MTL - Nightmare’s Call (Summoner of Nightmares)-Chapter 10

Translation progress is extremely slow.

Because of the lack of grammatical research on Gulene's text, Lin Sheng can only make up word by word, which is similar to search engine translation.

In particular, words like slang in some places gave him a headache.

After entering the dream for the second time, after memorizing the transcripts, Lin Sheng could enter the manor every night afterwards.

Every time he entered there, he wrote down two sentences and translated them into Celine. That's the language he uses every day.

This life lasted for four days.

Gradually, with the help of Lin Sheng's previous studies, the translation work gradually went smoothly.

The Guren script is not a special minority language, and there are many related grammar books available for download on the Internet.

Lin Sheng repeatedly checked and also released a lot of information for translation work.

Soon, the first page of that book was gradually translated.

"What really restricts me is memory."

Lin Sheng sat silently in the corner of the sofa, remembering what was translated yesterday.

Today is Sunday. Relatives came to the house.

It was Erbo and his son Lin Zhenyu.

Lin Zhenyu is nineteen years old, one year older than him, but looks very gentle, wearing a pair of square glasses, sitting beside his father without saying a word, just looking down at the foreign language wordbook in his hand.

Erbo Lintao frowned while discussing with his father about the treatment of Grandpa.

According to what he meant, grandpa was old, and this incident happened again. The testament had to be made. How to divide the family property, what opinions of brothers and sisters must be coordinated.

There is a more realistic problem. Grandpa's cemetery must be bought quickly. Who should pay the money and if it is everyone's stand, how should it be divided.

After all, some people are so poor that they can't afford much money.

Grandpa is still alive, and Erbo's worry is not his body, but how the family heritage is divided, and who will pay for it.

Dad Lin's anniversary looks a bit ugly. He rarely speaks in the sitting position, mostly just listening.

Lin Sheng didn't like the second family.

My cousin Lin Zhenyu and my cousin Lin Xiaoxiao had a good time, because their family was much better than him. The place to go was either a bar or a ktv.

Occasionally I heard that a few of them went out for a hike alone at their own expense, taking this as their own grind.

The circles and content they play are higher than Lin Sheng.

Lin Sheng usually only plays with the rest of the siblings, playing game halls and Internet cafes, which is the most common place.

So although the two are of the same age, they don't have the same language at all.

Lin Zhenyu's eyes drifted from time to time, and it also meant that he didn't exist.

This guy studies well and is also a top student in the class. I heard that the last three weeks of the senior high school exam, he passed the tenth grade of their school.

You must know that Lin Zhenyu's school, Huaisha No.1 Middle School, is one of the key high schools in the area. The ordinary Hui'an Middle School attended by Lin Sheng is not at all a level.

Fortunately, when the other party did not exist, Lin Sheng was happy to ignore him.

All his mind was now in the book of dreams.

The previously translated content still flashes in front of him.

‘..... long ago, I, Ravel, the Empire Swordsman II, wanted to leave a biography for myself. ’

‘I used to go to the Sean battlefield, where I conquered seven enemy soldiers on the battlefield. Although I ’ve never mastered the extraordinary, I ’m worthy of the second-level assessment.

Now that I am old, I return to my hometown, and in this despair, I want to leave the last trace of my existence .....

‘..... Now, in my eyes, I can still see the explosion from the devouring post of fire, the shells are flying in the sky, the cold weapons are interlaced with reflections, and the armor of me and my robes collide occasionally.

Someone fell down, somebody climbed up, and the towering shield in front of them continued to tremble, and the smoke-like smoke links rushed into the sky. I ’m not afraid of death, but I do n’t want to die for nothing .... ’

The back is gone.

The whole content of Lin Sheng's translation is just that, combined with the dictionary he bought, and some grammatical materials searched online. He perfected the connection of the sentences, and the information he got was that.

"This is a warrior who has definitely been on the battlefield, the book left." He reasoned so.

After all these days of spiritual research, Lin Sheng has been able to easily grasp some basic vocabulary of ancient Rennes.

He almost flew on the translation day and night.

In my free time, I recite the vocabulary and grammar of memorizing ancient Rennes.

He swears he has never been so crazy, so crazy about studying. The books in the dream are like deadly poppies with seductive fragrance and appeal.

He eagerly wanted to know what the second-level swordsman stood for, and whether that swordplay handbook could really be used to practice swordplay.

"According to the graphics you saw before, it may be possible to get a practice of swordsmanship." Lin Sheng thought.

"Lin Sheng? Lin Sheng?"

Suddenly a shout pulled him out of his mind.

Lin Sheng looked back and saw Lin Zhen Yu Zheng frowning at himself, seeming to call him several times.

"What's the matter?" He snapped back.

"What review materials do you want? I have a lot here. You can take them for photocopying." Lin Zhenyu calmly said.

Lin Sheng froze and glanced at his father.

Obviously, Lin Zhenyu would not take the initiative to say this, and it should be the anniversary of his father Lin.

Seeing that the college entrance examination is going on, Lin Anniversary is also flustered, watching his son can't get up and down, it is estimated that he would like to learn from Lin Zhenyu.

But Lin Sheng was not interested at all.

He has memories of past lives, is far more mature than ordinary students, and studies in general, but because he does not want to learn.

Lin Sheng is completely uninterested in and does not approve of the general exam-oriented education here. He simply thought it was a waste of time.

Being able to maintain a medium level that is not inferior is also a matter of his parents' expectations, and used a little snack.

In fact, he was unwilling to spend too much energy and time on earning points with other children.

He has had enough of this life.

"Review the materials, no need, I have enough here, thank you Zhenyu brother." Lin Sheng replied.

"That's OK." Lin Zhenyu also relaxed. "Yes, next week, your sister Xiao Xiao ’s birthday, we plan to go out and play together, should we?"

"Don't go, it's too tight now." Lin Sheng has no time to deal with this guy now. He fluttered into his dream.

"In fact, you should also get in touch with the larger circles. They are all juniors. They should also have their own plans, what the future is, what direction they want to take, and what route. They should have a clear understanding.

With a hint of superiority, Lin Zhenyu pretended to be a touch of Tao.

"Don't focus on the game console, read miscellaneous books, and come out later, be responsible for your future."

Some words said that there was light on Erbo's face, and Lin Anni was also helpless.