A month later, the person he had been waiting for so desperately returned.
"My lord, after comparing them, I have roughly figured out the markings on this map." Kyle walked to the desk, spread out the Parchment Map, and spoke excitedly.
"This triangular symbol means the map scale for this region is one to ten thousand."
"The map scale for the square area is one to one thousand."
"Places marked with a five-pointed star may appear to be mountains, but the symbol actually represents plains."
As he listened to Kyle, Velin felt his mind struggling to keep up.
It was not that Kyle had explained it poorly, but that these symbols were simply too unbelievable.
"This broken sword represents not a river, but an underground passage."
"This thickened road does represent a road and lies within the triangular-symbol area, but its scale is not one to ten thousand, but one to twenty thousand."
"And this location is marked with a treasure chest, yet it actually represents a stone mountain. However, there is a hammer symbol beneath it. The hammer's handle points northwest, but the real resource site is sixty kilometers to the southeast."
"Wait, let me process this."
Velin rubbed his temples and stared at the Parchment Map, understanding it less and less.
Still, he had no choice but to admire the wisdom of Darag, the Dwarven Marquis.
Compared to him, Kyle's intelligence left others far behind.
In less than a month, based on field investigations, he had deciphered ninety percent of the information on this map.
"Come, come, my great contributor. Sit down and rest first."
Velin pushed Kyle into his own seat, took out tea he had swiped from his Third Uncle, and personally poured him a cup.
Kyle did not refuse and slowly savored the tea in