Meet the principal

Reiner froze on the spot, thoughts racing in his mind.

The news he read at the time only reported that Dana's parents went to investigate because of a special magical reaction in the demiplane of Midgar, but it did not mention other people in this demiplane. In the article, There are only accounts of thousands of people perishing along with the Christines.

Reiner did not expect that those thousands of people were already a small civilization with their own language and writing.

He slowly sat on a chair, thinking a lot.

"Midgar's connection with the main plane was only three years. No one would have thought that it would suddenly collapse. Therefore, except for some mages who surveyed it and learned that it was rich in magical mineral resources, no one could have imagined that it would Protect their unique culture and language.”

Savros said quietly, it’s no one’s fault, no one could have predicted the collapse of the demiplane, there were no signs.

"At that time, the Magic Association adopted a policy for this kind of demiplane that had had contact with it in the past, but was lost due to the war, and finally returned to it. It did not forcefully intervene in its society at the beginning, and retained the most complete civilization form. Because of this It’s better to study how civilization is formed.”

This is also one of the reasons why when the demiplane collapsed, almost all the people in Midgar did not escape, and almost no documentation remained.

"I am not a descendant of Midgar. In fact, when Midgar was first discovered, I was just a student worrying about my graduation thesis in the Advanced Magic Academy. My teacher was the one who presided over the exploration of Midgar. The person in charge of the work, so I followed him to that demiplane on the edge of civilization."

Savros had talked a lot, and perhaps he had not been able to find anyone willing to listen to him over the years.

He was talking about the endless desert of Midgar. During the day, the strong winds rolled up the gravel and blocked the sky. The wind and sand were like the sharpest blades, carving huge stones into different shapes.

He talked about Midgar's dazzling starry sky at night. Due to the small scale of civilization, the night sky here was not polluted by the lights of the city, and the stars in the sky were dazzling.

He was talking about the people of Midgar. The mage who led the people back then has died, and the remaining ordinary people have no understanding of magic at all. Therefore, this civilization is a civilization without the influence of magic. People survive in the oasis in the desert and retain Many retro customs from the ancient Magic Empire were displayed, and they were warm and simple. The children opened their eyes wide and looked curiously at the visiting Savros and others.

Of course, he also said something about the poetry of Serafino.

His first formal exposure to the language was at a sacrifice.

Before the establishment of the ancient magic empire, there were religions that believed in gods on the continent, but these religions were quickly defeated by mages. The gods they believed in could not bring them any power, and eventually, the religions died.

But in Midgar, a primitive religion was formed. The god they believed in was the god of magic, and his image was the mage who first led ordinary people to this plane.

And Serafino's poetry appeared at the sacrifice.

To this day, Savros still remembers the scene when he heard the girl who was the host of the sacrifice reciting a prayer, and the scene where everyone around him sang in unison, which made him, a regular man who has withstood twenty years of magic education, It was the first time that the mage felt that this language might really be a creation of the gods.

"Later, my tutor assigned me a task, which was to compile a dictionary of Serafino. He believed that this language was a very charming language even if its archaeological value was excluded, so he found I am good at many languages.”

Savros said, outside the window, the setting sun dyed the flowing clouds into a fiery crimson, and the sky evolved from light pink to azure at the other end, with a few stars looming, announcing the arrival of night.

In the office under the sunset, there were only Reiner and Savros, speaking in their low and slow voices about the end of a civilization.

"In the first two years, I stayed in Midgar, communicated with the locals, and basically mastered general conversations. After that, I needed to return to the main plane due to some trivial matters, so I prepared for the next step of work. The disaster happened. That’s when it happened.”

Savros seemed reluctant to recall, but continued.

"In the northern part of the Midgar Desert, traces of abnormal magic power were discovered in a mine. The Magic Association sent a mage who specialized in studying the ecology of the demiplane to investigate, but who knew that it turned out to be the beginning of the collapse of the demiplane. Including my mentor and other classmates, everyone in Midgar was annihilated in an instant, leaving me alone."

Sighing again, Savros took out his pipe from his arms and was about to light it, but then he remembered that smoking was not allowed in the office, so he put it down silently.

Both mentors and friends passed away with the collapse of the demiplane, and even the civilization he studied no longer existed.

"Mr. Savros, have you been doing this all these years?"

Reiner asked. He had probably heard that those who could be sent to distant demiplanes were mostly the best among their peers. Savros must have been a promising mage back then, but ten years later, he was still It's still the fourth ring. It can be imagined that he dedicated this long time to this dictionary.

why is that?

Understanding Serafino's poetry cannot improve the level of magic, nor can it be used to guide the discovery of ruins. Even the most basic communication may not be possible.

Now, ten years later, Savros may be the only person in the world who can speak Serafino, and he may not even be able to find anyone to talk to.

In Percival's words, everything Savros did was in vain and meaningless.

"Haha, actually I don't know why I focused on this matter, but in the blink of an eye, so much time has passed."

Savros should not be more than forty years old, but the years have left indelible marks on him. He is as old as an old man in his sixties or seventies. He has become an intermediate mage, and his body has undergone magic. The result after tempering.

"I just think about, ah, how to express this word, how to translate this sentence, and it has been gone for ten years."

He smiled, and perhaps only Savros himself knew what was contained in this smile.

"Some people say that what I study is useless and will not gain any meaning."

Savros seemed to recall some past experiences and murmured.

"But I know that this dictionary must have a meaning."

The last ray of afterglow shone on Savros's face, making it golden.

Reiner remained silent.