In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar

I'm going to die...

In my dream last night, I saw the mistress sleeping in the Patishalan thicket of the Kingdom of Floating Bhagavan.

Those purple flower clusters, as beautiful as a moonlit night, were so lovely, just like the image I've longed for countless times in my memory.

The lady of the house beckoned to me, and her hand brushed through my hair.

He said: You should rest.

I'm dying!

I couldn't wait for the mistress to return... but I was happy.

……

The feeling of carving a tombstone for yourself is truly magical; even a lifeless body seems to come alive again.

Those who came later.

Here lies the Flower Mistress, the first and last priestess, Philias.

If you can understand the language of angels, then offer the highest respect to my mistress—the goddess of flowers, the queen of the oasis, the mistress of the kingdom of Flombalika, the mistress of the garden, the queen of flowers, the lord of joy and happiness, the mistress of flowers and moonlit nights, the mistress of dreams, the primordial spirit.

May He be forever beautiful, may the flowers always bloom, and may the moonlit nights and feasts never cease!

I also wish that, after I rest in peace, I may forever be by the side of my mistress.

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"Wang Yan, Wang Yan?"

Estée Lusanne's anxious calls came to my ears.

Wang Yan suddenly came to her senses. The scene before her eyes disappeared, and a trace of sorrow quietly lingered in her heart: "I am here, mentor."

Eros looked at him with a hint of concern in her eyes: "What's wrong? Why did you suddenly freeze?"

Wang Yan then realized that not only Erossen, but also Kavi and Elhesen were looking at him with concern.

"It's nothing, I'm just deciphering the contents of the stone tablet," Wang Yan quickly explained.

"Huh? You can understand it?" Kavi was surprised. "The way Senior Falusan and Elhesen were speaking this kind of script just now probably dates back to the era before the Demon God War."

"I can understand a little bit," Wang Yan said modestly.

Erossen didn't care how her students could understand these things; she was more curious about what was written on them.

Facing his mentor's gaze, Wang Yan gave a brief explanation: "This is not the tomb of the Flower Goddess, but the tomb of a Flower Goddess priest."

Then, a brief account of the life of this flower goddess priestess named [Felias] was given.

The fishy, ​​sturdy, and muscular muscles

Wang Yan hesitated for a moment, then looked at Falushan: "Mentor... I think... could we please not disturb this priest's peaceful slumber?"

Eros raised an eyebrow: "You mean, give up on the research project on this Flower Goddess ruins? You've put in a lot of effort; giving up now would be a loss."

Wang Yan didn't hesitate this time and nodded directly: "Problems can be found anytime, but this priest deserves the respect of future generations."

Wang Yan didn't care much about the priest's faith in the goddess of flowers.

But even in her final moments, when she was powerless to protect her people, she still chose a safe path for them.

Wang Yan approved of this.

His blood flows with reverence for those who protect the borders and the people.

Wang Yan really didn't want to disturb the person's sleep just to write a paper.

A hint of relief flashed in Eros's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. She waved her hand dismissively, feigning displeasure: "Anyway, it's your project, so you can decide for yourself."

Nearby, Kavi and Elhesen exchanged a glance, and Kavi said, "Since you don't want to bother us... then leave first."

Al-Hysen nodded, and the two of them turned and left without looking back.

Although they were curious about the site, it was Wang Yan's problem. Since he said he didn't want to bother him, they, as friends, were willing to support him.

Eros patted Wang Yan on the shoulder and turned to walk back the way she came.

The three left.

Chapter 98 Angel's Blessing

Wang Yan stood in front of the stone tablet, looking at the huge coffin, and did not regret his decision.

Although publishing a paper on what he found here would definitely make him an instant sensation at the Academy, Wang Yan's values ​​made it difficult for him to disturb the peace of such a benevolent person.

“Although I don’t believe in the goddess of flowers, your story is wonderful, and the stone tablet you left behind has given me the language of angels. Consider it payment for these things.”

Wang Yan clasped his hands together, making a gesture of prayer: "May She be forever beautiful, may the flowers forever bloom, may the moonlit nights and joyous feasts never cease!"

As the last syllable fell,

The enormous coffin before him trembled slightly, and a strange ray of light flew out from it and entered Wang Yan's body.

"What is this?"

Wang Yan was taken aback and quickly checked his body, but found no discomfort whatsoever.

Even the slight mental fatigue that had appeared due to the exertion of these past few days of exploring the ruins disappeared.

He felt incredibly strong, like he could kill a bull with a single punch, to use a common metaphor in novels.

"It's an angel's blessing."

A familiar voice rang out behind Wang Yan. He turned around abruptly, and sure enough, a little girl with grass-green hair had appeared behind him at some point.

Under Wang Yan's gaze, Naxi Da slowly walked to the stone tablet, put her hands together, closed her eyes, and seemed to be worshipping the priest.

A few seconds later, she opened her eyes again and looked at Wang Yan: "The language of angels... is not common knowledge even in the World Tree."

With the end of the Eternal Age and the Ritual Age, the angels were punished by the Great King of Law, and most of them degenerated into fairy spirits, no longer able to walk on the earth and guide mankind as they once did. The language of the angels gradually faded from the records of the World Tree.

Undoubtedly, angels originated from the faint light emanating from the Great King of Law, and angelic language is also a language with extraordinary power, especially in this world that has been transformed by the Great King of Law.

Wang Yan remained silent for a moment.

Nasita didn't press further, and continued, "That was an angel's blessing."

Wang Yan looked at her: "Please enlighten me, Goddess of Grass."

He was indeed very curious, as the game before he transmigrated didn't seem to mention anything about angelic blessings.

Even now, his only relevant clue is that on the stone tablet, the priest mentioned that she possessed the blessing of the goddess of flowers.

Recalling the situation just now, what emerged from the coffin and entered one's body was probably the same blessing.

Can blessings be transferred? What kind of blessing is this? Is it an abundant blessing?

Nasita was unaware of Wang Yan's inner thoughts; she couldn't read Wang Yan's mind.

"Long, long ago, before the Seven Gods existed, angels roamed the earth, guiding humanity according to divine principles. Some angels, for various reasons, had profound interactions with certain humans..."

"These angels will then bestow their power as blessings upon these humans."

"This is the blessing of the angels."

After a slight pause, Nasita, seeing that Wang Yan still looked somewhat puzzled, continued, "But because the powers of angels are different, the powers of their blessings are also different. You will need to figure this out yourself."

"However, generally speaking, blessed humans can obtain a strong body and a lifespan that exceeds that of ordinary people."

Wang Yan raised an eyebrow: "So, I'm now considered an immortal being?"

“Haha, half, I guess.” Nasita shook her head with a laugh. “You should be grateful for your kindness. If you forcefully open the coffin, this blessing can turn into a curse.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Yan was immediately startled: "It can even turn into a curse!"

“Of course, the angel’s blessing is based on love. You opened the coffin of the human whom He loves, so that love will naturally turn into hatred towards you.” Nasita said matter-of-factly.

Wang Yan thought about it and agreed. This power could be a blessing or a curse, depending entirely on the choices made by those who came after.

Fortunately, his education before his transmigration instilled in him a sound set of values, making him reluctant to disturb the priest's peaceful slumber. Instead, he received a blessing left behind by the priest.

'Thank goodness I didn't study archaeology, otherwise I'd be in real trouble if my occupational hazard kicked in.'

After internally complaining, Wang Yan looked at Nasita again: "Then, Lady Grass God, how should I explore this power?"

“As I just said, most of the blessings of angels are related to the power they wield. The blessing you receive comes from Marikata, and the direction of your exploration is naturally within the realm she controls,” Nasita replied.

What are the areas that Nabu Marikata controls?

What are the areas of authority of the Goddess of Flowers?

After a moment's thought, Wang Yan got the answer.

His symbolic elements and powers include feasts, moonlit nights, and control over dreams.

"So, this is the direction I need to develop? Dreamscape is fine, but how do I develop Feast and Moonlit Night? I can't exactly obtain a Moon Power account, can I?"

Wang Yan's lips twitched, it was hard to tell whether she was happy or distressed.

Nasita glanced at the stone tablet and coffin again, then said to Wang Yan, "I will inform the instructors that only the upper area of ​​this site will be open. This place will be managed as you wish, and no one will disturb you. After you leave, have Falushan and the others close the entrance."

"I'm leaving now." With that, she waved her hand, her figure dissipated, turning into specks of grass elemental light.

This ability to come and go at will is far more amazing than the power of the grass god shown in the game.

Turning his gaze away, Wang Yan looked at the coffin again, staring at it for a few seconds before giving a slight bow: "Since I have received your favor, then... I will add the story of the Flower Mistress to my storybooks for the children."

This time, the coffin remained still; the priest had already entered the earth's veins.

Wang Yan turned around and looked at the flowers around him. After the blessing light left the coffin, the flowers seemed to have withered quite a bit.

After a moment of thought, Wang Yan tried to recall the feeling of the blessed light entering his body, and then stretched out a hand: "(Angel's words) This place should be full of flowers."

As Wang Yan finished uttering the last syllable, a warm power surged from his body and began to mobilize the surrounding elemental forces in accordance with his will.

Strands of grass and water elemental energy converged in the air, transforming into countless emerald green specks of light that gently fell like a light drizzle, slowly seeping into the surrounding flowerbeds.

The flowers, which had been slightly wilted, swayed gently under the nourishment of this vibrant life force. Their petals unfurled, their leaves became brighter, and the entire sea of ​​flowers seemed to be infused with new vitality, exuding an even richer fragrance.

Previously, Wang Yan was like a computer; he had programs installed inside, but he just couldn't run them because he had no power.

Now, the angel's blessing and the angel's language are like connecting him to electricity and providing computing power, so his computer naturally starts running.

It could even be said that as long as Wang Yan understands enough runes, he can achieve a certain degree of absolute power over his words.

Seeing this scene before him, Wang Yan finally couldn't suppress a smile.

Several months have passed since I transmigrated here, and the other protagonists have all started researching how to ascend to godhood.

And he, Wang Yan, finally possessed a relatively safe supernatural power.

Although he didn't yet understand the underlying principles, Wang Yan was confident that he would be able to figure out what this angel's blessing was and how to control it.

With a flick of his wrist, the surging elemental power subtly receded, and Wang Yan turned and walked towards the outside world.

Main hall of the ruins.

As soon as Wang Yan stepped out of the cave, he saw Fa Lushan and the other two looking at him with serious expressions.

Wang Yan's heart skipped a beat, and she hesitated before asking, "W-what's wrong?"

Then he saw the three of them reach out and clap their hands together.

"Clap clap clap clap~"

Wang Yan was even more confused: "What's going on? Don't scare me!"

Erosan smiled and said, "Congratulations, my best apprentice. You have passed the first hurdle of your academic career: research or the bottom line!"

"Huh?" Wang Yan was taken aback.

"In the history of the Academy of Sciences, many scholars have encountered a problem: when a project has progressed to a certain point, they encounter situations that they do not want to see."

Al-Hysen's voice was calm: "Some are difficulties, some are choices, and the reasons are varied. They may be due to rules, or they may be due to the moral bottom line of the scholar himself."

"Scholars make different choices. Some choose to abide by the rules and follow their own bottom line, while others choose to touch taboos and break the bottom line."

"From the perspective of those who came later, we cannot judge the merits of the two approaches."

"But Wang Yan, you are willing to give up the fame and fortune that are about to be yours for the sake of your conscience. You deserve our applause."

Kavi nodded in agreement: "That's right!"

Wang Yan felt a sense of relief and showed a slightly embarrassed expression: "You startled me. It's not that good. But you guys have helped me for so long, and I just gave up like that..."