Piyou pulled her pink laptop closer and tapped the space bar, waking its screen from sleep.
She projected the contents of her laptop onto the meeting hall's screen.
List thoughtfully got up and drew the curtains, darkening the room so the projected image would be clearer.
Piyou scrolled with her mouse.
"Look. The text in the first section is still clearly made up of various simplified forms of the Six Continents Language. You know Cursive Script, right? It's roughly like that."
"But starting with the second section, the writing clearly breaks away from the Six Continents Language and becomes extremely complex and varied."
"I'm more than eighty percent confident that this is a West Chapter Fragment, composed of a mixture of different languages."
"I suspect this has to do with Don Freecss's experiences. In the first section, he already admitted to having eaten the Longevity Food Nitolomi."
"We can assume that's why he lived for two or three hundred years. And two or three hundred years in the Dark Continent would be enough to change a person's habits."
"During his solitary journey, he would have had little use for the Six Continents Language. Instead, in order to communicate with different species, he would have needed to learn and use their writing systems."
"Anyone who's learned different languages does this. When they're tense or excited, they unconsciously mix several languages together."
"Don Freecss probably didn't deliberately make this harder for us to translate. To him, 'the answer is the riddle itself.' He wasn't hiding anything."
"Gelman, if you want me to fully decipher this whole stack of West Chapter Fragments, either bring me more West Chapter Fragments or bring me more samples of different kinds of writing."
Piyou was blunt, but the task she'd suggested was indeed necessary.
Gelman agreed.
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