No! Can I Be Your Assistant?(2)

How was this possible?! Babbling couldn't accept it.

Could it be that this little guy had written it incorrectly? But when she carefully examined the unfamiliar ancient Nivian script on the parchment, she sensitively sensed faint magic contained within it!

This indicated one thing, all these ancient Nivian scripts that she didn't recognize were actually real!

Babbling, unwilling to give up, checked the other ancient Nivian scripts that she didn't recognize and then discovered... they were all real too!

[Ding! Detected a shocked emotion!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a golden treasure chest!]

"Hmm?" When Blake saw the system prompt appear,

He turned around and saw Professor Babuling carefully examining a piece of parchment.

On her beautiful face, her expression appeared extremely complex.

"Um... Professor Babbling?"

"Ah... Blake... have you finished writing?"

"Well... not yet, I just wanted to say that this roll of parchment seemed to be running out..."

"Do we have more parchment?"

Babbling gritted her teeth and looked at Blake.

"How much of this ancient Nivian script that you wrote do you not understand?"

Blake asked in confusion.

"Huh? I haven't started writing the parts I don't understand yet."

"Didn't you tell me to finish writing what I've mastered first?"

"It's estimated that it will take several more rolls of parchment to finish."

"Uh..."

Professor Babbling's pupils slightly contracted.

"It will take several volumes of parchment to finish writing? Are you serious?"

Blake nodded.

Of course, the bookcases of Grindelwald and Nicolas Flamel.

He had already finished reading ancient books like the Nivin language among the two bookcases.

Just the ancient books in the Nivin language.

They filled several large bookshelves.

Even with a few more volumes of parchment, it might not be enough!

"So... these are all the ones you have mastered?"

"Yes..."

"Then..."

Professor Babbling pointed persistently at an ancient Nivin text on the parchment.

"What does this word mean?"

Blake glanced at it and said, "This means light."

Professor Babbling frowned slightly, but... doesn't the ancient Nivin text that represents light look different?

She took a blank piece of parchment and wrote down another ancient Nivin text.

Blake glanced at it again and smiled, "This also means light."

"But... these two lights are a bit different."

"Can light be different?"

"Of course! The light represented by this word is much brighter than the light represented by this word. Their brightness is different," Blake replied.

Professor Babbling asked in confusion, "Brightness? Does the ancient Nivin text that represents light also have different brightness?"

"Yes, just like the colour shade of a girl's lipstick..."

"It is a general term for red, but it is divided into many different shades."

"Light can also have different intensities."

"For example, this represents fire, but it is a small fire, while this represents a large fire."

Blake wrote two ancient Nivin texts on the parchment with a quill pen.

"Although both of these words represent fire, their intensities are completely different..."

Professor Babbling nodded in realization, then pointed to another symbol and asked,

"What does this mean? It looks like the ancient Nivin text that represents water, but upon closer inspection, it seems to have a little..."

"Because this represents acidic water."

"This ancient Nivin text is a bit dangerous. Once activated, it will produce a pool of highly corrosive acid water..."

Next, Blake patiently answered the questions raised by Professor Babbling.

Babbling listened with great interest...

However, she quickly realized that something was not quite right.

'Was it not... not agreed that I would guide him in ancient Runic, right?'

'Why is he now guiding me instead?'

Thinking of this,

Even though Babbling's face was as thick-skinned as a city wall,

Now it was turning red.

She looked at Blake with a sharp gaze.

"You know so much, you don't need me to guide you, do you?"

But Blake seemed oblivious to Babbling's dangerous gaze.

"I still have a lot to learn, I want to ask you later..."

Babbling:...

"I ask you, how many ancient Runic texts have you memorized but not yet mastered?"

Blake thought seriously, "I haven't counted... but these several volumes of parchment are definitely not enough to write everything."

Babbling rolled up her sleeves in anger.

"You little bastard, you clearly know more than me, yet you come to ask me for guidance?"

"Are you here to make fun of me?"

Blake looked at Babbling with a shocked expression.

"Professor... could it be... what I just wrote..."

Babbling gritted her teeth and said in frustration,

"Yes, what you just wrote, you have completely mastered ancient Runic!"

"I only barely recognize two-thirds of it... and understand even less..."

Blake looked at Babuling in shock, "No... it can't be... it's quite simple."

Babbling had a vein popping on her forehead, "Yes, I know, but please don't remind me anymore."

[Ding! Extremely frustrated emotion detected.]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a golden treasure chest!]

Blake fell silent for a moment.

The professor of ancient Runic at the school, who knew and taught ancient Runic, actually knows less than him...

This was somewhat unexpected to him.

But it was also because Blake had become too accustomed to his own abilities.

He ignored the fact that others didn't have cheat codes.

Who else could have his terrifying memory and extraordinary talent?

For an ancient Runic text, he could remember and understand it in no time.

Who could have such a learning speed?

Professor Babbling was only in her early twenties.

In fact, she just graduated a few years ago.

It was already remarkable to have such a profound knowledge of ancient Runic script.

Blake just wrote over ten thousand ancient Runic symbols.

Professor Babbling can recognize two-thirds of them, which was extremely rare.

But how could one compare themselves to a genius?

Blake scratched his head and looked at Professor Babbling.

At this moment, Professor Babbling was squatting on her favourite sofa, drawing circles.

Her proficiency in the ancient Runic script was not even as good as her student's.

This made her feel ashamed.

Blake looked at Professor Babbling, who used to be cheerful and outgoing.

He was also a bit at a loss.

"You... you should go back first, it's already late," Babbling said dejectedly.

"Um... Professor, actually...," Blake sat next to Babbling, trying to explain and comfort her.

"You don't need to explain, I know, it's not your fault."

"Actually, you don't know... you don't know that as a professor of ancient Runic script, my level is far inferior to yours..."

"I... I'm just a useless person. After studying ancient Runic script for so many years, I'm not even as good as a first-grader."

"I'm sorry for being born as a human. I will resign and leave tomorrow to find another professor."

Blake panicked. There's no "cloud of depression" in this world!

How did he make the professor so depressed?

Just as Blake was about to scratch his head bald, Babbling suddenly jumped up.

"Haha! Did I scare you? Did you think I was depressed?"

"You... you're not?" Blake asked.

Babuling stared at him. "Are you really trying to make me depressed?"

Blake shook his head repeatedly.

"Alright, alright! Although I'm not as good as you, it's not a big deal. You're so talented, doesn't that mean you can provide great help for my research project?"

"This is a good thing!"

"But..."

Babuling suddenly sat next to Blake and hugged his shoulder.

"The plan seems to be changing. How about I become your assistant?"

"Huh?"

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