It was already past four o'clock in the middle of the night, but Claude was not sleepy at all.
Mentally, I was very tired. The diary on the thirteenth day was the same as the eleventh day. It was also filled with two pages of recipes, so much so that Claude had to go to the roof to rest for half a day after copying one page. Only then did I finish copying this page of the diary.
Fortunately, probably due to the familiarity with more translations, many ancient Hertzian texts no longer need to be consulted by Claude in the dictionary to understand their general meaning, which reduces a lot of deciphering time.
There was no moonlight on the roof now. I don't know whether it was blocked by clouds or it was almost early in the morning. The sky was dark, and the silvery clear light no longer fell from the sky.
No more sleep, Claude was ready to stay up all night. A sixteen-year-old boy is at a time when he is full of energy. It doesn't matter if he doesn't sleep for a day. The worst he can do is take a nap secretly during class. Anyway, few teachers will pay attention to sitting in the last row. As long as the poor students at the back do not affect the study of the liberal arts students in front and the classroom order can be maintained, the teachers will be satisfied.
Now the recipe book was only on pages 16 and 17. Claude decided to rest for a while and wait until he felt less tired, so he copied those two pages to see if he could finish the diary at the end. Give yourself an unexpected result.
If he hadn't discovered the secret of this magic recipe with his extraordinary mental power, then perhaps no one would ever know this secret in history.
It turns out that the identity of Riggs O'Hill, who founded the Armslang dynasty, is not as simple as the stonemason leader mentioned in the history books. He is not only a descendant of the silver magic nobles, but also the largest magic stone supplier to the Magic Association. He also used this to gather manpower, improve muskets, train troops, and secretly organize the Brotherhood to attack magicians.
It can be seen that Rigus Osir has been preparing for a war with the magician for a long time. He successfully seized the powerful opportunity when the magician's high-end power was trapped in the Canberth plane and could not return, arousing the anger of the low-level black iron mages towards the powerful silver magic nobles and their unwillingness to go to the Canberth plane. With the mentality of risking death, they used them to plot to capture the city of San Pas, the magic holy place in the minds of the mages.
Although there are still two pages of recipes that have not been copied and deciphered, Claude has already guessed the ending. It must have been successful, otherwise the history books wouldn't say that those evil magicians were expelled to the island of Sigros, far away from the continent of Falea. It’s just that I don’t know what will happen to the two mages who helped Rigus O’Sir, the owner of the diary and this magic recipe, the four-ring rune mage and his brother Davari.
There was already a hint of bright color in the sky. I looked at the time scale on the glass hourglass on the table and saw that it was almost five o'clock in the morning. Claude got up from the bed and shook his head. He felt very relaxed and could go and copy.
Turn on the oil lamp and focus your mental energy on the recipe on page 16 again.
It was sunny on August 6, 41st year of the Norm Martin Calendar.
No, Claude is already very familiar with the date written in the ancient Hertzian language at the beginning, especially the letters representing numbers. Because these number letters are no different from the current Hebraic number letters, he copied the first line. When he finished the line, Claude automatically translated it in his mind.
I remember that what I just translated was the diary of the thirteenth day. The time marked on it was still August 41, year 41 of the Nomadin Magic Calendar. Why did it suddenly reach the sixth day? Where did the four and five days in between go
Claude checked the thirteen entries in the diary he had translated again and looked at the date marks to make sure nothing was missing. I felt a little strange, how could it be two days later all of a sudden? Could it be that two pages of this recipe had been torn out? But after carefully checking the recipe book, I found nothing. There was no trace of two pages of animal skin paper being torn out.
Forget it, let’s copy it down and decipher it first. Maybe there are some hints in the diary.
It was sunny on August 6, 41st year of the Norm Martin Calendar.
Tomorrow we will leave for San Pas City.
These three days have been