ghost on paper

Chapter 17 The Red Gloves
indeed.

Judging from the 'skills' shown by Anton, the two 'skills' acquired by the 'scholar' sequence at the first level of extraordinary really helped a lot in translating spiritual texts.

The technique of 'recording' can break the principle that 'continuous words' cannot be memorized for more than 12 hours, which is great, not to mention the translation accelerator of 'copying'.

Extraordinary second-order Extraordinary not only has the upper limit of "share" several times higher than that of ordinary apprentices, but also has cheating "skills". It's no wonder that Baron Habs doesn't pay much attention to Truman.

Lilith also felt hopeless, she explained this to Truman, just to make Truman give up too, don't waste precious 'share' and time, admit that she can't finish this job.

"We divide the work, you do the writing, and I will translate." Truman said.

what?
Lilith looked at Truman, and saw that Truman was staring at Anton's desk. Now Anton was writing furiously, and those mysterious spiritual scripts were written by him like ordinary characters.

Anton didn't even choose to try to write on the parchment before transcribing, but directly transcribed on a whole piece of paper.

The 'spiritual tide' is emerging along with Anton's handwriting, and bursts of white light spread slightly like tides. This translation method is bold and advanced that Truman and Lilith have never seen before.

While speaking, Anton had already finished writing the second word.

This is too fast.

It should be yesterday's translation result recorded by the 'record' technique.

Because the other side of the "copy" tentacles are still writing the first word on the pottery screen.

"Go!" Truman urged Lilith.

Well... After all, Lilith is a member of Truman's team. If Truman still wants to try, Lilith feels that she still has to help him.

So Lilith began to brush the characters with a small brush and mercury, and Truman began to frown and recall every five-character quatrain he had recited on Earth.

Maybe there is no chance to try again, today is the last chance.

Seeing Anton's appearance, he was full of confidence to solve this super long "continuous word" at once, and Truman didn't want to lose.

……

Habsburg five floors.

Precious and rare glass constitutes a viewing platform space, which can overlook most of the city.

A roaring fireplace keeps the place warm like spring.

The owner of the workshop elegantly holds a precious tea utensil from the East, drinking the fragrant tea made from fresh milk and tea leaves.

Little Baron Habs sat on one side, also had a teacup in front of him, but his mind was not there.

"I am very grateful to Habsburg for helping me solve this trouble." The owner of the workshop said, "Although it is the content of the agreement, I will remember the wholehearted help of the little Baron Habsburg."

"Father promised to help you solve all the troubles in the operation of the Potion Workshop, and the Habs family never broke their promise." Baron Habs said, "But are you so sure that your students will definitely lose control?"

"If he doesn't get out of control, wouldn't you have obtained the key long spirit text you need in your promotion materials~" The owner of the workshop showed a slightly mischievous smile, which made her look more beautiful and lively.

Little Baron Habs stared at the smile of the workshop owner, with a hint of greed in his eyes, but he immediately concealed it.

"Indeed, you have mastered the potion formula of the legendary 'Conspirator' sequence, and the potion you make with it must be the most powerful, and it can also become the most powerful legendary 'Conspirator'." Xiaoha Baron Booth compliments the workshop owner.

"Your students may not be able to understand that the reason why a potion master is powerful is not because of how many spiritual texts he can translate, but because he has enough and powerful potion formulas."

Heh~ The master of the workshop smiled, as if he was very happy because of this compliment.

"With the red gloves, you don't have to worry. If your students lose control and become monsters, they will be executed on the spot." Baron Habs said courteously, and tried again: "You, as a legendary trainee Soul Master, can you easily deal with an out-of-control Transcendent Tier [-] monster?"

"I don't want to participate in the battle." The workshop owner's voice and posture are delicate, "I don't want to dirty my potion workshop."

Whether he doesn't want to or can't... Little Baron Habs's eyes are full of mysterious exploration.

……

White light diffuses in the basement.

The supernatural phenomenon from the 'spiritual tide' fills the entire underground space wave after wave like a sea tide.

The central point of the tide is Anton.

By 14 o'clock in the afternoon, Anton had translated nearly 10 spiritual texts, and the ten superpositions of "continuous words" made the "spiritual tides" continuous, and the scale was astonishing.

The invisible but weighty tide of light has already soaked the ankles of everyone present, as if there is really a small lake here.

Faced with this abnormality, those waiters wearing red gloves can still remain as still as a mountain, without even turning their heads, which makes Truman admire the quality of these workers.

As for Truman, they have already completed 3 spirit texts, which are quite a lot in normal times and are something to be proud of, but at this moment they are like leftovers, not worth being happy at all.

Lilith stood still and struggled to write in the "spiritual tide" triggered by Anton, showing a little despair and helplessness.

But in fact, Truman is already a little sure. He feels that as long as there are 1 or 2 more words, he can be sure.

"Lilith! Hold on tight! We can win!" Truman shouted at Lilith.

The spread of the 'spiritual tide' gave everyone present the illusion that the room was loud, but in fact it was silent.

Truman's shout suddenly appeared like thunder, making everyone want to take a look at him.

Lilith really looked at Truman, her eyes were a little dazed, while Anton's blood-red eyes were full of contempt. The other three red gloves didn't look back. Once they turned back, the whole translation work was ruined.

The three women in the red gloves, the one known by Truman as 'Xia Yan', squatted down at this moment, touching the ground with their palms.

Where she touches, the slate is turning into steel, and cracks are quietly extending...

The timing was wrong, Xia Yan stood up again, and shook her head to her two 'colleagues'.

……

"The red gloves are directly under the management of the Holy See. The Habs family can mobilize them, but they cannot order them. Therefore, if your students don't turn into monsters, they won't make a move."

"I am very much afraid that he will be a danger to you in the future," said little Baron Hobs.

"Translate a 20-character 'continuous word', which is composed of his incomplete Transcendent second-order sequence, and must use up his 'share'. If he is still not crazy at that time, it proves that he is still a human being, and You don’t need to worry about it,” said the workshop owner.

"You are very considerate. In addition, I also ordered the red gloves to protect your other student as much as possible." Little Baron Habs said.

"I didn't expect that he would still come, he is such a stubborn little guy." The workshop owner shook his head, "Translating the 20-character Chang Lingwen is not as difficult as he can imagine, and he probably wants to get this reward too much. "

"That's right, the stubborn, poor and poor little guy." Baron Habs' tone was casually sarcasm.

(End of this chapter)