Chapter 71: The Correct Way to Use Little Will

“Young man, worry is an unresolvable sorrow. Living in this chaotic and noisy world, anger, sadness, pain, jealousy, panic, and regret are always unavoidable.” The masked rabbit man followed closely behind Little Will, chattering, “Do you want to resolve your sorrow? Do you want to solve your worries? Come on, open your heart, release your desires, and you will find that all worries are but fleeting clouds, all sorrows are but excessive self-consciousness, all…” “Young man, are you listening?”

“Yo, Will, are you going on a date?” A familiar voice sounded, the slacker tone and manner of which sounded all too familiar.

Seeing the person, Little Will rolled his eyes dramatically and responded helplessly, “Sir Wall, please swear by the name of the Goddess that you truly don’t know what I’m going to do, otherwise I won’t believe a word you say.”

“Nah, Will, that’s disrespectful to the Goddess. How can you doubt a loyal knight of the Goddess?” Sir Wall looked very hurt, clutching his chest with a pained expression. “Besides, I know very well, Will, that you go to a women’s club every holiday. There’s nothing but beautiful women there, and you’re the only man. Will, do you dare swear to the Goddess that there are other men besides you? Can you deny that everyone there except you is a beautiful woman?”

“Heh heh, why would I deny it?” Little Will curled his lip disdainfully. “Trying to use such a simple trick to make me misspeak, Sir Wall, aren’t you underestimating my intelligence? By the way, are you very free today? Or are you just simply wanting to go to the women’s club with me? I get it, so you’re a masochist, and you got off on being beaten by Senior Knight Molly!”

“Bang!” Sir Wall punched Little Will hard on the head. “My friend, you’ve changed! To say such a thing, it’s really, really, alas, as expected of someone who has read ‘Playboy’ a hundred times.”

“This has nothing to do with ‘Playboy,’ okay? Anyone who encounters a strange, inexplicable person first thing in the morning would react this way, right?” Little Will blinked.

“Oh, no! My dear friend, so in your eyes, I’m just a strange, inexplicable person. That’s truly too heartbreaking, so…” Sir Wall had an expression that said, ‘I’m very sad, and you’re not going to give me an explanation.’

“So?” Little Will also cooperated by making a puzzled expression.

“Ten copies of ‘Playboy,’ the latest ten editions of ‘Playboy,’ um, no, it should be the latest version from a month ago, help me take a look.” Sir Wall finally understood. Little Will was not only Professor Weiser’s student, and not just a chess piece chosen by Professor Weiser, or merely the fuse that ignited this opening battle. He was actually proficient in multiple languages, including ancient scripts. They had gone through great lengths to trick and snatch the ‘Playboy’ from Little Will’s hands, found the hidden information within, but then still needed to find a specialized translator. Who would have thought that the correct way to utilize Little Will was not to obtain these materials from him, but to directly have him translate them?

This was also the conclusion Sir Wall reached after re-evaluating the situation, reviewing it, and repeatedly considering it over the past few days. Could someone entrusted with things by Professor Weiser be an ordinary person? Even if he was only thirteen, he had, after all, studied with Professor Weiser for three years. Such treatment, even among the high-ranking kings across the continent, would not be afforded to more than ten people. This referred to situations of full guidance and even customized learning materials. Initially, Sir Wall didn’t know any of this, thinking Little Will was just an ordinary student at Mirdis Intermediate Academy, even if he was a bit outstanding and received more attention, he was still just an ordinary student. But as more and more things happened, and the information Sir Wall gathered about Mirdis Intermediate Academy became richer, he discovered that Little Will was actually not ordinary at all.

Professor Weiser did not show special favoritism to anyone at school, not even to Little Will, who was the top student in his grade. However, what Little Will learned and wrote in Professor Weiser’s bookstore after school, which Sir Wall could piece together from snippets of student conversations, was ‘extensive knowledge.’ This was no longer extensive in the usual sense; it was doubtful if anyone in the entire city of Drake knew more about languages than him.

It could be said that Professor Weiser had laid an incredibly solid foundation for Little Will, allowing him to acquire more knowledge through familiarity. A small portion of the books in Professor Weiser’s bookstore were quite obscure and profound; it could be said that not many people in the entire city of Drake could understand them, and Little Will was undoubtedly the youngest among them. Professor Weiser had left, perhaps because he had let go, believing he had completed his mission, and left the remaining cleanup work to Little Will and all the official forces in Drake City. He said nothing, yet he manipulated everything from behind the scenes. Perhaps he was now far away, receiving intelligence from here and secretly chuckling to himself. Everyone underestimated Little Will, this thirteen-year-old child—the church, the city hall, the school of wizards—even Sir Wall himself initially didn’t take this child seriously, thinking it was all just a coincidence, and that he was merely a chess piece Professor Weiser had casually chosen. It wasn’t until later, when this little guy began knight training, and his strength advanced by leaps and bounds, on the verge of becoming a formal knight, that he finally caught Sir Wall’s attention, who then began to seriously consider his talent and meticulously gather information about Little Will.

Yes, not information about Professor Weiser, but information about Little Will himself. It was then that Sir Wall realized Little Will was not ordinary at all; describing him as exceptionally talented was no exaggeration.

“Oh, my God, powerful Temple Knight Sir Wall, I am sincerely worried about your intelligence. Can you really not understand ‘Playboy’ anymore?” Little Will looked at the Temple Knight, whose forehead was lined with black, with a horrified expression, unable to help but break into a wide smile.

“Then, this passage is excerpted from your ‘Playboy 50th Anniversary Collector’s Edition.’ Could you explain it to me?” Sir Wall handed Little Will a half-page piece of paper, obviously torn from a common diary.

Little Will was slightly puzzled. Weren’t they supposed to be acting? What did it mean to give him a text excerpted from ‘Playboy’? “Oh, it’s ancient script, it seems very interesting.” Little Will recognized the origin of the text at a glance, and suddenly felt something unusual in front of him. The rabbit-masked man also leaned over at this moment, “Ah la ah la, it really is ancient script. Young man, you’re not an ordinary young man, are you? Ancient script isn’t something just anyone can access.”

Little Will held the strip of paper, his fingers tracing over the ancient characters one by one, his brow slightly furrowed, but his steps did not slow. “Most ancient texts are quite peculiar. Depending on different periods, kingdoms, and ethnic groups, the scripts vary widely. Although I can confirm that the text on this paper is ancient script, there isn’t just one kind; I just quickly scanned it and saw at least three different ancient scripts. And that’s just a simple visual assessment. Then, to decipher each character and combine them, even a regular scholar would need some time, right? When do you need it? Do you need a precise translation or a general one?”

“How long would a general translation take? And how long for a precise translation?” Sir Wall’s gaze towards Little Will immediately changed. He knew that even the Church headquarters only managed a rough translation of these texts, taking several days, and this thirteen-year-old boy could actually translate them himself. It seemed his previous guess was indeed correct; this young boy was the helper Professor Weiser left behind to assist with deciphering texts. Everyone had simply underestimated him, or instinctively excluded this low-status young boy from decision-making.

“A general translation would take about fifteen minutes, as the grammar of ancient texts differs from modern grammar, and with at least three different scripts involved, it’s much more troublesome than a single script. For a precise translation, I would need to use the reference books in Professor Weiser’s bookstore; it would probably take most of a day to translate it accurately.” Little Will’s words almost made Sir Wall stumble and fall, and at the same time, he wished he could grab his past self from a month ago and give him a good beating. How many detours had he taken? The true genius was right beside him all along.