Sitting in the rocking carriage, Roland opened the system memo and cast Language Proficiency on himself. Then, he began to translate the book he had just recorded and recorded it into another text. Since it was just a simple translation and recording, with some proofreading, it wasn't very difficult.
In less than fourteen hours, he had finished translating the book.
During the translation process, he also read the book from beginning to end.
The author of this book was a bard. In his later years, he wrote legends that he believed to be true history into this book.
Because this world itself lacked historical inheritance, Hollevin, for example, had no official historian at all.
Therefore, a lot of history was passed down by word of mouth.
As it was passed down, the content changed, and the longer it was passed down, the greater the change.
So, there were a lot of contradictions in this book, especially the ancient elven text.
In particular, only two of the Ancient Elven Inscriptions were meaningful, while the rest were Elven sacrificial words and blessings.
This bard didn't understand ancient elven. He just copied the ancient elven text that he thought was important and might be related to a certain legend.
However, there was still a mistake. He had actually guessed two of them correctly.
He had found these Elven Inscriptions in some ruins.
After Roland finished translating, he turned the translation into a translation book and posted it on the forum.
"I've finished translating the 'book' needed for the main quest. I wonder if you can trigger it."
Roland's ID on the forum had been verified and was extremely conspicuous. Very soon, the post became a hot topic.
Many replies were posted below.
"Yes, yes, yes. Thank you, Master Mage Roland."
"Wait, I haven't even finished the main quest of the prologue, and I can trigger it?"
"Me too! Is there a bug in the quest system? "
"It shouldn't be a bug. Maybe the prologue of the quest is just a guide for beginners. It's not too important."
"Maybe this is where the main quest really begins?"
"Why are all the main quests related to ancient elven? Isn't this clearly asking Roland to do quests? I'm not happy."
"Maybe even the developers didn't expect that someone could learn Language Proficiency so quickly. It's said that it's a spell after level ten. I have a Mage friend who still hasn't learned Language Proficiency, let alone Literacy. If he didn't have Roland, he would have to find an expert who knew Ancient Elvish if he wanted to accept the main quest. It was one thing if he couldn't find one, but it was another if he was willing to run around and translate for you after he found one. Logically speaking, the main quest should be very difficult, but Roland made it very easy.
"Are you trying to say that knowledge changes life?"
"I'm not happy. I was crushed by the pay-to-win bigshot when I played normal computer games. I was crushed by my intelligence when I played this game. I could still retort that I was being crushed by a pay-to-win tycoon, "So what if you're rich? But if I'm crushed by my IQ, I can't say that I'm amazing because I have a high IQ … Wouldn't that make me look like I have an extremely low IQ? '
"Hahahaha, upstairs, I understand. I sympathize with you."
Seeing that the translated text could trigger quests for the players, Roland was relieved.
Then, the coachman's hoarse voice came from the driver's seat, "Master, we've arrived."
Roland jumped off the carriage and saw the magnificent city wall in the sunlight.
The gate of the capital was large, at least much larger than that of Delpon.
At the gate, caravans and travelers came and went in an endless stream, and a dozen heavily armed guards stood in front of and behind the gate, looking solemn.
And at the arrow mound above the gate, there was also a team of archers looking down covetously. Farther away from the city wall, two or three teams could be seen patrolling.
After Roland got off the carriage, he gave the coachman a silver coin.
Then he walked to the city gate.
As he approached, more and more people noticed him.
There was even a commotion in the queue to enter the city. Many people wanted to see the Mage coming and subconsciously wanted to make way.
Then, a soldier in full heavy armor, who looked like a heavy-armored swordsman, came up to greet him.
He stopped about three meters away from Roland and then said, "Mr. Mage, hello."
Most Mages didn't like others to get too close to them, especially physical classes. That was why the soldier was standing far away when he spoke.
Roland also stopped, looked at him up and down for a moment, and said, "Hello, what can I do for you?"
"Sir, you look unfamiliar. This must be your first time in the capital." The soldier's head and face were wrapped in a thick knight's helmet. Only his eyes had an opening, and one could barely see that his eyes were blue. "Although this is very impolite, I still want to ask, what is your reason for coming to King's City?"
"Do I have to tell you?" Roland was slightly curious.
Many people around them, almost all of them looked at them. Seeing that the atmosphere seemed to be changing in a bad direction, some people subconsciously moved further away.
The soldier's voice was even deeper. "I hope you can give me a reason. After all, this is the capital."
"I'm here to look for someone." Roland sighed.
"Who are you looking for?"
Roland said, "Young Bard."
"What's your name, sir?"
"Roland."
Then, the soldier turned around and said to the soldier next to him, "Ride to Bard's house and ask Bard to come and pick him up."
The soldier immediately shouted, "Got it." Then, he quickly climbed onto the horse next to him and rushed to the city.
The soldier looked at Roland again. Then, he took off his helmet and said, "Sorry, there's been some minor trouble in the capital recently, caused by spellcasters. Now, foreign spellcasters are not allowed to enter the city without a guarantor. "
So that's why … Then, Roland was stunned.
The soldier who took off his helmet looked quite handsome.
He had ear-length short hair, a small nose, big eyes, and light pink lips. At first glance, his first impression was that he was a girl, but Roland immediately saw that he had an Adam's apple.
Well, was he a girl?
Although it was a little strange, and the soldier's appearance was indeed good enough, even comparable to Vivian's, Roland still felt that Schuck was much more handsome.
Schuck was a special kind of handsome man who was obviously also very beautiful and had the characteristics of a girl, but you would never treat him as a girl.
Also, even if you didn't look at his face, just looking at his back, Schuck gave the impression that he was handsome from the bones.
Essentially, it was beyond common sense.
So, Roland was only slightly surprised before he calmed down.
Then, Roland asked, "May I know what exactly happened in the capital?"
There was some wariness in the soldier's eyes. "Are you very interested?"
"I just want to know what happened, in case I get unlucky when I enter the city."
The soldier chuckled, even more like a woman. "That's fine, I can tell you. Last night, a spellcaster kidnapped the queen. "
After a brief silence, Roland's jaw almost dropped in shock.
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