"The ’Silver Key’ has co..."
"Can ’Through the Door of the Silver Key’ be far behind..."
Humming a cheerful tune while translating the original text, Ronald always felt that the candlelight in the room seed strange.
However, Ronald clearly had no interest in dealing with this subtle change in atmosphere.
His mind was entirely focused on considering what changes might occur next.
What probably needed the ’Silver Key’ to open was likely ’Through the Door of the Silver Key’, right?
And after it was opened?
Imagining the most exaggerated scenario, perhaps this text could summon so creatures filled with a Lovecraftian essence.
The imagery at that ti... was simply unimaginable.
In the lands of Entrode, Waterfall City was already the area most plagued with summoned creatures.
If so indescribable entities were to lurk among them...
The thrill!
...
Ronald’s mind was indeed filled with complex thoughts.
But the fact was, the contents of the ’Silver Key’ were just that.
This was not so long serialized novel story but a short piece with limited length ant for submission.
Having read the text more than once before,
Ronald could even jot down the exact content of the article in another line while ensuring precise transliteration. About six and a half hours later, the translation of the entire text was declared finished, and Ronald slowly stretched lazily.
"Whew, mission accomplished!"
With a rather subtle emotion,
Ronald stacked up his translated work neatly and then returned the original text of the ’Silver Key’ to its wooden box.
After more than six hours of translation,
Ronald had naturally mastered the spell contained in the original text.
Probably because of the limitation in length, the spells provided in the original text, which was about ten thousand words, were similar to those in maze picture books and quite singular.
The specific ability was to enter another person’s dreams, and then reflect so of the occurrences in the dream to the drear, thus affecting the drear’s spirit and even directly interfering with their physical body.
—It sounded relatively simple.
—But in reality, it was an incredibly useful, cruel, and violent ability.
As long as the person possessing this original text was careful enough,
assassinations and surprise attacks were trivial matters, and to ruin soone’s life could only be described as easy.
Moreover, since this type of interference in dreams was different from direct spell competition, even if the target was a highly skilled Caster, if taken unawares, they could easily fall victim during their sleep.
Ronald made a simple estimate.
If he were to cast spells without holding the original text, he could basically handle anyone who did not possess the text. And holding the text naturally gave him the sa level of lethality.
"Indeed, it’s dangerous enough."
"..."
Muttering softly, Ronald stood up and scanned his surroundings.
From a more conservative perspective, he still wanted to check the surroundings; wouldn’t it be just typical if so bizarre thing were watching him?
But reality was not as wild as he imagined.
Even after more than six hours of translation, and even after several changes of candles, the atmosphere in the room remained sowhat gloomy and muddled, but nothing particularly strange had appeared.
Ronald then looked down and checked his body.
Confirming that there was nothing wrong with himself, he picked up the Golden Bell that R’lyeh had given him and gently shook it.
Tingling—
A crisp and pleasant sound emanated from his hand.
This Golden Bell was indeed enchanted with so special spell, and as the bell rang, a unique Magic Fluctuation also spread out.
It took just over ten seconds.
Soone pushed the door and entered from outside.
—Pop—
At that mont, the effect of protection spell in the archive room had faded from Ronald and the room, and the young soldier who entered imdiately spoke,
"Mr. Ronald, do you need us to prepare so food?"
The young soldier’s thought was rather simple.
After all, from the ti Ronald entered this room, it had already been over six hours. It was only natural for a normal person, who had neither eaten nor drunk anything, to require food.
Unfortunately, Ronald’s reaction exceeded the young man’s expectations.
Facing the young soldier’s inquiry, Ronald clearly pointed to the manuscript on the desk.
"It’s not food I want. I called you here because I have finished my work here. If there are no issues, please have Ralaye co to verify the results of my work."
The young soldier also knew the situation here.
So, when Ronald said this, he was imdiately shocked by the speed with which the man before him had decoded the original text.
However, his most professional qualities still supported his actions.
He nodded slightly to Ronald, leaving behind a gaze of admiration and awe, then turned and ran out,
"Mr. Ronald, please wait here for a mont. I will imdiately summon the adult."
"..."
However, at that mont, Ronald’s expression darkened.
—He had sensed sothing was wrong.
Would he normally be happy while translating sothing as dangerous as "The Silver Key", following his usual habits?
This was clearly not his usual character.
Hence, Ronald’s gaze shifted to sothing he hadn’t been wary of—the door.
This door, when closed, would trigger a protection spell on the building and the people inside. Normally, no one would be wary of sothing ant to protect themselves.
But perhaps this was what had caused his unusual behavior just now?
Otherwise, aside from this interference,
There seed to be no other plausible sources nearby.
Ronald slowly walked to the door and furrowed his brows in thought. At that mont, notified Ralaye hurried over and directly saw Ronald standing at the door.
"The room’s spell is used for defense against attacks, and it also has the benefit of uplifting spirits."
"Ronald, you shouldn’t overthink it."
This intelligence chief also understood Ronald’s personality quite well.
He simply nodded a greeting, then bypassed Ronald to the desk, picked up the translated manuscript, and began to read it. As he perused the contents of "The Silver Key," Ralaye’s face rarely showed excitent.
He even took the initiative to take out the original text from the wooden box and compare it as he read.
"Phew..."
The accuracy of Ronald’s translation was obvious.
Following the transliteration standards in the translation, Ralaye tried reciting a few sentences. The original’s magic power also began to subtly activate.
There was no longer any need for doubt.
This was indeed a perfect translation of the original text before him.
With clarity in his heart, Ralaye took a deep breath as if a heavy burden had been lifted and turned, saying,
"Ronald, regarding that expedition team to the base, you may need to wait a few more days."
"However, you can rest assured, this is absolutely not an excuse. The next few days will see so major actions in Waterfall City, and we must focus on handling these issues."
"I can guarantee with my own reputation, before the squad departs, I will definitely arrange for you and Costate to be included."
"It’s nothing. It was just a small request of mine." Ronald responded with a much colder deanor at this ti. "Since there are no issues here, I will head back to the inn."
As his words fell, Ronald headed towards the door.
However, before completely leaving, he still turned around, his expression quite complex, and looked back at the other:
"I warn you,"
"Endeavoring to touch uncontrollable powers will only bring about calamity."
"The fate of the Nigar people is right before your eyes!"
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