My profession is too unique.

Chapter 95: His Name Arrives Before He Even Arrives (10,000 words in the third update!)

"Isn't it said that news is difficult to circulate between cities?" Su Chen asked in a low voice.

Standing in front of him, Gu Bing turned around, slightly helpless, and lowered her voice:
"But you've become Elder Xia's student. Surely the Third Judge will find out. Elder Xia acted first and reported later, and then gave you the position of city lord. I bet that person is quite frustrated."

"Moreover, because of Elder Xia's special status, quite a few people should already know your name."

"Okay." Su Chen sighed.

Those listening intently nearby couldn't help but show envy on their faces, though they could only hide their jealousy.

Before he even arrived, his name had already spread, and he was able to create quite a stir in Yingfeng. Who wouldn't envy that?

Gu Bing clapped his hands and said, "Everyone, there is still some time before the court's assessment. I will arrange the ordinary students of Southern Academy, and City Lord Yuan will be responsible for the basic expenses. As for the others, they are responsible for their own expenses."

Du Yu and his group didn't care; they had money on them, carrying various precious metals, and were just waiting to spend it.

“Su Chen…you’re not a member of the court yet, so you’ll have to live outside as well,” Gu Bing said specifically to Su Chen.

Su Chen nodded, but his gaze swept over Yang Yan, who was carrying a small metal box, as he walked out.

Inside is the Sacred Word Stone… Su Chen’s heart stirred slightly, and he called out, “Judge Yang…”

Yang Yan paused, and Su Chen leaned closer. "Are you heading to the Translation Department?"

"Yes." Yang Yan nodded: "The Sacred Word Stones should be sent to the Translation Office in a unified manner."

"May I go with you?" Su Chen asked, then added, "My teacher, Mr. Yuan, specifically told me that when the Sacred Word Stone is delivered to Yingfeng, he must tell them not to forget Nanfeng."

"After all, this job is extraordinary."

If a lower-level city cannot decipher a Sacred Stone excavated from a ruin, it can send it to Yingfeng, who will then share it once they have deciphered it.

However, the translation department held a prestigious position, and some jobs that were not very important to them were put aside after the code was deciphered, and no one dared to urge them to take on these responsibilities.

The lower-level cities have no choice but to suffer in silence, at most sending a few messages to ask more questions.

“Yuan Chenyang… really…” Yang Yan chuckled and shook his head, then pondered for a moment: “You are Elder Xia’s student, so it’s fine for you to go with him.”

What led Su Chen there was not Nanfeng's legitimate demands, but rather his identity as Xia Hanshi's student.

"Thank you." Su Chen nodded, quite curious about the Translation Department, especially after discovering the Morning Star Rank - Crimson Flame Thunder Venerable.

Since professional information can be engraved on the outer ring of Yingfeng, the internal part may hold more information, and the Translation Department is the most likely candidate.

And that so-called "Saint," he remembered it too. The first requirement for becoming a Great Venerable was a Profound Purple level talent, while he was only Crimson Gold.

He left with Yang Yan, and the crowd watched their retreating figures with complicated expressions.

Along the way, Gu Bing, the older sister, would occasionally chat with everyone, but Yang Yan basically didn't show up, and even when he did, his attitude was very cold.

Only Su Chen could soften his attitude.

After leaving the spaceship dock, Yang Yan led Su Chen to the lower parking lot by elevator. After completing the formalities, they retrieved a black hovercar.

“…Translator is not a profession…” Yang Yan gestured for Su Chen to fasten his seatbelt before answering his question: “It’s strange, isn’t it? Every industry has its own professions, but translating the Sacred Word Stone is not a profession.”

"Translating the sacred stone requires researching a lot of information, but even more so, it relies on one's own accumulation of knowledge. There are few shortcuts to this; at most, there are some special professional assistance methods that can improve memory or comprehension."

"So it was all about accumulation..." Su Chen murmured.

“Hmm.” Yang Yan further explained, “The Translation Bureau’s responsibilities aren’t limited to translation. They also help with the texts found in many ruins; otherwise, even if a certain technique is discovered, the technological data is useless…”

After listening to him, Su Chen truly understood that the status of the Translation Office came not only from translating the sacred stone, but could be said to be the cornerstone of the revival of civilization.

However, professional translators make up a very large portion of this group.

The inscription on the sacred stone is essentially a form of writing, albeit an encrypted one.

"...However, besides professional translators, there is another way of translating."

The hovercar started and disappeared into the lane. Seeing his curiosity, Yang Yan was willing to talk more.

"Oh?" Su Chen became interested.

“You know, some people have a certain affinity for a particular profession, right…” Yang Yan asked.

“I know that,” Su Chen nodded.

Yang Yan pondered for a moment, seemingly trying to figure out how to explain:

"Take the Holy Word Stone in the box behind as an example. Although we don't know exactly what is recorded on it, if you have a special affinity for your profession, some information will be revealed in the dark."

"You can do that?" Su Chen's eyes lit up.

“Yes…” Yang Yan sighed, “The Sacred Word Stone is not a simple stone slab; the symbols on it are changing every moment.”

"Someone in the translation department has kept records. Even for the simplest first-level profession, the total number of different combinations of written symbols exceeds 100,000."

"Moreover, the Twisted God Cult can use it to reduce the cost of communicating with the Twisted God. The Holy Word Stone itself is an extremely precious material."

“Perhaps it really was used by the gods…” Su Chen couldn’t help but say. “The Translation Department actually has this speculation…” Yang Yan didn’t think Su Chen was talking nonsense.

The two chatted casually as they passed through the bustling Yingfeng urban area. The dense network of elevated rail lines flowed like a torrent between the buildings, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Holographic advertising projections are even displayed on the glass curtain walls of skyscrapers, and the styles of hovercars have become increasingly bizarre.

The black biomimetic coating on Yang Yan's car body surface can display a scale-like luster as the speed changes, in order to reduce friction.

The journey took longer than Su Chen had anticipated; they didn't arrive at their destination until it was completely dark.

A silvery full moon hung high overhead, casting its silvery glow.

"arrive."

“The moon…” Su Chen got out of the car, looked up, and felt both unfamiliar and familiar.

Yang Yan took out a metal box from behind and said with emotion, "I heard that this thing existed in the sky before the fog spread. It's hard to imagine."

Su Chen's expression was ambiguous. "Who says it isn't?"

"Let's go," Yang Yan called out, and Su Chen finally snapped out of his daze and looked at the translation office in front of him.

This is a vast area covered by clusters of bluish-gray alloy buildings, each with honeycomb patterns etched on its exterior walls.

The perimeter is under stricter security, with sentries patrolling at regular intervals.

Yang Yan parked the car outside and whispered as he walked, "When we get inside, watch your words."

“The people in the translation department are arrogant. Remind them not to forget Nanfeng City, just once. Don’t worry about whether they are inattentive or impatient. It’s best not to say it a second time.”

"I thought the Yingfeng Court was the biggest," Su Chen muttered.

Yang Yan glanced at him and explained in a low voice, "That's right, but the two are different in size. The translation department, including apprentices, has no more than a hundred full-time staff, which is not even enough for a squadron of the court."

“The individual value is relatively high. If the presiding judge were here, the situation would naturally be different, but we are judges, aren’t we?”

"Identity?" Standing on either side of the gate, the expressionless guards stopped the two. They were wearing thick black combat armor, which looked more technologically advanced than Nanfeng's armor.

"Courtroom, Disciplinary Tribunal—Level Four Judge—Yang Yan." Yang Yan took out his identification card. "I am here to deliver the Sacred Word Stone."

After the guard received the call, he touched the device on his arm, which brought up a virtual screen with a privacy function. From Su Chen's angle, the screen was blurry.

“The gatekeepers are all professionals, no wonder it’s Yingfeng…” Su Chen estimated.

"Go in." The guard's expression softened slightly, but he merely made way for them.

Upon entering the inner road, there were quite a few people coming and going. The roads crisscrossed, and everyone was standing on silver metal discs, moving very quickly.

Yang Yan also received a metal disc from the gatekeeper. After the two of them stood on it, a virtual screen popped up. After swiping around for a while to lock onto the target, the metal disc suddenly flew out.

Soon we arrived at a metal building on the left.

Upon entering the hall, one finds it quite spacious, with a silver-white floor stretching to the horizon.

Yang Yan approached the reception desk directly opposite the main entrance and politely inquired, "Excuse me, Professor Sang Hanhai, are you available?"

The receptionist was an extremely refined woman, almost unreal, with shimmering blue light in her pupils. Her voice was devoid of any emotion. "Excuse me, please wait a moment..."

“This is…” Su Chen was quite surprised and carefully examined the “woman” in front of him.

Yang Yan was not surprised. "Okay, please make an appointment. This is the Sacred Word Stone from Nanfeng."

"Reservation made."

After receiving a response, Yang Yan led Su Chen to a seat to wait. Seeing that Su Chen was still glancing at the front desk, he said, "This is a mechanical puppet, mainly for auxiliary work."

"The translation department has a special status, and ordinary people cannot get in. It is also unrealistic to expect high-level professionals to work as receptionists."

Yang Yan explained, "This thing is quite popular in Yingfeng. It can help with a lot of miscellaneous tasks, but the price is not low."

Su Chen wondered to himself whether this thing counted as a secret artifact.

The two of them chatted one after another.

"You mean the upper limit of a profession's rank?" Yang Yan looked at him in surprise, then shook his head and said, "Who knows? The most powerful profession I know of is only mid-seventh rank..."

"As for the upper limit, it could be the ninth, tenth, or even a hundredth rank," he said, making things up.

Su Chen was speechless. He had wanted to subtly inquire about the "Morning Star Rank," but it turned out that Yang Yan didn't know much either.

Seeing Su Chen's speechless expression, Yang Yan grinned instead, "I know you young people are full of longing for high-level and top-level, but that's not a good thing."

"Some high-level professional information is toxic; contact with it can cause harm." He became more serious as he said this.

"Poisonous?" Su Chen was slightly shocked and looked inquisitive. He had never heard of such a thing before.

(End of this chapter)