel like spring breeze.

It was at this moment that Truman knew the name of the owner of the workshop, the emperor.

In addition, looking at the smile of little Habs, Truman always felt awkward, as if he had seen this kind of smile on someone's face before... who?
"I'm the teacher's student, Truman." When Truman introduced himself and shook hands with Little Habs, an inspiration flashed through his brain.

Thinking of who Little Habs's smile looks like, like a native of the motherland.

The motherlander is the villain in an American drama "Black Robe Picket Team" on Earth, and the classic big move is "Crescent Crescent".

Thinking of this, Truman subconsciously rubbed his hand on his coat.

"Dear Lord Baron, my name is Anton, and I have been promoted to the Transcendent Second-Level 'Scholar' sequence!"

If Anton was as proud as a rooster just now, now he was as nervous as a quail when he shook hands with little Habs.

Truman noticed the bulging thing behind Anton, and at this moment, it visibly swelled.

What the hell... Anton didn't bring a dog on his back, did he...?Truman only felt that it was very strange.

Lilith also held Truman's arm at this moment, she felt the danger.

But at the scene, the two who were supposed to be Extraordinary, whether it was the owner of the workshop or Little Habs, turned a blind eye to this.

Little Habs also praised Anton for being young and promising, regardless of the age difference between the two.

After exchanging greetings for a while, Little Habs walked towards the castle with the four people from the workshop, and several waiters followed behind them.

Truman noticed that the waiters were all wearing red gloves, and they were very interestingly dressed, but they were in the same way as the people from the motherland.

Walking along the way, the direction is not upward, but downward... It is understandable that the things are kept in a relatively safe underground.Truman thought.

The basement of the Habsburg is also quite spacious, but of course there are no windows.

In the end, everyone arrived at a wide space with an area of ​​more than [-] square meters. The stone floor was engraved with complicated textures, and it looked like it was used for sacrifices.

Truman is frowning more and more as he walks, the atmosphere is not right... Could it be that my identity as a time traveler has been discovered?
It's not right, if you want to hold Truman, two servants with big arms and round waists are enough, you don't need such a big battle.

It wasn't until Truman saw the pottery screen in the center of the basement illuminated by many candles that he felt relieved, probably because he was suspicious.

"When I heard that you were not going to cut, but complete the translation, I thought that this translation work would be done by you." Little Habs said to the workshop owner, "I didn't expect you to bring students here."

"I'm lazy ~ how can I do it myself?" The master of the workshop took out her red jade pipe from nowhere, and took a puff leisurely.

"Furthermore, the non-divided translation was proposed by Trument, and Anton needs to divide it twice..." the owner of the workshop said again.

Little Habs looked approvingly, and then looked at Truman, the smile on his face became more cordial and brilliant, obviously wanting to praise Truman greatly.

"I don't need to divide either!" Anton raised his voice suddenly, his face flushed, obviously he couldn't bear the result that he was promoted to Extraordinary, and he was not as good as Truman in terms of 'calling price'.

"Great~ All kinds of materials and tools are available here." Little Habs applauded, and pointed to the small tables on both sides of the pottery screen, "Then I will wait for the good results of the two of you."

"Well, work hard~" The owner of the workshop also encouraged, and then the two left hand in hand, chatting and laughing all the way, Little Habs was full of compliments, and the owner of the workshop laughed coquettishly.

Although the two left, the three waiters wearing red gloves stayed behind, standing near the screen, protecting the precious spirit carrier.

Hey... Truman suddenly felt something was wrong.

If both he and Anton felt that the translation could be completed in one go, and there was no need to divide the screen, wouldn’t it be possible for them to work together? Counting Lilith, they just became a three-person team?
"Anton, I think we can..."

"Untouchables don't deserve to talk to me!"

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Work begins.

The first is to clear the field.

The reason why the Potion Workshop's translation workshop is in the shape of a grid is to reduce the interference of others. Once there are more than three people in the working environment, the spiritual text will be incomprehensible.

If Truman and Anton each had team members other than Lilith, they would have to take turns to use this carrier. Now there are just three of them, and they can work at the same time.

Working at the same time, but not a group of people, the translation progress cannot be shared.

This reminds Truman of a saying called 'Take off your pants and fart'.

If they were in a group, the work would be more assured, but neither the master of the workshop nor the little Baron Habs wanted to facilitate this, which was obviously a bit weird.

Once you start working, though, those thoughts are gone.

In order to clear the field, the red gloves turned around. Truman thought they should leave more, but it was probably to protect the spirit carrier.

Between the two tables, the pottery screen was brought down, Anton and Lilith stood on each side, and began to remove the dust on the screen with a brush, revealing the mysterious handwriting covered in dust.

A competition-like translation of 'sequential words' has begun.

As Lilith injects mercury into one of the glyphs, the handwriting appears.

Truman spread out the parchment, dipped the quill pen with black graphite juice, and began to transcribe these mysterious words full of spirituality stroke by stroke.

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