Chapter 3 Dangerous Sequential Words

Author: seedless melon

Chapter 3 Dangerous Sequential Words

Early the next morning, Anton had a slightly complicated look on his face when he saw Truman who had arrived at the work station at eight o'clock.

An apprentice who is too good may have his status threatened.

"There is a special job for you, and the pay is double." Anton said to Truman, "Are you interested?"

"Of course..." Truman was about to agree, but suddenly the corner of his clothes was pulled.

Looking back, Truman saw a girl with blond hair and snow-white skin. Due to lack of nutrition, her hair was dry and dull, and she looked very thin, but her blue eyes were still very bright.

Truman knew her, her name was Lilith, and she was another apprentice.

The apprentices who work in the workshop usually stay in their own cubicles and work silently without communicating with each other. Only the pain and howling when the 'share' is used up will be heard by others.

Although Lilith tried to stop him, Truman still accepted this special job.

"This is a group of consecutive words that must be translated within one day to be meaningful. If you have such ability, I will give this job to you." Anton said.

‘Continuous words’ are barriers and fortresses in mysterious texts. If you only translate one of the words, you will not be able to get the full meaning and it will be forgotten the next day, so the translation must be completed within one day.

For ordinary apprentices, this is a difficult, dangerous, and impossible task.

For Truman, the possibility is very high.

Especially for Truman today, the effect of the energizing potion he took on the earth last night was boiling in his brain, and his perception was as sharp as a needle.

Biotechnology that works on the human body on Earth can be brought to this world. This is a major discovery.

It is also a major benefit of Truman’s time travel journey.

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Truman and Lilith walked into the workroom corridor one after another.

If this dark corridor is like a gateway to hell, then the city streets outside the workshop are hell.

During this winter, there are too many unemployed and bankrupt people in this city who have become beggars. Every day, a large number of frozen corpses are sent out of the city for burial by horse-drawn carriages.

If he hadn't found this job, Truman might have been one of those corpses.

So everyone has to work hard.

When passing by his cubicle, Truman was about to walk in, but was pulled by Lilith. Truman looked at Lilith suspiciously.

There was compassion and determination in Lilith's blue eyes. Truman was moved by this look. It was rare for him to see such human eyes in this world.

They walked forward and passed through five or six more cubicles.

Truman never walked this corridor to the end. It was so deep and unfathomable that the number of cubicles seemed impossible to count.

Only the house numbers mark the differences between the cells.

Lilith took Truman to a cubicle marked with the number '0518', and then pushed open the door of this cubicle.

The door gently slid inward, Truman looked inside defensively, and then he saw a strange candle...

It must be a candle. It is very tall and has a strange shape like a Christmas tree. It is almost as tall as Truman, and its entire body exudes a waxy white color.

Truman looked at Lilith strangely, this girl who was a head shorter than him and looked a bit young due to malnutrition. At this moment, he whispered: "That job you had was originally his."

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Until he sat in his cubicle, the huge candle still appeared in front of Truman's eyes.

Lilith spoke very little, she always spoke very little, and all the apprentices spoke very little, but Truman could still understand what she said. What she meant was that if she could not complete the translation of 'continuous words'

Work and it will turn into wax.

This is a bit ridiculous, but Truman thinks it is true.

Humans who have lost all their 'shares' will not only degenerate into beasts, but also become non-human beings...?

Lilith is reminding Truman not to accept this job.

But it was already too late. After Truman received the job, if he did not complete it, Anton would not give him another job, and the position of apprentice did not have a 'basic salary', which meant that Truman could no longer get paid.

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In this cold and heartless city, being unable to work and not being paid is tantamount to slow suicide.

Finally, perhaps due to the effect of the potion, Truman was now full of confidence that he could complete the job.

He picked up the more complete pottery piece and began to use a small brush to clean the dust on the pottery piece, sweeping out the traces of writing that must have existed on it.

When focusing on a job, time flies quickly. When Truman translated the first word "seven", it was not yet 12 noon. He hurriedly copied the word with a quill on the parchment.

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The pens, ink and parchment used by the apprentices in the workshop are very expensive. It is also a good idea to steal them to exchange for money, but apprentices who dare to do so will not end well.

After completing the translation of the first word, Truman felt that he had a lot of 'share' left.

The existence of ‘share’ is difficult to describe accurately, but it can be accurately measured. The criterion is whether you can think clearly.

So Truman took the bread and bacon prepared by the landlord, drank some sweet wine, and completed his 'lavish' lunch.

On Earth, the single way to feed himself was to order takeout. In this world, where he was busier at work, he could only ask his landlord to prepare meals for him, and the price was 1 gold coin per month... no, 1 gold pound.

The currencies of this world are composed of gold coins, silver coins and copper coins. Their names are gold pounds, silver coins and copper coins respectively. The exchange ratio is 1:20:200.

Now Truman can earn about 10 gold pounds per month, which is a 'high salary' in this city, so he can afford the 'landlord's special offer' of 1 gold pound per month.

Even though Truman knew that the price given by the landlord was not cheap, the food was not delicious.

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At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Truman got the second word "star". At this time, his "share" was not much, but his body and spirit were still exciting. The stimulant brought from the earth lasted beyond expectations.

long.

"The effect is surprisingly good..." Truman muttered.

Even so, getting the third word is still a challenge.

Truman endured the anxiety and uneasiness in his heart due to the reduction of 'share', and continued to use a small brush to clean the dust on the third word.

The origin of these pottery fragments is very mysterious.

It can also be said to be the biggest secret of this workshop.

If we can figure out their origins, we may be able to figure out the extraordinary system of this world. In the entire workshop, only the workshop owner has this knowledge.

Only by getting close to the workshop owner can you have the opportunity to gain access to this knowledge.

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8pm.

It's time to get off work.

Working from 8 a.m. to 8 a.m. with no rest, bringing your own food, piece-rate wages, and no basic salary. If on earth, capitalists who made such regulations would be hung from the street lights.

But in this world, this kind of job is a golden rice bowl that not everyone is eligible for.

Each apprentice who leaves the workshop can receive at least 6 silver orders a day, which is 8 gold pounds a month, and about 100 gold pounds a year, which is much higher than the income of farmers.

In this city, only silk merchants, clothing merchants and drug merchants with excellent reputations can make so much money in a year.

Lilith took her six silver orders for today and hesitated in the workroom, unwilling to leave because Truman's cubicle was still closed.

Anton was also paying attention to the door of Truman's cubicle.

If Truman went home last night and chose to rest for three days before coming back to work, then Anton would be worried about Truman's health.

But if Truman comes to work again the next day, Anton will worry that Truman is too healthy.

So Anton chose to hand over the dangerous task of a ‘continuous word’ to Truman. So, can Truman complete it?

Or will he be like other apprentices, whose 'share' has been reduced to a level that is not enough to withstand the 'pollution', and turned into strange candles?

Just then... the light suddenly appeared.

The light was very, very bright, flowing out of the cubicle as if it were tangible and material, flowing through the feet of Anton and Lilith, through the feet of the apprentices who had not yet left, and then flowing to other areas of the workshop, all the while.

Flows to the mysterious workshop owner.
Chapter completed!