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On the shaking carriage, Roland cast Language Proficiency to himself and began to translate the book that he just recorded. He then wrote the translation in another book. The task was not very difficult for him.

In no more than fourteen hours, he translated the whole book.

During the translation, he had read the whole book too.

The author of this book was a bard. Toward the end of his life, he wrote what he believed to be real history into this book.

Historical heritage was not appreciated in this world. Hollevin, for example, did not even have official historiographers.

So, much of the history of the world had been passed on by word of mouth.

But as the stories were told and retold, they tended to change from the original versions.

So, there were a lot of contradictions in this book.

The elven scriptures, in particular, had only two sentences that were of actual significance. The rest were all elven prayers for rituals and sacrifices.

The bard did not understand Ancient Elvish. He simply copied the Elvish words that he thought were important and related to some legends in his book.

But thanks to luck, two sentences that he copied actually hit the jackpot.

The bard had discovered those elven scriptures in some ancient relics.

After finishing the translation, Roland turned it into an e-book and posted it on the forums.

”The 'book' required for the main quest has been translated. I wonder if you can trigger the quest.”

Roland's ID on the forums had been authenticated and was quite eye-catching. Very soon, his post became a hot topic.

A lot of people replied to him.

”Yes, I can. Thank you, Master Mage Roland.”

”Wait, I haven't even completed the main quests in the prologue yet, and I can trigger this one?”

”Me too! Is this a bug of the quest system?”

”Probably not. The prologue is probably only guidance for beginners and not really important.”

”Is this the real start of the main quests?”

”Why are the main quests all related to Ancient Elvish? They almost seem to be designed for Roland. I'm pissed.”

”The game developers probably didn't see it coming that someone would pick up Language Proficiency so quickly. It's said to be a spell above level ten. I have a Mage friend who hasn't learned Language Proficiency at all. Without Roland, we would have to find a specialist who could speak Ancient Elvish if we want to accept the main quest. Even if we can find one, it remains to be seen if they're willing to translate the book for us. So, the quest should have been very difficult, but Roland made it much easier.”

”Are you saying that knowledge can change your life, my friend?”

”Hahahaha. I totally get you, my friend. I feel the same.”

Seeing that the book he translated could help other players trigger the quest, Roland was relieved.

Then, the rider of the carriage said hoarsely, ”Sir, we've arrived.”

Roland jumped off from the carriage. He saw a magnificent city wall under the sun.

The gate of the capital was very large, or at least much larger than Delpon's.

Convoys and travelers were passing the gate busily, and a dozen fully-armed guards were defending the gate intimidatingly.

A team of archers were staring at the gate on alert from the arrow mound above. Further away, a few more teams were patrolling.

Roland gave the rider a silver coin after he got off.