Under the light, Lin Sheng looked solemn. He lowered his head and carefully read the words that he had just translated.
He then repeatedly checked the dictionary to see if he had made a mistake.
He checked three times in a row amid the sound of flipping pages. He was sure that he did not make any mistake.
"If this is really a Handbook of Swordsmanship, then the book that I saw in my dream …" Lin Sheng was shocked.
He still remembered the dense and clear words on the book, with almost no repetition.
If that was true …
He suddenly felt a strong sense of curiosity from the bottom of his heart.
"That was clearly a dream. How could it be? How could it be?! "Lin Sheng pursed his lips and lowered his head to quickly translate the next paragraph.
There were two paragraphs of words that he had memorized. The front was the cover, and the back was a small paragraph of words at the bottom right. He did not know what it was for.
Soon, he compared the dictionary and translated the rest of the meaning of the words with great difficulty.
Fortunately, Gourenne was not difficult. There were many experts in this field in the country. Lin Sheng was glad that he could buy a dictionary so easily.
After translating, he picked up the paper and shook it. He placed it flat on the table. His expression changed.
"What is this …"
Lin Sheng had a complicated look on his face.
He was now a hundred percent sure that there was something wrong with his dream.
On the white paper on the table, the words were clearly written in black on a white background.
"Level 2 Swordsman, Ravel's Handbook."
"Level 2 Swordsman … What is this …" Lin Sheng felt that his view of the world had been overturned.
He was silent for a while. He quickly crumpled the translated paper into a ball and got up to open the door.
The living room was dark. His parents were not home yet.
He took a deep breath, walked quickly to the kitchen, and wet the ball of paper with the tap.
Amidst the sound of water, Lin Sheng watched as the words in the ball of paper became blurred and soaked. Finally, it turned into a faint black, and nothing could be seen.
He threw the soaked paper into the bin, dried his hands, left the kitchen, and returned to the bedroom.
Without washing up, Lin Sheng took off his clothes and socks and got into bed.
He was eager to test it out. He wanted to go back to yesterday's dream and memorize some of the content. He wanted to see if the book could really be read.
And that nightmare from before … Would it continue today?
"I hope I can enter that dream again …" Lin Sheng was looking forward to it.
He no longer had the fear from before. He closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and emptied his mind.
Time ticked by.
Lin Sheng's consciousness started to blur. In his daze, he seemed to hear the front door of the living room open with a key, and someone walked in.
There was no sound, no other movement.
Soon, footsteps came from the hallway, and then his bedroom door was pushed open.
Someone stood at the bedroom door and stared at him for a moment. He could clearly feel that the person was standing at the door, looking at him with an inexplicable gaze.
"Is it Dad and Mom?" Lin Sheng guessed in a daze.
But soon, he didn't even know when the other party had left. His consciousness fell into a deep sleep.
…
…
In a gloomy manor.
Lin Sheng stood quietly in the hall. Beside him was a fireplace with a half-human head. In front of him was a rectangular dining table covered with a tattered tablecloth.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked around.
"I … I'm back again??"
Lin Sheng found it hard to believe.
He thought he would have the same nightmare as before, and he was prepared to fight against that nightmare.
But he didn't expect that he would come here again.
"This place, what is …!?" Lin Sheng searched through all his memories, but he couldn't find any information about this manor.
"Logically speaking, dreams should be places that I've seen before. Many dreams are made up of scenery, people, things, and other elements that I've seen before. But now, I don't feel any familiarity with this place at all … "Lin Sheng frowned.
He looked down at himself.
He was still wearing a long gray undershirt. This was what he wore before he went to bed.
"Even the thread that was hung out has been restored?" Lin Sheng raised his right hand. A thin thread was hooked out at the elbow of his shirt. It was perfectly displayed here.
He paused for a moment. Then, he decisively strode toward the direction of the study.
He had visited all the other places in this manor. Now, he was most interested in the study, especially the book that was open on the table.
Quickly opening the wooden door, Lin Sheng quickly returned to the study that he had left last time.
The furnishings in the study were the same as before.
Two mahogany bookshelves were filled with books. A short wooden table was piled with a stack of books, a candlestick, and an open tome.
Lin Sheng walked closer and sat in front of the short table. He lowered his head and carefully read the contents of the book.
The densely packed words and pictures were very clear.
"So real … it's like I'm not dreaming." Lin Sheng's heart trembled.
To make sure that he wasn't dreaming, he reached out to pinch the corner of the wooden table.
The feeling was still the same as before. It was as if it was wrapped in a very thick cotton cloth. He couldn't feel the sharpness of the edge at all.
However, what surprised him was that the feeling of the test this time was much more realistic and exquisite than the feeling in his previous dreams.
"…" Withdrawing his hand, Lin Sheng focused his attention on the book in front of him again.
The large chunks of Gourenne text gave him a headache.
"My memory isn't that good. I can only remember a little bit at a time. If this goes on, how long will it take to finish reading a page?" Lin Sheng was speechless.
After thinking about it, he decided to ignore everything else for now. He would translate it bit by bit. Maybe he would become proficient as he flipped through it?
"Looks like I'll have to go back to my old profession." In his previous life, he was engaged in the field of ancient language translation.
Fortunately, the status of Gourenne in this world was equivalent to the status of Ancient English on Earth. Although it was more obscure, it was still relatively easy to roughly translate the meaning.
Lin Sheng was very proficient in this field.
"I'll just take it as learning another foreign language. If this book can really be read … "
The anticipation and curiosity in Lin Sheng's heart gushed out like a spring.
He was really, really curious.
What exactly was recorded in this ancient book in his dream?
Could it really be like what was written on the cover, about ancient swordsmanship?
Moreover, if this book could be read, then wouldn't he be able to translate and read all the other books on the bookshelf?
Lin Sheng's heart felt like there were countless ants crawling on it. It was numb and itchy.
After making up his mind, he started to memorize the contents of the first page of the book.
That book was also the one he memorized the last time. This time, he flipped to the first page and carefully looked inside.
Time passed slowly.
With the help of an unknown light source, Lin Sheng repeatedly memorized the small paragraph on the first page.
It was extremely difficult to memorize an entire paragraph of ancient language without knowing the meaning of the content.
However, Lin Sheng was in this field in his previous life. He was very experienced. Soon, he memorized the entire paragraph on the first page according to his own technique.
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