Bowen tugged on Ordic's sleeve while simultaneously confirming his identity through status awareness.
"Sir, by chance… is that the Chronal Codex?" Bowen asked, pointing at the thick, hardbound book in Ordic's hands.
Ordic was taken aback. That ancient book was written in the language of Trisan, which had been lost 400 years ago. It was a complex, archaic version of the Chronal Codex, forgotten by modern scholars. In fact, Ordic had gone to great lengths to borrow it from the Grand Library at the main church of Galetea. The book's significance was undeniable—the application process alone had taken two years.
"You can understand the text?" he asked, eyes widening in shock.
"Yeah," Bowen said, scratching his head. In truth, he hadn't realized it was an ancient language. He had simply read the title on the front cover to start a conversation. His Universal Language skill had automatically translated it for him.