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The requirement to become a scholar is to master three languages.
Witchcraft, demonic language, and the ancient language of a lost civilization.
When Yin Ming was still a Shijie Immortal, he learned complete witchcraft from Professor Romandy.
From the inherited memory of the cowardly devil's red nose, he learned the most orthodox devil language.
"As for - the ancient language of the lost civilization."
Since it is lost, it means that very few people know about it.
few? How much can it be? ——Is it okay if only one person knows about it?
Yin Ming decided to use immortal seal script to pretend to be the ancient language of a lost civilization.
As for, why not use boxy simplified Chinese characters?
Quite simply, it doesn't meet the requirements.
The writings of extraordinary civilizations, whether they are shamanistic or demonic, are all twisted and twisted.
Texts are meant to convey the Tao, and most words that originate from the Tao cannot use straight lines.
All things in the world, all living things, and the straight lines formed naturally are rare.
"Beforehand, certification requires the simultaneous presence of four scholars."
"If you succeed, you will become a formal member of the 'Burner' and you will receive 3,000 merit points every month."
"If the certification fails, you need to pay: 400 merit points, or 4 standard unit element crystals. Do you have any questions?" The old man with a beard looked at it, pushed up his glasses with his middle finger, and covered the slate with a piece of white cloth.
"No problem!" Yin Ming nodded, indicating that he could start if he had no objection.
"Ding ding..."
In the Scholars Building, the crisp sound of wind chimes swayed slightly.
"Who? Which of these reckless people dares to apply for scholar certification at this time!" A student on the second floor who was reading a book said with wide eyes.
"Come and watch the excitement. Speaker Robert dares to break through the door. Who is this warrior?"
Soon, three little old men who were similar in age to him came, as well as a large group of younger, middle-aged or young disciples, gathered around to watch the fun.
"..."
The Scholars Building will be closed for half the day.
Yin Ming was quite proficient in both witchcraft and devil language, and easily passed the test.
Later, Yin Ming wrote a piece of immortal seal script, which is the text engraved on bronze vessels before the Qin Dynasty unified the world. It is also known as large seal script and bronze inscriptions.
"This... what kind of writing is this? Why have I never seen it before?"
Robert Cava, an old man with a white beard and beard, looked at each character, twists and turns, full of the unique charm of extraordinary civilization evolution writing.
However, no scholar in the entire museum has heard or recognized the words written by Yin Ming, and no related type of inscription has even been unearthed.
"Young man! Our Scholar Building contains a total of 17 texts from lost civilizations, and as many as 128 variant languages. There is no immortal seal script written by you." A middle-aged scholar snorted and mocked disdainfully.
"Life has limits, but knowing that there is no limit, there is no need to feel inferior because of ignorance." Yin Ming half-closed his eyes as if the Buddha was showing mercy and comforted him softly.
"Bah! I mean, I doubt that the 'immortal' lost civilization you mentioned does not exist at all."
"Young people, concentrate on learning a lost civilization language, and don't always think about evil ways and shortcuts."
"That's right. No one here knows me. If you want to say it exists, why don't you show evidence of its existence?"
The four old scholars studied without saying a word, but the scholars and disciples watching around couldn't help but stand up and reprimand.
"Me? Evidence? Isn't it the job of the four scholars here to certify? They don't have enough knowledge? They can't verify it. Why should I provide evidence? Pay for them?" Yin Ming sneered.
As soon as this statement came out, everyone blushed, but could not find a reason to refute it.
"That's right! Although there is no way to prove the truth, as long as it can be falsified!"
Robert Cava found no flaw in the font. He took out a black book from the bookshelf, pushed up his glasses and said, "Please use your so-called immortal seal script to translate the entire content of this page."
Although no evidence can be given in isolation, words cannot appear alone. They are born and constantly improved based on civilization. Words created by individuals out of thin air cannot be comprehensive, and can be falsified as long as flaws are found.
"What does this word mean?" Robert Kawasu asked as he wrote an immortal seal.
"The bird, which means a small bird, is used to translate the flower kite in the text."
Time has changed, and the Immortal Seal Script is obviously not a relic from ancient times, and there are no similar animals at all. If it can be translated truthfully, it can be proven that it was fabricated out of thin air.
"What does this word mean?"
Next to him, Stephen Simon, a capable old man with gray and broken hair, also wrote a seal question.
"It's not a word! At least it's not an immortal seal script."
Although the shape and style are similar to Xianzhuan, it is a fabricated text out of thin air.
"Since it is a relic civilization, apart from the unique writing, there are other unique things, right?" Robert Cava paused and continued to ask.
"Of course! Seals and curses are all features of the Immortal Seal Script civilization. However, there is no cultivation method, and the power cannot be induced through seals and curses." Yin Ming's fingers were extremely flexible, and he formed a 'Spirit Official Seal' with one hand, aiming at Robert Kavadao.
"I would like to ask why half of these two immortal seals are exactly the same. Is there any inevitable connection?"
In the museum, a scholar with brown hair and dirty face came after hearing the news and went directly to participate in the argument.
Yin Ming answered them one by one without any loopholes.
It was originally a genuine immortal seal script, but it just didn't belong to this world. To a certain extent, it wasn't considered fake.
"..."
Sunset, dusk.
In the underground city, the light also dimmed, and the scholar building was rarely brightly lit.
The Immortal Seal Script cannot be falsified. In the end, four scholars, including Robert Cava, unanimously voted to admit that the Immortal Seal Script is a rare, undiscovered, and uncollected ancient language of an ancient lost civilization.
"I declare that Ino has officially become the 'Ember' school. The 3642nd scholar and the 34th existing scholar in the 'Ember' building will enjoy the same treatment as the 'First Ring' wizards of the organization."
Only then did Yin Ming know that Robert Cava was the chairman of the scholars' faction. The name of the scholars' branch and the name of the cylindrical building were both 'Ember'.
"Is this okay? How about learning Mao Alchemy glyphs and making up a new language!" an apprentice said angrily.
"There have never been any inscriptions on artifacts unearthed, and there are no relevant documents. Even if the ancient inscriptions are really lost, what's the difference between them and fake ones?" Another apprentice muttered in a low voice.
"..."
Yin Ming didn't care, nor did he care about those scholars and disciples who were inconsistent.
Walking out of the door of the Scholars Building, he had a Scholar Medal on his chest, an identity tag in his hand, and the key to the villa in the eastern suburbs of the underground city.
These are the benefits that one can enjoy in the Flame Burner Association as a 'scholar'.
The most worrying question about his identity and origin was not asked at all by the other party, only Bucket would care about it, but the sieve would not care about the sudden appearance of a hole in his body.
"I finally became a formal member of the 'Burner' Association, enjoy internal member benefits, and can exchange for relic products!"
Yin Ming took a deep breath and immediately walked towards the exchange building not far away.
In comparison, the Scholars Building and Logistics Department, which looks like a library, have bright crystal lights, a layer of pure white stone on the floor, and only a few samples on display on exquisite shelves, giving people a sense of luxury and high-end.
"This... newly-minted scholar, may I ask what I call you? I'm Anthony Silver Coin, how can I help you?"
As soon as he stepped into the door, he was greeted warmly by a middle-aged man with a round figure, a mustache and a silver fur coat. With his attitude that customers are God, it is no wonder that the decoration is much better than that of the Ember Building.
"Ino, I want to exchange it for something produced at the wizard's ruins last time?"
Yin Ming said while looking at the goods on the shelves, flintlock guns, alchemy bombs, blood potions, life potions, meditation methods, witchcraft...
