TL: Next weekās update kind of depends on how many assignments Iām left with. I seem to be just barely ahead my schedule, but Iām almost certain my group project is about to come up next week. If this particular assignment does come up, I might have to stop TLing for a while, even there any sponsored chapters, so that I donāt drag my classmates down because I didnāt devote enough time. Iāll inform you guys again on Tuesday.
Chapter 32 ā Scholar
The first thing that Brendel saw when he entered Tulmanās house were manuscripts strewn all over the incredibly polished pine floor. When he turned to the left, he saw a thick book placed on a pedestal. The technology in this world was not advanced, and the papers that were made are considerably thick. They had to use leather skin with binding to lock it in place, thus making it bulky and cumbersome when transporting the books, and they easily spoiled too.
Even though the kingdom had a library as well as a royal academy, they were typically reserved for merchants, and ranked noblesā descendants. Most of the time, the commoners would rather send their children to various workshops and work as an apprentice.
Brendel walked up to the book and checked the contents quickly.
[Ancient languages. Tulman is actually studying them. Judging from his notes, he looks like heās studying the variants of the old Highland language used in Kirrlutz. Based on his notes, he seemed to have made a certain amount of progress. If I pass these notes to Batum or Freya, they will most likely treat them as scrap paper.]
Tulman finally stopped flipping through the books inside his house and went up to him.
āYoung man, where did you discover this language?ā Tulman finally found a obscure variant language that resembled Brendelās pronunciation from his related documents.
Tulman discovered that there were five ancient Kirrlutz tribes, and the weakest group amongst them was called Deronhi. Their language appeared to be greatly similar to the Blue Poemās word and the Kirrlutzās ancestors might have truly recorded down history.
Tulman have always suspected that the Kirrlutzās current citizens were not true descendants, but was unable to deny that the King of Flames, Gatel, had traits of the ancient Kirrlutzās race.
Brendel grinned but he did not answer.
Tulman pushed his spectacles up and he carried a huge book from the inner room and walked out. He sat down on a chair near the window and faced Brendel. He looked at the four of them, before opening the shelf next to the chair and took out a smoking pipe from the second drawer. He tapped the pipe on the table, and flames immediately lit the leaves in it, causing the smoke to rise up. (TL: I nearly wrote weed, lol.)
He put the pipe in his mouth and took a deep breath, puffed out smoke from his nostrils and said: āIt seems like you have something that you want, young man. State your request then. I must say you have succeeded in making these old bones interested.ā
He then placed the pipe onto an ash tray, and said with smoke coming out from his lips: āBut you have not won yet. Boy, even though I am already old, I have not gone senile yet. What exactly do you want to get from me if you only have a single word? You had better bring something that is of use.ā
The old manās words finally made Batum and Freya realize that Brendel was trying to make a transaction, but they did not know what exactly he wanted to do.
Romaine was fond of Brendelās calm attitude. Even though it sounded like the old man was being stubborn, he was already admitting defeat.
āIām a Highland knight. I require someone to invite me to the Scholarās Circle, and my squireās mentor told me come here as well as what I should do. This is how it really is, Ser Tulman.ā Brendel decided to squeeze everything he could from the fake identity. If one was to look at it from a certain point of view, he was not lying.
In the rules of the Highland, the wizard apprenticeās mentor had the responsibilities of teaching the knight as well. Brendel believed that Tulman knew many of the wizards in the Black Tower, and would not reveal himself as a fake Highland Knight.
Tulman placed one arm on the armrest as he inhaled from the pipe again and sank into deep thought. He was thinking of which one of his old acquaintances sent this troublesome man to him. Even though he was not a powerful wizard, he was a great scholar and well known alchemist, high famed amongst the wizards. His friends and enemies were all over Vaunte, and he had difficulty guessing who it was that played a joke on him.
But in the end, he thought that recommending a newcomer to the Scholarās Circle was not a big issue, and looking at Brendelās performance, he would not cause him to lose any face.
So Tulman grabbed a parchment and placed it on the table, picked up a quill nearby and wrote something on it. Then he rolled it up and placed it into an envelop, dripped wax on it and stamped his seal onto it.
He raised his head up.
āIāll recommend you to Earl Panos to learn from him for a while and you will know how we do things. He might be an old-fashioned person, but heās a very good teacher, what do you think?ā
āPerfect.ā Brendel answered.
[So much negotiation and so much of my performance, just to save a few hundred Tor for registration in that place? I canāt take this lying down!]
He decided to try and put more work into it. He walked up and grabbed the letter with his fingers.
āSer Tulman, about that word, the humble me has also studied the Kirrlutzās ancient languages as well. I have discovered something interesting. The natives who are still living in the Baltha Highland seem to keep to their old ways, and there are a few wizards amongst them who still hold on to single words passed down from the ancient times, keeping the ancient Kirrlutzās language aliveāā
Brendel said with half-truths mixed into it. It was true that the people there could trace their lineage to the old Kirrlutzās citizens, and the clues to a āNature Slateā started out from there, but the first Nature Slate was somewhere else.
The slates were of no practical use to Brendel, and he did not want to plunge the world into a chaotic war.
Tulmanās eyes lit up, as the leaves burned and dimmed.
āYouāre studying the Kirrlutzās ancient languages?ā He looked suspiciously at the youth. āTell me of your views.ā
āI believe that Ser Tulman has already discovered that the ancient languages incorporates magic into it. All their words are linked to the origin of magic, but the Era of Chaos was the moment where things split. After that moment, the magic in their words started to weakenā¦..ā Brendel thought for a while before taking some random lore that he had seen from the forums.
Tulman nodded and he acknowledged it with his eyes.
āThe cause of effect is probably from long wars.ā Brendel continued.
āLong wars, interesting,ā The old man took a ring from the drawer and passed it to Brendel. āYou can go to Earl Panosās private library collection and take a look there. If you have any new ideas, then come back to me with this ring.ā
[Oh? Itās working. Looks like a quest to me. Iām not sure if anyone made it to this point, but it sounds like itās going to be quite difficult. Still, itās a start.]
Brendel was delighted.
[Heās probably planning to set off to the Baltha Highland to research the lore there and come back here, but I wonder if he is going to get anything out of it.]
He took the ring and letter, and there were elegant green words hovering in his vision:
{Do you accept the sub-profession āScholarā?}
Brendel immediately accepted it. A new sub-profession bar appeared in his stats window.
Scholar
Level 0, 0/6
Level 1 History Knowledge
In the game, a sub-profession is different from a main profession. Sub-professions did not introduce new techniques or stats, but allowed users to gain unique abilities. It was something akin to having āStatusā.
For example, when a user reached level 5 and above, it allowed a user to acquire a āSkilledā title before the sub-profession class, and in Brendelās case, he would be a āSkilled Scholarā. There would not be any XP penalty interference from having too many main classes as well, unless he got more than three āSkilledā sub profession titles. At the same time, being a Scholar provided many more TP points than other main classes, and therefore it was recognized as a āmust have professionā in the game.
Once Brendel took on the class, he immediately put in 220 XP to raise it up to level 5, and received 250 TP from it. Raising it beyond level 5 required the sub-skill āNoblesā Knowledgeā or āSigilsā Knowledgeā, so Brendel could only leave it aside.
He looked like he was slightly lost in thought when he finished setting up his class, but he raised his head once he was done.
āSer Tulman, you have already met my friend Romaine. She and her aunt were separated when Madara attacked, and weāre looking for her aunt. Have you seen her?ā
Tulman pushed back his glasses again as took another puff.
āYoung man, I only know her aunt as an acquaintance. We have not met in over ten years, I think. When I first saw that lass, she was just as old as this girl in front of me. To tell the truth, I did not know that she actually lived nearby hereāā
He quickly waved his hands when he saw Brendelās lips move: āThereās no need to ask about it. Our types have their own secrets. If she didnāt tell you, I wonāt say anymore. Alright, our discussion should be coming to a close. Your goal has been met, and when you think that you have enough knowledge about this road, you can come and find me again.ā
Brendel took a look at Romaine. She smiled sweetly at him: āItās fine, Brendel. My aunt is really amazing.ā
His heart skipped a beat when he saw her smile.
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