When the magic apprentice gave the old parchment to Dalton again, Dalton had to seriously consider the authenticity of the matter even though he thought it was a joke.
The parchment was filled with the air of antiquity, and the words on it made Dalton feel even more respectful.
They were Ancient Elvish.
There were only three people in the entire Kingdom of Hollevin who knew Ancient Elvish.
Two of them were in other territories, and only one was in the capital.
Touching the parchment, Dalton grew excited. He turned around and said to the magic apprentice, "Come with me to Master Irvin's manor."
The magic apprentice was overjoyed. "As you wish."
After getting on the carriage and preparing some simple but not extravagant gifts, Dalton went to visit Master Irvin.
Although Irvin wasn't a professional, he was a member of the nobles.
In this dark feudal society, only the nobles and the descendants of the big merchants were qualified to read.
Normal people couldn't afford the tuition fee of one gold coin for a hundred words.
Arriving at the wealthy district in the north of the city and finding a medium-sized manor, Dalton got off the carriage and introduced himself to the guard of the manor.
Very soon, the guard came out with a butler.
The middle-aged butler politely invited Dalton and the magic apprentice into the manor.
Then, Dalton saw an old man with a white beard in a side hall of the manor.
The side hall was essentially Irvin's research room. It was quite spacious, but there were bookshelves everywhere, all of which were filled with books.
They were made of parchment, papyrus, or … the extremely precious white books from the elves.
It made the room smell weird.
But Dalton didn't care. Nobody cared.
In their words, it was the smell of knowledge.
Irvin was studying something before a big desk that was piled with messy books and papers.
Hearing the noise, he raised his head. His white beard didn't seem to match his slim body.
"Welcome to my research institute, Mr. Dalton." Irvin stood up and slightly bowed. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Dalton smiled. "I just want to have a chat with Mr. Irvin."
Naturally, Irvin didn't believe him.
He was a minor noble, and it was because of his outstanding knowledge that he was looked up to by the greater nobles.
But it was just a glance.
Unless they encountered something they didn't understand, these nobles or big shots wouldn't come to his oddly smelly research room.
After all, he rarely even received invitations to banquets.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Dalton, but I still have important research to read. If it's just a casual chat, I'm afraid I can't fulfill your wish."
Looking at the skinny Irwin, Dalton said with a smile, "There is indeed something. These are the ancient elven books that my subordinates got their hands on. Please translate them for me."
Elwin was pleasantly surprised. "An ancient elven book! Give it to me, give it to me."
His words were filled with excitement.
Dalton handed over the ancient parchment book.
Elwin hurriedly flipped it open, his old eyes shining brightly.
"It is indeed the Ancient Elven language, but there are many rare words that I don't recognize."
"It's the biography of a female general called Cocoyala? Hmm … I think I've heard this name before. "
"Wait, the second half of the content changed."
Page by page, Irwin's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
"The second half is about the life of an elf captain. Hmm … He was promoted to the captain of rangers?"
"Hiss. Magic equipment with powerful special abilities?"
"A necklace?"
"I feel that I've read it somewhere before."
Irwin scratched his head anxiously. "There are so many rare words. They're giving me a headache. Mr. Dalton, can you leave the book with me for a while? I'll give it to you after I finish translating it. "
"No problem." Dalton nodded and was about to leave.
At this moment, he was already half convinced.
"Wait. I remember it now. "
Irwin slapped his thigh and jumped to his feet. Then, he ran to a bookshelf and rummaged through it. Eventually, he opened a book that was also made of parchment.
The book looked very old too.
Irwin opened it softly. It was written in Ancient Elven, too.
"In this book, a female general named Cocoyala bestowed her favorite magic equipment, the Mind-Calming Necklace, to a captain of rangers. It seems that the two books are closely related. Mr. Dalton, can you give me the book so that I can study it for a while?"
"That's not a problem."
Dalton nodded and left with the magic apprentices.
Elwin was engrossed in studying the ancient elven books he had just obtained.
Late at night.
After supper, he returned to his bedroom. Hardly had he entered when he saw a young man in a black robe sitting inside.
Irwin was not scared, not even nervous. He slowly walked to the young man and sat down.
"You're a good actor, old man."
Irwin chuckled. "Anyone who has lived for more than seventy years can act well."
"As a matter of fact, Dalton came back three hours ago and observed you with Secondary Invisibility. I noticed him, but I dared not approach him recklessly."
The man in the black robe was Husseret.
It was not easy to assassinate an archmage who was not well-versed in trigger-type force field spells. Husseret was only able to discover Dalton from a distance because he was adept at stealth, which was better than Secondary Stealth, and because a Rogue's anti-stealth abilities weren't weak.
However, it was impossible for him to assassinate Dalton. The gap between them was too huge, and any reckless action would only alert the enemy.
Irwin smiled. "I guessed it."
That was why Irwin had been staying in his lab, as if he were fascinated by the new book.
"This is the reward we promised."
Thirty gold coins were placed on the table.
Old Irwin nodded.
Then Husseret jumped out of the window and disappeared without a trace in midair.
Most Rogue players chose to add points to the professions such as Stealth, Treasure Hunting, Thieving, Looting, Trapdoor Detection, Lockpicking, etc.
But Husseret was different. He added points to the professions such as Stealth, Enhanced Stealth, Anti-Stealth, Enhanced Anti-Stealth, Trap Detection, Trap Dismantling, Eloquence, etc.
He walked in the dark all the way, and few people could see him.
It was not until he left the city, came to the woods, and approached the small stone house that he was spotted by the dragoness Margret.
The eyes of dragons were born with the function of True Vision. Most stealth spells, no matter how good they were, couldn't fool the eyes of dragons.
Only the God of Shadow's Enhanced Stealth, which was enhanced with divinity, could not be discovered by dragons from thirty meters away.
Margret simply glanced at Husseret and ignored him.
The second person to discover Husseret was Andonara. She was a high-level Great Swordsman, and with the enhancement of Listen, she could also detect Husseret within ten meters.
The last one was Roland.
Roland's mental power field had a radius of about five meters when he was completely relaxed, and he could barely detect Husseret.
Then, Husseret suddenly appeared in front of them.
None of F6 was frightened, but the Brazilian contract black panther was so frightened that it jumped three points back on the spot, arching its body and roaring nonstop.
Then, under Brazil's comfort, it gradually relaxed.
Husseret took the skewers that Betta handed to him with a strange expression. "Roasted locusts?"
Betta nodded quickly. "Yes, yes, they're delicious."
Betta had been harming the little creatures in the woods in the past few days, roasting whatever he caught.
But they were all quite delicious. There was no telling where he got so many seasonings.
Husseret shook his head helplessly and took a bite of the roasted locusts. They were crispy, fragrant, and had a faint smell of burning oil.
Roland ate the roasted rabbit and asked, "How's the situation?"
"The bait has been set," Husseret said with a smile. "The enemy is also very interested. Now, we just need to let him see the bait."
Andonara, who was eating the skewers like a lady, asked, "Will Dalton send someone to check on the situation?"
"He's a cautious man. Of course he will."
"But there are no tomb guards in that cave, and none of us is capable of dark magic." Andonara looked around.
Husseret said with a smile, "It doesn't matter, as long as his men see the equipment and come out of the cave."
F6 immediately understood what Husseret was trying to do.
Andonara, on the other hand, thought for a moment before she realized what was going on.
It was obvious that they were smarter than each other.
Margret, on the other hand, had been eating skewers without any reaction. She was the smallest of them in her human form, but she ate the most.
She had eaten at least fifteen kilograms of roasted locusts from morning to afternoon.
She still looked as if she hadn't had enough.
She had caught so many bugs on her own.
She was the kind of person who couldn't stop after eating once.
At this moment, in the headquarters of the Association of Mages, a magic apprentice rushed into Dalton's study and said breathlessly, "Chairman, the mercenaries are gone. I asked at the city gate, and they left the city in a hurry."
"It seems that they've realized that we might rob them." Dalton nodded. "Don't worry, I've sent someone to follow them."
The magic apprentice was greatly relieved.
As the chairman of the Association of Mages, Dalton could naturally mobilize a lot of people for his convenience.
He had planted his own men among the city gate guards. They were so well-hidden that Antis couldn't find them at all.
If it was true, there would be a result soon.
Very soon, it was evening. The middle-aged butler of Irwin asked to meet him with a new translation.
According to the ancient elvish language, the necklace that Cocoyala gave to the captain of the rangers was epic equipment. It could store a lot of magic power in the necklace, which could be retrieved for use when needed.
Rangers needed a lot of magic power?
But Dalton immediately realized that the elves were natural-born magic people. They could use magic to a certain extent no matter what class they were.
If the elves thought that magic power was abundant, human beings would think that it was enormous. Could it be stored?
At this moment, the spy that he planted at the city gate came to him and said in a hurry, "Chairman, they're having an internal strife. The magic equipment is real. It's truly impressive."
Dalton stood up abruptly and said anxiously, "Tell me the details."
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