Ancient languages had traces everywhere in the current language. For example, in Licence, it meant "rob" or "fight," giving the Licencians a sense of what it was like in the past.
However, in the ancient language, the word "horse" only left a small trace, and the "text" of the past was almost practically practiced after the world suffered an apocalyptic war of dragons.
In the past, no one knew whether Elves and Dwarves, including humans, wrote the same letters, or if one species had a unique character, such as the Latin language of the Earth.
However, the history of texting is now nothing to excite Albrecht. I'm just concerned that the merchants received it from the Elves.
I was told to pass it on to the owner of the world, but Albrecht was the king of Lysen, not the master of the world.
Of course, I was on the verge of going to war to end the war, so I thought the whole North continent might come to grips, but that was only a long time later.
And leaving all this behind, do you really think I could meet the trial parties before the trial? Albrecht is on the bench of conscience. And shortly after, I folded my conscience.
Honestly, it was true that I felt like "Erai Mola Fuck." However, even when my conscience was broken, there was still a problem.
If Michelle's merchants are making nonsense, it doesn't matter much. Just kill him.
On the contrary, what if they are really delivering the Elven Letter? Should I give you a prize?
What would the other traders think if they gave a personal interview to Michelle's merchants before the trial?
Even if he folds his conscience, his conscience persistently grows with Albrecht's crotch.
Albrecht thought as he touched his beard and said without looking back at the article.
“Just call it in. ”
“I understand.”
And I called Achylia.
“Achylia! Achylia! ”
Achylia can't be sluggish, so now it's almost melting like water. What the hell is that thing doing?
Achylia sobs for a long time, and when Albrecht calls, she turns her head to look at Albrecht.
Then he sprints toward Albrecht, flying like a butterfly, and starts climbing up the rocks. Immediately came to Albrecht.
“Someone sent me an ancient letter. You read it to me. ”
“Okay. Okay. ”
Then he approached Albrecht, who was sitting there, and fell into his arms.
I've been swinging my sword for a long time, but Achillia hasn't sweated a muscle. Rather, a refreshing aroma appeared to calm Albrecht's mind.
Randolph and the little Randolph don't step on rocks like Achylia, but turn around and come to Albrecht.
Randolph picks up a small Randolph, who's tired from practicing his sword. If the other knights saw it, they'd be surprised. The Master carries a seed?
Tiny Randolph is a teacher and the master's back feels so reliable. I grabbed the master by the neck naturally. Randolph didn't dislike the feeling.
A cool breeze blows through the mountains and sweeps through the people. Albrecht was chatting with Randolph while sweeping off the white hair of Achilles.
Mostly small Randolph jokes. Tiny Randolph is just shy and blushes.
Later, two knights take four merchants up the mountain and approach Albrecht.
Albrecht's soft loosened face begins to solidify. I just stared at the merchants who were approaching me with an indifferent look.
A middle-aged man with a pointed mustache and beard stepped forward to give an example.
“The king of all knights, the king of all licensees, the holy guardian of the early Church, the great and clever Dragon Slayer Albrecht, and the humble merchant Lorenzo of the house of Michele, who dares to greet you. ”
Lorenzo bows deeply, and the merchants behind him bow deeply. Despite the extreme reverence of the merchants, Albrecht's expression was solemn.
“No more greetings. First, show me it's an Elven letter. ”
Without saying hello, Albrecht always gets to the point. Lorenzo turns his head and looks at the merchant behind him.
A man who seemed to fold from a young man to a middle-aged man walked forward holding a pottery modeled after a baby angel in his hands.
The baby angel has loving wings on his back, and his ears are pointed, but he seems to see a dwarven baby.
Albrecht knew the dwarf didn't have a baby, so he thought it might be an Elven baby.
The pottery looked like a baby angel was holding a water bottle next to him, and it was presumed to be a teapot or lamp.
After all, the man who was holding the ceramics was a man who fit the bold look in his eyes. In other words, he seemed to be good at pokerface.
The man leans back and approaches Albrecht and opens the pottery lid. Inside was an orange powder.
Albrecht's eyes frown slightly. Where's the letter? Where's the powder? But Achylia in Albrecht's arms gripped her nose with distortion.
“Ugh, the smell. Put it away."
The man does not panic at Achylia's cravings, but quickly closes his lid in a natural way. Albrecht looks at Achylia and says,
“Smell? I didn't smell anything. ”
“Don't you smell the grass? Is this the smell of Elves? It smells like rose. Rose washes well, maybe, but it's not this bad. But this is too bad. ”
At that moment, Albrecht's glances loosened. The merchants also looked at each other.
I've been trying to find out if it was really from the Elves for a long time, but it seemed right.
Albrecht looks away from Achylia and looks at the merchants.
“What's with the letter? If you despise me, you will die here without a trial. ”
Even after Albrecht's harsh remarks, the merchants were a little stiff, and there was no sense of embarrassment. I felt as if I had come prepared.
A middle-aged man with a pointy beard said skillfully as if he oiled his tongue.
“We couldn't believe it when we first saw it. But when our vendor, who brought in the letter, showed us a demonstration, we were surprised. I'll show you soon.”
“No, before that. There are certain things I need to do before I see the letter. ”
After Albrecht was cut off, the merchants simply opened their ears, lowering their waist. I thought he was a bad guy.
He hides his face skillfully, but he can't help the cold sweat on his forehead or crotch.
“There will be no other convenience for you at trial for this letter. That's why I want to buy this letter. And by the way, the letter is written in ancient language, and Achilles here will read it. If it's a hoax, I'll kill you all right here and now. So, I'm going to give you one last chance. If you back out now, I'll make it go away. ”
At that moment, the merchants felt their hearts sinking, as if they were coming down to the boat. I felt a chill sweat.
They knew there was a dwarf by the king's side, but they didn't think he could read the ancient language.
No matter how smart he was, there was always a blind spot, and he was a dwarf who only existed in mythology, so I couldn't figure it out.
I thought I made this mistake because I was running out of time, but it was already spilled water. But more than anything else, the king's last words were the scariest.
If you back out now, you'll let me do what I've never done? It was a trap for all to see.
If we retreat now, we will be left with nothing but contempt for the king. It was admitting that they had dared to do something about the king.
The merchants quickly roll their brilliant brains, but they feel like their brains are getting overwhelmed and stopping.
He could neither do this nor that, but the man holding the ceramics with both hands said.
He was also sweating cold, but his expression was the same as before. At this point, his focus was admirable.
“How dare they humiliate you? If you think this is a hoax, you can kill us here. And since this is a genuine gift from us to His Majesty, it is not reasonable to say that you will buy it. ”
Albrecht grins.
“Really? You're not going to take the money without giving you any comfort in the trial? ”
“We offer a letter to His Majesty faithfully. How dare you ask for money. ”
Albrecht bursts into laughter, impatient.
“Hahahaha! Merchant loyalty! That's the funniest thing I've heard in the last 10 years! ”
Albrecht smiled with a genuine cheerful smile, but none of the people in the intestine felt cheerful except Albrecht.
The knights stood like ancients and were always preparing to kill the merchants, Randolph and Little Randolph simply watched what was going on, and Achylia just wanted to stop her nose, read a letter and get out of here.
At this moment, the merchants felt as if their heads were trying to escape.
Albrecht said politely, indifferent to how the merchants felt.
“Fine. Then show me the Elf's letter. ”
The man holding the pottery looked down at his waist one more time, but he stepped back for a moment.
Then they light up the lantern they brought in, and they tilt the pottery and gently scatter the orange powder over the fire.
Aside from the merchants, the innards, including Albrecht, looked at him curiously.
Powder pours down over Lantern's fire and the tiny sparks begin to pound and fry. Then, as if Lantern's fire were alive, it begins to dance across the room.
Suddenly, the tiny lantern's flame rises steadily and elongated. Generally, the flames were not as intense as burning. Albrecht's eyes widen.
An elongated flame moves like a dance around your waist, and you start writing on the air.
The text looked like the Hanja characters on the Earth, but it didn't have that many scores, so in a way it felt like the runes of northern Europe.
At this point, no one else can say anything, and even Albrecht's eyes are wide and his mouth is wide open. What the hell is going on here?
Even Achilles' eyes were wide open, making a look. Albrecht was fascinated by this unbelievable phenomenon for a moment, then hurriedly told Achillia.
“Achylia! Read the letter! ”
“Huh? Uh, let's see……”
The merchants swallowed their saliva as if it were salted. It was because they didn't even know what it was about.
Soon, Achilles' reading began to spread in the air. And then something amazing happened.
It was because the sound of Achilles' words resounded loudly, as if he had left a large speaker on in the air.
Achylia began to read like she was possessed by something, and people also listened to Achylia as if she was possessed by something.
“To the master of the world, the great Kaiser Albrecht. Time is an illusion created by mortals to recognize the present, not from back to forward. Early times do not exist, and space is just spread along the axis. Truly, contrary to the truth, we have no choice but to write it down, because everything is inexplicable without using the concept of time. In the spiral space-time continuum, there is a single past, present, and future, so if you twist it with magic, you must someday correct it again. I recognize that the time has come for my descendants to unravel the thread. I would like to meet you. But, Kaiser Albrecht, the path of fate runs through the waters, so walk in your own path. At some point, I'll be standing on that road. Nothing is set, but remember that destiny follows a set path. With happiness becoming unhappiness and unhappiness becoming happiness, there is no need to compare them to each other in the flow of life. Every moment is a lasting reason. Ends the letter with love and passion. He is the ruler of destiny, and the manipulator of magic, Wescade. ”
Soon after Achylia finished reading the letter, the words written by the fire were scattered into the air in vain. Lantern's fire quickly returns to its right-hand position and shines a small light.
The people in the intestine are attracted to something and quickly regain consciousness. And the bear recalled the letter.
I clearly heard the contents of the letter, and even though I remember it well, I did not know what it was. What are you talking about?
However, I thought about it quietly, but I was surprised that even though it was not short, no one remembered everything correctly. Did I have such a good head?
The merchants also did not fully understand the contents of the letter because it was too complicated. However, it was clearly pronounced Albrecht.
Why is this happening? How did the Elves know about Albrecht? But is it true that Albrecht is talking about the king?
Merchants had superior brains than ordinary people, but they were as confused as the knights next to them.
But no one was more confused than Albrecht, the party to the letter. Albrecht just opens his eyes wide, frozen with his mouth wide open.
The contents of the letter were also the most shocking, but the last words came as well. Who, Wesard? You mean he's still alive?
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