My Job Is Quite Unique Chapter 95

Chapter 95: The Name Precedes the Arrival (Ten Thousand Words in Three Updates!)

“Didn’t you say that news between cities is hard to circulate?” Su Chen asked in a low voice.

Gu Bing, who was standing in front of him, turned around, looking a bit helpless, and lowered her voice:

“But you became Old Xia’s student, the Third Judge must know about it. Old Xia acted first and reported later, and then gave you a City Lord position. It’s probably making that person quite annoyed.”

“Moreover, because of Old Xia’s special status, many people should already know your name.”

“Alright.” Su Chen sighed.

The others who were eavesdropping nearby couldn’t help but show envy on their faces. As for jealousy, they could only hide it.

The person hasn’t arrived yet, but their name has already spread, and can even create a stir in Ying Feng. Who wouldn’t be envious?

Gu Bing clapped her hands and said, “Everyone, there’s still some time before the Tribunal’s assessment. The ordinary students of Southwind Academy will be arranged by me. City Lord Yuan will cover the basic expenses. As for the others, they will be responsible for themselves.”

Du Yu and the others didn’t care. They had money and various precious metals, just waiting to spend them.

“Su Chen… you’re not a member of the Tribunal yet, so you have to stay outside too.” Gu Bing specifically told Su Chen again.

Su Chen nodded, but his gaze swept to Yang Yan, who was walking out carrying a small metal box.

Inside that box was a Holy Word Stone… Su Chen’s heart stirred slightly, and he called out, “Judge Yang…”

Yang Yan’s footsteps paused, and Su Chen leaned in, “Are you going to the Translation Department?”

“Yes.” Yang Yan nodded. “The Holy Word Stone needs to be sent to the Translation Department for unified processing.”

“Can I come with you?” Su Chen asked, then added, “My teacher, Mr. Yuan, specifically told me that when the Holy Word Stone is delivered to Ying Feng, they must not forget Nanfeng.”

“After all, this profession is extraordinary.”

Inferior cities that unearthed Holy Word Stones from ruins could send them to Ying Feng if they couldn’t decipher them themselves. Ying Feng would share the deciphered information.

However, the Translation Department holds a respected position. Some professions that are not very important to them are cast aside after deciphering, and no one dares to rush them.

The inferior cities had no choice but to swallow the loss, at most sending a few more inquiries.

“Yuan Chenyang… really…” Yang Yan shook his head with a wry smile, pondering for a moment, “You are Old Xia’s student, so it’s fine for you to come along.”

It wasn’t Nanfeng’s legitimate request that allowed Su Chen to go, but his identity as Old Xia’s student.

“Thank you.” Su Chen nodded, quite curious about the Translation Department, especially after discovering the Morning Star Tier – Crimson Flame Resonant Grand Master.

Since professional information can be inscribed on the outer rings of Ying Feng, its interior might hold more information, and the Translation Department is the most likely place.

And he also remembered something about a “Saint.” The first job requirement for a Grand Master is a profound purple talent, and he’s still only crimson gold.

He followed Yang Yan, and the others looked at their retreating figures with complex expressions.

Throughout the journey, Gu Bing, this older sister, occasionally chatted with everyone, but Yang Yan rarely showed his face, and even when he did, his attitude was cold.

Only Su Chen could make his attitude soften.

Leaving the airship dock, Yang Yan took Su Chen to the underground parking lot via elevator. After completing the formalities, he retrieved a black hovercar.

“…Translator isn’t a profession…” Yang Yan signaled Su Chen to fasten his seatbelt before answering his question: “Isn’t it strange? All walks of life have professional derivations, but those who translate Holy Word Stones aren’t professionals.”

“Translating Holy Word Stones requires consulting a lot of information and relies more on one’s own accumulation. It’s difficult to take shortcuts, at most with the aid of special professions that enhance memory or comprehension.”

“So it’s purely about accumulation…” Su Chen murmured.

“Yes.” Yang Yan further explained, “The duty of the Translation Department isn’t just to translate professions. Many texts from ruins also need their help. Otherwise, even if a certain spell or technological data is discovered, it can’t be used…”

Su Chen listened to him, and only then truly understood that the status of the Translation Department came not only from translating Holy Word Stones, but also from being the cornerstone of civilizational revival.

However, professional translation is a very large part of it.

What is recorded on the Holy Word Stone is essentially a kind of text, but it’s encrypted.

“…However, besides specialized translators, there’s another way to translate.”

The hovercar started and entered the lane. Seeing his curiosity, Yang Yan was willing to say more.

“Oh?” Su Chen became interested.

“You know some people have an affinity for specific professions, right?” Yang Yan asked.

“I know that.” Su Chen nodded.

Yang Yan pondered for a moment, as if trying to figure out how to explain it:

“Take the Holy Word Stone in the box behind us as an example. Although we don’t know exactly what’s written on it, if you have a special affinity for its profession, it will reveal some information in a mysterious way.”

“It can be like this?” Su Chen’s eyes lit up.

“Yes…” Yang Yan sighed, “The Holy Word Stone isn’t just a simple stone slab. The characters and symbols on it change all the time.”

“Someone in the Translation Department has kept a record. Even for the simplest Tier 1 professions, the total number of changing character and symbol combinations exceeds 100,000.”

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

“Perhaps it was truly used by gods…” Su Chen couldn’t help but say. “The Translation Department actually has such a guess…” Yang Yan didn’t think Su Chen was talking nonsense.

The two chatted casually, passing through the bustling Ying Feng city. Dense, three-dimensional traffic tracks, like a torrent, shuttled between buildings, stretching endlessly.

The glass curtain walls on the tall buildings even had holographic advertisement projections, and the styles of hovercars were becoming increasingly varied.

The black bionic coating on Yang Yan’s car body even showed a scaly luster as the speed changed, to reduce friction.

This journey took longer than Su Chen expected. It was completely dark by the time they reached their destination.

A silver full moon hung high overhead, casting down silver light.

“We’re here.”

“Moon…” Su Chen got out of the car and looked up, feeling both strange and familiar.

Yang Yan took out the metal box from behind and sighed, “I heard that before the mist spread, there was such a thing in the sky. It’s hard to imagine.”

Su Chen’s meaning was unclear, “Who’s to say otherwise?”

“Let’s go.” Yang Yan called, and Su Chen came back to his senses, looking at the Translation Department in front of him.

This was an extremely vast area, with clusters of cyan-gray alloy buildings, each with honeycomb patterns etched into its exterior walls.

The outer defenses were even stricter, with sentries patrolling every short distance.

Yang Yan parked the car outside, and as they walked, he whispered, “Inside, be careful what you say.”

“The people in the Translation Department are very arrogant. Remind them not to forget Nanfeng City, but only once. Regardless of whether they are absent-minded or impatient, it’s best not to say it a second time.”

“I thought the Ying Feng Tribunal was the biggest,” Su Chen muttered.

Yang Yan glanced at him and explained in a low voice, “That’s right, but the scales of these two are different. The Translation Department, including apprentices, has only a hundred official members, not even a single squadron of the Tribunal.”

“The individual value is higher. If the Chief Judge came, the situation would naturally be different, but we’re just judges here.”

“Identity?” The emotionless guards on both sides of the gate stopped them. They were wearing thick black combat armor, which looked more technologically advanced than the armor in Nanfeng.

“Tribunal, Disciplinary Adjudication Department—Fourth-level Judge—Yang Yan.” Yang Yan took out his ID card, “Ordered to deliver the Holy Word Stone.”

After taking it, the guard touched the device on his arm, and a virtual screen popped up with an anti-peeping function. From Su Chen’s angle, it was a blurred mess.

“Even the gatekeepers are professionals. As expected of Ying Feng…” Su Chen calculated.

“Go in.” The guard’s expression softened a little, but he merely moved aside to make way.

Entering the inner road, there were quite a few people coming and going. The roads intersected, and everyone stood on silver metal discs, moving very quickly.

Yang Yan also collected a metal disc at the guardhouse. After the two stood on it, a virtual screen popped up. After swiping for a while to lock the target, the metal disc flew out rapidly.

Soon they arrived in front of a metal building on the left.

Entering the lobby, it was quite spacious, with a silvery-white floor stretching to the end.

Yang Yan came to the front desk directly opposite the entrance and politely asked, “Excuse me, is Professor Sang Hanhai available?”

The front desk appeared to be an extremely delicate woman, almost unreal, with azure blue ripples in her pupils. Her voice had no emotional fluctuations. “Sorry, please wait a moment…”

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

Yang Yan was not surprised, “Okay, please make an appointment. This is a Holy Word Stone from Nanfeng.”

“Appointment confirmed.”

After receiving the confirmation, Yang Yan led Su Chen to a nearby seat to wait. Seeing Su Chen still subtly glancing at the front desk, he couldn’t help but say, “This is a mechanical puppet, mainly for auxiliary work.”

“The Translation Department has a special status. Ordinary people can’t enter, and it’s not realistic for high-level professionals to be at the front desk.”

Yang Yan explained, “This kind of thing is quite popular in Ying Feng. It can help with a lot of mundane tasks, but the price is not low.”

Su Chen secretly wondered if this thing counted as a secret tool.

The two chatted idly.

“You’re asking about the upper limit of professional tiers?” Yang Yan gazed at him in surprise, then shook his head, “Who knows? The most powerful professional I know is only Tier 7 Intermediate…”

“As for the upper limit, Tier 9, Tier 10, or even Tier 100 are all possible,” he said nonsensically.

Su Chen was speechless. He originally wanted to subtly inquire about the “Morning Star Tier,” but Yang Yan didn’t know much either.

Seeing Su Chen’s speechless expression, Yang Yan instead grinned and said, “I know you young people are full of yearning for high-tier and top-tier professions, but that’s not necessarily a good thing.”

“Some high-tier professional information itself can be poisonous, and coming into contact with it can cause self-injury.” At this point, his expression became more serious.

“Poisonous?” Su Chen’s heart trembled, and he showed a questioning look. He had never heard of such a thing before.

(End of this chapter)