Copying

Xiao Lin clicked his tongue when he heard that. No wonder the old man was so quick to agree on paying him daily; if just being late would deduct a whole day's wages, then he might not even have any money at the end of the day. 

Xiao Lin sat on his desk in the corner, and in front of him was a thick stack of white paper. A few pages were already full of Ancient Normese. Lolander walked over and said softly, "This was originally my job, but I can finally hand it over to you! According to the rules Professor Brown set, the person with the lowest level in Ancient Normese would be in charge of recording, and now that's you."