Chapter 188
Some lesser-known languages, or those with little documentation and translation, take exponentially longer to learn.
The only feasible option is to have my simulated self learn, and after completing the study, write down the answers. This way, I can directly see the results of my past efforts.
In fact, Shaer had previously considered an even more extreme idea.
During the last simulation, when the final hour arrived and the hidden sealing object had yet to appear, Shaer had a thought.
What if, in the next simulation, I let my simulated self enter the system's "deep simulation" at the last moment, and through the perspective of that other realm, directly locate the feather?
This would allow me to find the location of that black-blue feather.
However, this idea was merely a fantasy, as discovering the feather's location would be of no use to Shaer.
She had no idea how to fight a sealing object, especially one that appeared to be so much stronger than herself.
It’s worth noting that in the previous simulation, that feather had directly caused a meteor to obliterate Boren City... Without understanding the feather's true power, Shaer wouldn’t act recklessly.
The clues here had come to a halt, and for a moment, Shaer felt a bit disheartened, but she didn’t give up.
This situation was one she was most familiar with.
The enemy was in the light, while she was in the dark.
As long as Shaer was given some time, she would eventually be able to unearth the truth.
If she did nothing according to her original plan and refrained from giving Lucy and Opode any information, she could at least survive for another forty days.
This time frame was incredibly generous for Shaer.
She walked over to her desk, sat down, and picked up a piece of paper, beginning to write.
This was a letter addressed to Aivina.
In the letter, she first expressed her gratitude for Aivina's translations and her generosity—after all, Shaer was nearly out of money, and the funds Aivina sent would indeed help her in a pinch.
Next, Shaer requested to borrow books on the translation and study of the Ancient Ansu language, as well as materials on the Holy War of the Ancient Era—subjects that the academy wouldn’t teach, and of which Shaer knew very little.
Naturally, Shaer needed to learn the Ancient Ansu language, and the materials on the Holy War were related to Tara. Within the Saintly Order where Tara resided, there were records of that peculiar feather, dating back to the Ancient Era.
Understanding that time might provide insights into her investigation.
Moreover, these materials were considered foundational studies and had little to do with the supernatural, so Shaer wouldn’t face misfortune by studying them.
After finishing the letter, Shaer folded it neatly, changed into a new dress, put on her boots, and tucked the letter into her pocket.
Shaer didn’t have maids or servants; she had to do everything herself, including buying envelopes.
But that was just fine; it gave her a chance to catch her breath.
After multiple simulations, Shaer had come to understand that continuous simulations could harm her mental state. If she didn’t take it seriously, she might faint at home.
At that moment, Aivina wasn’t around to keep an eye on her, and without Aivina’s timely healing, she had no idea how long it would take to recover.
With time on her side, the best approach was to take breaks, allowing her mind to rest fully before the next simulation.
And during that break, Shaer wouldn’t waste the time; she could invest it in studying foundational subjects.
What Shaer learned in the simulation of the Ancient Ansu language, even if she mastered it, wouldn’t carry over to her current self.
Only what she learned in reality truly counted.
After stepping out to buy an envelope, Shaer placed the letter inside and headed straight toward Gem Avenue.
Her current residence was just two streets away from Gem Avenue, making it very close.
Soon, Shaer found the jewelry store named "Crystal Clear" on Gem Avenue.
The store seemed to have just opened; Lichi, wearing a mask, was meticulously cleaning the glass display with a cloth, ensuring not a single fingerprint or speck of dust was overlooked.
Compared to her previous job at the factory, this work was clearly much easier, and the pay was better. Lichi cherished her current position.
The only way Shaer could contact Aivina without directly approaching her was through the police station or this jewelry store.
The investigation department at the police station had supernatural beings, so Shaer definitely couldn’t go there. Directly visiting Aivina’s home was also risky.
She didn’t know how close she could get before triggering misfortune, so it was best to keep her distance.
Moreover, visiting the jewelry store meant she could see her sister Lichi again.
According to Aivina, the security and management of this jewelry store were arranged to protect Lichi, meaning that aside from Lichi, there were no other employees.
Taking a deep breath, Shaer walked toward the jewelry store, rising slightly on her toes, reaching out to tap Lichi on the shoulder.
Lichi turned around suddenly, her eyes lighting up as she exclaimed, “Little Shaer?”
She had noticed Shaer’s figure while cleaning the glass, but she hadn’t been sure until that figure approached her. Unable to contain her excitement, Lichi turned around.
“Sister.”
Shaer smiled slightly; seeing her sister made the gloom from the interrupted clues dissipate a bit.
At that moment, Lichi looked down at Shaer and felt an inexplicable sensation.
She sensed that her sister seemed to have changed quite a bit.
Of course, this change wasn’t just about her better clothing; it was more about her gaze, or rather, her aura.
The little Shaer from before, though not expressive, had a playful side, but now she seemed to deliberately suppress that side, wanting to appear more mature.
However, now, as Lichi looked into Shaer’s dark red eyes, it felt as if she were staring into a pool of stagnant water, or blood soaked with countless corpses. This sudden thought sent a chill down Lichi’s spine.
Quickly, she pushed the thought aside and asked Shaer, “It’s been a while since I last saw you… How is Miss Aivina treating you? Is it hard working under her?”
“Yeah, it’s going well. I even got a raise recently.”
Shaer nodded, seemingly recalling something, and said, “But the clinic has been quite busy lately. Once things settle down, let’s move to Gem Avenue, okay, sister?”
“Sure!”
Lichi’s face, hidden behind the mask, broke into a smile as she held Shaer’s cool hand, reluctant to let go.
For some reason, she had a strange premonition that once she released her hand, she wouldn’t know when they would meet again.
The commotion outside caught the store owner’s attention. The slightly plump middle-aged woman stepped out from behind the counter, opened the door, and looked toward Lichi, asking, “Lichi, what’s going on?”
“Sorry, ma’am,”
Lichi reluctantly released Shaer’s hand, turned slightly toward the owner, and bowed her head, “It’s just that my sister happened to pass by, and we were chatting for a bit. I’m really sorry.”
“Oh… it’s fine, no rush. There aren’t any customers anyway; you two can chat.”
Seeing that there was no danger, the middle-aged store owner prepared to return inside.
She had originally been a maid for the Russell family, but as she aged and her health declined from years of hard work, the kind young lady arranged for her to manage the quiet jewelry store.
She certainly knew that Lichi was a key figure under Aivina’s protection, so how could she dare to be rude to Lichi?
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