Sacia

"This divination result is completely inaccurate!" Stur did not accept the result at all, but he pointed his finger at the last line on the card: "Divination service: predict event probability, pay as you wish."

Stur's mouth hung open, and it took him a while to react: "You're asking me for money for a divination like this?"

"But I have already given you the answer, and my divination accuracy is extremely high." Gallo wanted to emphasize that he had provided a service; even if the other party did not acknowledge the result, the money still had to be paid.

But Gallo immediately added: "The fee for this divination can wait until next time. When you realize that my divination result is not a problem, I think you will voluntarily offer me the fee for this time."

"You just flipped a coin." Stur was so angry he laughed. He felt that Gallo was too confident. It was true that the other party possessed reading and learning abilities that surpassed ordinary people, as well as a terrifying memory, but as a student of Imperial Industrial University, he often regarded divination—a practice involving mysticism—as a trick to fool the ignorant.

Moreover, flipping a coin to get a result was nothing more than heads or tails; the probability of guessing an event correctly was always fifty percent.

"Indeed, I think I should change my divination method. Flipping a coin will not make a client happily hand over their money. I should design a set of divination rules; at the very least, it should look more complex in the eyes of others."

He took a slow sip from his coffee cup and then said to Stur: "When you go back, you can tell that Miss Sacia that I have a one-hour break from three to four in the afternoon. Because of our friendship, she can come to see me after three o'clock. If she needs any other services from me, she can come at any time."

As Stur was about to leave, Gallo called him back and opened the corrugated box at the corner of the table, showing the five carefully crafted cloth dolls inside.

"It's best to bring a small gift or a little surprise when meeting a girl. Do you want to buy one? They are one Copper Nil each."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Stur arrived at Moonlight Cafe with a girl, just as expected. During Gallo's personal break, the people who had been queuing around him dispersed consciously. Even those who still needed to purchase Gallo's knowledge-based services would find an empty coffee table or share a table with others, ordering a coffee to wait quietly for Gallo's break to end.

At this time, when someone stood across from Gallo, it could only be a close friend coming to chat about things outside of work.

Beside Stur, platinum-blonde hair draped over the shoulders of a dark blue student uniform, and her azure eyes were like quenched ice.

The other party must be Sacia Taylor, the one Stur had mentioned.

She was taller than Gallo had imagined, and if she were standing in a crowd, her cold and aloof temperament would be exceptionally striking.

It was no wonder that when she took the initiative to find Stur, it made this guy so excited and even prone to wild fantasies.

"Mr. Gallo, even at school, I have heard friends mention your reputation in Lubo Lane." Sacia spoke first, her voice calmer than imagined, without a hint of unnecessary emotion.

Stur stood to the side, nervously rubbing his hands, wanting to interject but not knowing what to say.

Gallo stood up and nodded: "Miss Taylor, please sit."

He invited the two people in front of him to sit down.

"Stur said you are interested in my abilities?" Gallo did not engage in small talk and went straight to the point, his gaze falling calmly on Sacia's face.

Sacia nodded slightly, the corners of her lips curling into a faint, almost invisible arc: "To be more precise, I am interested in your ability to process information efficiently.

Student Stur speaks very highly of you."

Her choice of words was precise and restrained, carrying a sense of academic detachment, as if she did not want to develop any personal relationship with others.

"I am just a street consultant who provides paid services." Gallo smiled and picked up his coffee cup, responding with a calm maturity that belied his current appearance.

"So, Miss Taylor, is there a book you need to find, or do you need an analysis of the content of a certain book? What kind of project are you researching?"

Stur finally found an opportunity to interject: "Miss Sacia is in the history department! She has done a lot of research on the ancient civilizations of the Southern Continent!"

"Yes." Sacia took over the conversation, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over the cardboard Gallo had placed to the side.

"If you are in the history department, why did you borrow research notes on engineering works from Stur last night?" Gallo asked.

"Sometimes we discover things in archaeological excavations that are quite surprising and force us to admire the wisdom of the ancients. Moreover, during archaeological excavations, we often cooperate with students from the engineering department. There are many ancient engineering sites left behind by the ancients that are completely impossible for history students to understand or decipher."

Sacia's answer was, in fact, a subtle explanation of Gallo's question.

She then asked: "Mr. Gallo must have read many books, and you should know a lot about history department books as well, right?"

"Hmm... I have indeed read many: the colonial history of the Southern Continent, the history of the Northern Continent, world navigation logs, the history of maritime trade... and so on!" He then added: "I also know Professor Vanason from the history department at the school, though I didn't meet him today."

"Professor Vanason is a very authoritative professor in the history department. Have you read his work, 'The Thousand-Year Askia Dynasty of the Southern Continent'?" Sacia asked at the right moment.

"I have."

"Actually, the reason I entered the history department is mainly because I am interested in the history of the ancient dynasties of the Southern Continent." Sacia smiled, and then she took a brown leather notebook out of her handbag and placed it on the table. The leather cover had no text on it.

"This is a notebook I accidentally obtained at a local market while I was conducting an ancient ruin survey in the Southern Continent. However, I don't think this is an ancient notebook; after all, this material could not have been preserved so well since ancient times.

And such a notebook is clearly produced in a modern industrial workshop."

"So..." Gallo looked at her.

"I need your help to translate the content of this notebook. It is written in the ancient hieroglyphs of the Askia Dynasty. Although I don't know who wrote this notebook or in what period, I have a feeling that if the content can be fully translated, it will definitely cause a huge sensation in the academic world."

She then whispered: "Of course, this is also a bit of my own selfishness; I would prefer to be the first person to make this discovery."

Gallo picked up the notebook. His fingertips touched the cold leather, but he always had a very strange feeling.

He opened the first page, and dense red symbols came into view, exactly the same as the hieroglyphs and symbols in the research materials Jeffrey had brought from Professor Vanason earlier.

"Why do you think I have the ability to translate the content of this notebook?" Gallo asked her directly.

Sacia smiled, brushed the long hair from her forehead, and said: "Maybe it's just trusting luck and wanting to give it a try."

"If you can really translate the whole notebook, I will give you fifty Nalang." Sacia's voice remained calm, but it left Gallo and Stur, who was standing to the side, dumbfounded.

Gallo's fingers paused. Fifty Nalang—this was basically the income Aisha would have to work in a factory for more than two years to earn. A worker's income for more than two years, just to translate the contents of a notebook.

He looked up at Sacia. There was not a ripple in her eyes, as if she were just talking about an ordinary transaction.