Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter XX Decryption

Without Claude's expectations, Erickson and Verickro were ready to go wildcat hunting as soon as they left school. Claude reminded them that although their fathers were both nationals and could legally possess firearms, they were not yet eighteen years of age and equally enjoyed the national treatment of their fathers.

But after all, shooting firearms at wildcats in a town is a dangerous thing, not to say that wildcats can be dangerous to them, but Claude is worried that they will hurt pedestrians with guns or something.

Finally, the two guys understood the weight and decided to change weapons. Verricolo went home to get the bow, and Ericsson went to the pier to borrow a crossbow from his own sailor. These two weapons, although much shorter in range than a musket, should be enough for wildcats.

Bok Al had a stone crossbow at home, a long-distance weapon that his father would carry when he was young and would escort cargo over long distances. Under the constant wrath of Erickson and Velikoro, Bok Al, who was excited and proud to plan that route for his father in the morning, decided to put aside the rise of White Deer Town or something, go home and take the stone crossbow with his friends to fight the wildcat before continuing to get excited and excited. It's not too late...

Only Claude refused the invitations of his partners, excusing himself not to seek revenge from Wildcats for his insomnia, but that he had not slept well last night, was almost late in the morning, took another day of classes, was so tired, now I feel like I can't open my eyes. So he wants to go home and have a good night's sleep. The only way to get revenge from Wildcats is to ask his good friends to help him...

That's a good excuse. Instead of forcing Claude to stay with them, the guys were considerate enough to get him home early to rest, and they said they'd bring some tomorrow to school so Claude could taste the cat meat too.

When I got home, I was lucky, and my mother took the little chubby pier to the next door. The new Mrs. Aleka, who moved on the third floor, sometime became a good friend of her mother, often gossiping together and forgetting the time to cook at home. Most importantly, Lady Aleka had a seven-year-old daughter, and Fatty had found her companionship and refused to come home several times.

Angelina has also come home from school and is lying on her desk writing her homework.

Claude touched his sister's head and would repeat the excuse and ask her to write it down so that no one would disturb him unless he was called back for dinner.

Back in his little attic, Claude swept his face full of decadence and impeccability, and the whole person suddenly got up. Open the drawer, take out last night's results, copy seven sheets of Manly paper from a seven-page recipe in Gukherz, and deliberately numbered each sheet of paper in order not to confuse them.

Do you want to decrypt it now? Looking at the Gouhertz dictionary on the table, Claude's heart had an impulse to look forward to, and he really wanted to know what secrets were contained in the hidden words in this magic recipe.

However, Claude still forced himself to calm down, not in such a hurry. It would be best if he took advantage of his mental strength and copied two more pages from this magic recipe. Anyway, these Gukherz words on each page are just a few lines, so that after deciphering those seven pages, he had to intermittently copy the moonlight...

After concentrating on copying two more pages of the recipe, Claude finally started decoding.

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… Today is 11 August 3341 in the Normatin calendar, Rain.

After seven days of long journeys, eight of us finally arrived in Kim Shui Lu Town.

We stayed at the perfume pub.

Prepare for lunch, I was shocked when I saw the recipe. Never thought someone would write a recipe with a Scorpion Lion Leather magic charm paper...

I asked the tavern dude, and he said a guy took this blank book and owed him a tent half a month ago. Just in time, the recipe in the store was torn apart by two drunk drunkards fighting, and the owner thought the book was a piece of paper that could not easily be torn off and used as a recipe.

What a thug! I couldn't stand the fact that such a precious magic charm book was used as a recipe, so I bought it in a Sullivan.

Brother Davari said it was not worth it. Although the Scorpion Lion Leather Magic Character Paper is a good material for making the Magic Book, this book has been copied onto the recipe and the Magic Character Paper has been destroyed and can no longer be used.

He's right, but I didn't buy this recipe for magic books. I didn't bring a diary this time out. I used it to write a diary. As for the recipe above, I can use it as a disguise...

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It took Claude more than an hour to decipher. Claude was a little excited, a little disappointed, and a little confused.

Excited that this recipe is indeed a magician's hand tag, disappointed that this recipe is not a magician's secret, it is clear from the first page that the magician only discovered that this precious scorpion lion's skin made magic charm paper book was used as a recipe and bought it as a diary.

The confusion is, when was the beginning of the Nano-Martin calendar, August 11, 3341? For more than 4,000 years in the Dark Continent and more than 500 years in the Holy Lights, Claude has never seen a record of any Normatin calendar. Is it true that the Normartin calendar is the age calendar of the magicians?

Sighing, Claude picked up the recipe for the second third page, which had only a few short lines of words on it, which was easy to decipher.

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… 12 Aug 3341 Normatin, Clear.

Nothing happened during the day, I was meditating in the room.

Last night, Pawtain got two waitresses to party next door, so I couldn't sleep.

I said something to him at dinner, and he was impatient.

He said that if we don't enjoy it now, we won't have a chance. Everyone looks bad...

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… Aug. 13, 3341, Yin, it rained a little in the evening.

Meditate in the room during the day.

Brother Davari looked very serious at dinner at night, and he informed me that a team of magicians had been ambushed in the Bigno Valley, that all 11 four- and three-ring magicians had been killed by gunfire and that only three of the five-ring magicians had escaped.

The Bigno Valley is just over a hundred miles from Kim Shui Lu Town, which is a terrible drain.

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Strange, there were guns then, and even ambushed the magician's team. Claude became curious and continued to decipher the fourth page, which had more words.

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… 14 Aug 3341 Normatin, Clear.

I met Master Jones today, who, like me, is a four-ring magician.

When I met him, he was so wretched, gray-headed, in the lobby of the tavern, pouring rye into his mouth.

Brother Davary says he did this because he escaped from the dead.

The Jones Magician came from Russop City and, like us, received a subpoena from the Magic Council ordering them to assemble in the town of Kim Shui Lu.

Thirteen of them were also ambushed by musketeers in the wilderness less than 50 miles from the town of Kim Shui Lu. There were only six of them, and Master Jones was one of them. According to him, however, their counter-attacks also resulted in significant casualties among the ambushers. The town has now organized a team to visit the scene.

You don't know... they're not afraid to die at all... Master Jones is there crying:

... Even if we blow some of them to pieces with bursting fireballs, their associates still stand there and bullet the guns, even if the blood spills all over their faces, they still stand there holding up the guns and firing at us...

... I curse the man who invented the gun! This is the devil's weapon! Those black iron sluts are the weapons of this demon that spill the blood of our noble magician all over the earth...

Master Jones finally got drunk.

Before bed, Brother Davary came to my room, strictly obliging me to tell others about the improvement of the gun. I'm not stupid. I wouldn't say that.

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This fourth page has a bit of diary information... and Claude looks at his broken diary and thinks in his heart. First, the magicians were summoned by the Magic Council to assemble in Kim Shui Lu Town, but were also ambushed by gunmen, causing considerable damage.

Secondly, with regard to firearms, there seems to be a great deal of connection with this diary magician, at least he has participated in the study of the improvement of firearms.

The knocking sounded.

“Er, Er, are you up? Mom told you to go downstairs for dinner..." Angelina's frightened voice came out the door.

Claude stood up and opened the door: "Okay, I'll be right down. ”

“Wait, Anna, I bought you a present yesterday.” Claude yelled at his sister who was going downstairs, picked up the sterling silver branches from the closet at the end of the bed, and called them into her hands: “Is it beautiful? ”

Angelina's eyes lit up: "Thank you, brother. I'll show it to Mom. ”

I turned around and slipped downstairs.

“Hey...” Claude also wanted her to bring those four pirate puppets down to Fatty's. Forget it, take them down yourself.

Dinner is very rich, the main dish is the potato stewed beef tail and two butter-fried long-tailed fish, a specialty of Lake Beringa, which has always been known for its delicious flavor of sparkling flesh. A large plate of roasted sheep ribs and half a scorched red roasted goose with a small basket of blueberries on the table.

Is today a festival or something to celebrate? But Claude soon realized that this was supposed to be the rest of last night's banquet, and it was impossible to have so many dishes at home.

Albert is sitting on the throne, and this guy thinks he's the head of the house again. This would be sitting in my father's seat cutting off the only hind leg of the roasted goose and chewing it in his hand. Sister Angelina was standing at the table cutting white bread with a knife, and her mother was feeding potatoes to little chubby pieces.

“Here, little chubby. Do you like it?” Claude handed the Pirate Little Doll to Browick, and the little chubby jumped out of his chair with a cheer and took the Pirate Little Doll and looked at it and felt like it.

“Claude, you're spending money again, just bought Anna a a haircut and a toy for Little Booker.” Mother dropped the wooden bowl in her hand and complained.

“I didn't have much money and bought it when I saw it was just right for them. By the way, where's Dad? ”

“Your father sent someone back in the evening to report that if something happened at night, he would not come back for dinner. ”

Oh, it seems that the father is still busy with the routing plan they have planned at night, so no wonder Albert dares to sit in his father's seat on such a large scale.

“Anna, don't cut it. That's enough bread. Sit down and eat.” Claude ignored the cargo sitting on the throne and took two silver plates for himself and his sister, a spoon of potatoes and a cowtail chunk.

“Tsk tsk...” Albert glanced over the red wine in the glass, which should have been left over from last night's banquet, which would have been only half a bottle. And then he flouted Claude and said, "It's a lot of money. Where did you buy this? I was just about to ask you, I have a silver tower missing from my house. Did you take it? ”

Claude really doesn't want to talk to him, but this thing doesn't know what it is, it's always provoking itself.

“Would anyone believe that? Don't say a silver taller, it's a black penny, and you haven't even left it at home. I'm warning you, don't mess with me. Do you understand? ”

“I said yes, or you wouldn't buy them a gift!” This shit's working.

Claude smiled coldly: "Oh, you don't care where my money comes from! I know exactly where your money is used. Two skirts, one coat, Bai Lu Town is this big. There are only a few clothes to sell. Ask and you'll be clear...”

“Uh...” Albert was like strangled in the throat and couldn't say anything, just staring at Claude red-handed.

“I don't want to worry about your scandals, I don't want to bother you, I just want you not to make your parents angry. So in the future you have to keep your mouth shut and try not to show up in front of me unless you want to get beat up. I mean, do you understand? ”

Claude was comfortable forking a potato stuffed with beef juice into his mouth.

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