I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 63 The Dark Forest

Hey!

I was about to see the crucial content, how did it suddenly disappear?

This kind of pain was all too familiar to Wilder, who had been single for a long time in his previous life.

"The association has already included it? Really?" he muttered.

"Yes, this happens occasionally."

Fina chimed in, "The Mage Association has a department that specializes in collecting and deciphering ancient books, and since ancient books often have rubbings, it's normal for them to be duplicated."

"Since it's repeated, the association must have figured out the meaning of each character."

Wilder asked, puzzled, "Shouldn't that be more of a topic of discussion? This is an opportunity to improve all mages' ability to decipher ancient texts."

"This one?"

Fina narrowed her eyes. "The essence of the mage activity is that participants learn from each other and provide the association with information on ancient scripts and deciphering strategies, for which the association will provide rewards as appropriate."

"But it's not a classroom where the association teaches monks about ancient scripts."

"As Leonard just said, this is an era where magic is open, but it is by no means an era where magic is free."

She smiled at Wilder, who seemed puzzled. "Like ancient Elvish language and rare high-level spells, only those who become apprentices of archmages in the guild have the opportunity to come into contact with them."

"But a monk without a teacher can only rely on his own exploration, and how much he can comprehend depends entirely on luck."

Wilder nodded.

Good heavens, isn't this academic monopoly?

Although this world has added swords and magic, the logic that operates is not much different from the world before.

Power remains in the hands of a small number of people.

In Ironweave Town, adventurers, thanks to their generous quest rewards, already enjoy a living standard far exceeding that of lumberjacks and farmers.

But in the eyes of some mages in the association, they are probably just laborers who risk their lives for money.

……

The event continues.

Next, two ancient book sharers took to the stage and brought mysterious texts that amazed the entire audience.

But in Wilder's eyes, they were respectively a recipe from a monster tribe and a lyrical essay written by an unknown minor race.

In short, none of them are of much value.

As another surge of magical energy swept across the entire area, the woman in the dark brown robe stepped onto the platform for the last time.

"Everyone, this Dharma Master event has now come to an end. Thank you all for sharing and discussion."

"We will verify valuable content one by one and issue rewards as appropriate to thank you for your wisdom and erudition as a Dharma Master."

See you next time, everyone!

Fina closed the notebook with satisfaction. Except for the line of ancient Elvish language that suddenly disappeared in the middle, she had copied down all the text on the tattered scroll stroke by stroke.

We're in for a busy period ahead!

She had to study a frank sex diary, a nauseating recipe, and a nonsensical essay.

Wilder couldn't remind her, which made his conscience uneasy, but at the same time he found it very amusing.

"Let's go back. The portal back to Ironweave Town should be open by now."

Fina got up to leave.

"Miss Fina," Wilder stopped her and asked, "May I sign up for the paper sharing session we just looked at?"

"Would you like to come up on stage and share your thoughts?"

"Hmm, I'd like to try."

Wilder wore a rather sincere expression, like a greenhorn eager to show off, "And sharing documents can also encourage me to read more books."

And take the reward of twenty gold coins.

This trip was definitely worth it!

【linguist】

Awesome!

"Great, it's good to have ambition."

Fina nodded in satisfaction, feeling that Wilder had taken another step closer to the path of the Scriveners.

"I'll take you to register now. Hurry up, the portal won't last long."

"good!"

Fina led Wilde out of the venue and down the corridor to a smooth walnut door.

Just as she was about to raise her hand to knock on the door, it was pushed open from the inside, and she was met with a slightly familiar, slender face.

It's the half-elf mage who just shared the fragments of the ancient Elvish language.

Although half-elves are naturally aloof, they usually pay great attention to etiquette. He nodded to Fina with a slight apology.

Wilder noticed a subtle hint of disappointment flickering in his eyes.

Thinking about why he was there, he seemed to understand something.

It can't be...

The half-elf walked past him and headed down the corridor toward the exit.

After hesitating for a moment, Wilder turned around and chased after him.

"Hello, my name is Wilder, and I'm from Ironweave Town," he greeted.

The half-elf paused, his voice tinged with coldness: "Loss. Did you need something from me?"

"Well, this may be a bit presumptuous, but I'd like to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"You just asked the association about the meaning of the fragment you shared, right?"

Wilder paused for a moment, then asked, "Could you tell me what it means?"

Why are you asking this?

A hint of wariness appeared in Los's narrow eyes.

"That's right. I'm quite knowledgeable about writing systems. I was very interested in the ancient Elvish language you just heard and would like to understand its meaning."

Los looked Wilder up and down; judging from his attire, he didn't seem like a linguist of any importance.

Seeing his doubt, Wilde immediately uttered a sentence in Elvish:

"(I'm not lying to you, I have completely mastered Elvish)"

Los paused for a moment, then nodded: "(I understand)"

"The tattered scroll was left by my father, and I shouldn't have told anyone about it."

He sighed softly, "But it's alright to tell you now."

"This is troublesome," Wilder replied.

"The association has already explained the meaning of the fragment to me."

He said, word by word, "The content is that [Snow Spring Orchid can heal severe injuries left by monster bites, with effects surpassing those of concocted healing potions], but unfortunately, this plant went extinct more than a decade ago."

Wilder was stunned for a moment.

The contents of that tattered scroll are definitely not this!

[The structure of these techniques is for beginners...]

How could something that's clearly related to the structure of magic have turned into Snow Orchid?

Clearly, the association had given the naive half-elf the wrong message.

But why would they do that?

A mistake?

still is……

"Are you listening?" Los asked. "If there's nothing else, I'm leaving."

"Thank you for sharing."

Wilder said gratefully, "If I make any discoveries in the future, I will share them with you."

"Um."