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"Grandpa Deer Horn, I believe linguistics also depends on talent, and as a respected elder, I'm sure you wouldn't judge by mere appearances, lest you miss an opportunity to solve the problem."
Deer Horn Vander was stunned, somewhat surprised.
"You actually understand Ancient Elf Language, where did you learn it from?"
This...
Lin Suo couldn't possibly say he learned the common Elf Language and then suddenly knew the Ancient Elf Language.
"A Wizard taught me."
"I see."
Deer Horn nodded, accepting the explanation. Wizards, synonymous with erudition.
He too was a Wizard of the Elf Clan, but with terribly low qualifications. Despite the elves' incredibly long lifespan, he hadn't broken through to become an official Wizard, only grinding over time to forcibly elevate himself to the status of a Peak Apprentice.
Actually, all Longevity Species share this problem.
Even those with excellent aptitude progress very slowly in cultivating Transcendent powers, unlike humans who advance rapidly.
"Well said, since you're confident and with little Valia's introduction, let's have you give it a try. If you succeed, I'll handle the Meditation Method for you."
"Thank you, Grandpa Deer Horn."
Deer Horn Vander glared.
"Kid, call me Branch Chairman Deer Horn."
Thick-skinned, the attempt to cozy up failed, Lin Suo tactfully modified his address without feeling embarrassed, and muttered inside,
"I didn't expect him to be the Branch Chairman."
Valia, that girl, her status shouldn't be underestimated.
The Nature Language family, just the name doesn't sound like just any ordinary family...
But, facing straightforward remarks without overreactive responses.
Only two possibilities exist: either the so-called translation work is very important to them, worth enduring, or they're genuinely kind, not minding that he is a thorn.
Pondering, Lin Suo followed the two to a Quiet Room on the fifth floor.
"Rhein kid, wait a moment."
Deer Horn Vander stepped out again, returning with a tray holding a large deep-colored tome.
Next to it, gloves, tweezers, a magnifying glass, notebooks, and pens were neatly prepared.
"Be careful while turning the pages."
"Understood."
Lin Suo, wearing the gloves, curiously began to study this ancient book.
The book cover was mostly decomposed, indiscernible in name and pattern.
The first page was also ragged, with signs of fire damage and worm holes, most of its writing separated, and missing descriptions in the middle, necessitating conjecture based on context.
"Is this the Royal Secret Language?!"
Lin Suo exclaimed inwardly. The Ancient Elf Clan was typically a matrilineal society, with only females in the Royal Family having inheritance rights.
Elves today, however, had reformed.
But they also lacked many of the powerful knowledge and powers passed down from before.
The Royal Secret Language, personally designed by the Elf Queen, was inherently encrypted, requiring direct descendants of the Queen who designed it for translation.
After so many years, the risk of losing it was immensely high.
Relying on a secret passed verbally between Queens made it too prone to loss.
Lin Suo had hacked it, he could decipher, but couldn't say!
The more he read, the more alarmed he became.
On the surface, he furrowed his brows and turned a few pages.
Initially, the content was quite normal, just an ordinary annal of history.
But later on.
All about pollution, corruption, the collapse of the mother tree... monsters... disasters, and so on.
If not for the severe damage, combined with the context, he probably could have guessed.
Lin Suo turned another page, his eyes lighting up, rarely was there a fully-intact page.
And it even recorded an Elf witchcraft.
First Rank Witchcraft [Plant Control], Witchcraft Model construction… steps for condensing a Magic Ring, methods to aid in cultivation... effects.
Developed by the Wild Roar family, possessing potential to control nature.
This is good.
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Although Lin Suo is not yet a Wizard, it does not prevent him from taking notes and copying them later to get started easily.
Just as he finished taking notes and was about to continue browsing,
Deer Horn Vander could not restrain himself anymore, and with his aged hands, he snatched the Secret Scripture away, his tone unfriendly.
"Kid, do you even understand what's written in there?"
Lin Suo shrugged.
If you orthodox Elves don't understand, how could I?!
But for the sake of achieving the side-effect-free Meditation Method, he still revealed some information.
After pondering for a moment, he spoke softly,
"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the legendary Royal Secret Language of the Elf King."
"Secret Language?"
Deer Horn and Valia exchanged looks, their eyes blank, clearly unaware of what he was talking about.
Lin Suo sighed.
Pointing to a symbol at the bottom right corner of the book cover, he explained,
"The Royal Family's mark, you recognize it, right?"
The old and the young nodded together.
"Look at the middle symbol, it's shifted by about twenty degrees from the normal Royal Family's mark."
"This represents a vanished Elf Royal Family."
"Who?"
Lin Suo, speechless, wondered whether he or they were truly a part of the Elf Clan, and reminded,
"Pay attention to the color of the mark and the curvature at the end of the symbol, what does it resemble?"
Valia murmured to herself,
"A pale mark... the curvature... it's like... the moon!"
"You mean, the Moon God Clan."
Lin Suo nodded in satisfaction, "Teachable indeed!"
"But... the Moon God Clan was annihilated by Wizards ninety thousand years ago because truth-upholding Wizards do not allow the existence of a deity."
"Even the Moon God fell at the hands of Wizards, let alone Elves that worshipped the Moon God..."
Ninety thousand years?
Lin Suo, incredulous, found it ridiculous that the book could have survived ninety thousand years.
The God was annihilated? Hmpf...
What! The God was annihilated!!
As far as he could swear, although his proficiency in linguistics surpassed most people, he really lacked detailed historical knowledge, only knowing that this symbol represented the Moon God Clan.
Regarding history, he needed more time.
No wonder there were hardly any beliefs in this world; they had all been annihilated by the powerful Wizards.
His brainstorming wasn't notable.
Only a few seconds had passed in the outside world.
Deer Horn took a deep breath, his voice trembling as he asked,
"Youth, the Moon God Clan has long been extinct, do you understand the language written here?"
Lin Suo decisively shook his head.
"No."
Deer Horn's face stiffened, demanding,
"Didn't you say it was the Secret Language of the Moon God Clan? How can you recognize it but not understand it?"
"Branch Chairman Deer Horn, if you return to the ancestral land and browse through books, you will recognize this symbol too."
"As for the Royal Family's Secret Language, it is passed down orally, and even among the same surname Royal Family, there are instances when errors cause complete distortion."
"Let me calculate."
"Starting from the annihilation of the Moon God Clan ninety thousand years ago, how many Royal Families have your Elf Clan changed?"
"Moon God Clan, Eternal Forest Clan, Sun Chaser Clan, Bloodthorn Clan, Wind Talker Clan, Night Son Clan..."
"Enough!"
Deer Horn, glaring, looked at Lin Suo who had somehow moved to the window to get some cool air, his anger uncontainable.
Lin Suo smiled, not afraid of stirring trouble. As a Language Master, the number of generations of Royal Family's Secret Languages he knew was distinctly clear.
"And now... the High Elf Clan!"
"Your Royal Family's Secret Language, apart from the direct bloodline, no one can understand."