frightfiction Chapter 411 An unexpected surprise
Chapter 411 An unexpected surprise
Yuan Zhuoyue said nothing, but just complained in his heart.
Is it more similar than the handwriting on the forged contract that states that Mondstadt will return to Liyue?
But then she looked thoughtful again.
The template given by the middle-aged man was too blurry. One could only make out some outlines and use these outlines to identify the words.
But the specific details are vague and difficult to detect.
It was for this reason that when she wrote the ancient texts of Liyue, she followed the knowledge that the Moraxes had stuffed into her mouth in a cramming manner and had her swallowed whole.
Regarding words and memories, they are slowly depicted stroke by stroke according to my own impression of them.
Now, both the middle-aged man and Wendy, the God of Wind who once forged Morax's signature, clearly stated that the self she wrote now was similar to Morax.
Upon hearing the news, Gui Zhong and Ruo Tuo Dragon King also came forward, but from the more obvious expressions on their faces, one could not tell that their judgment was the same.
From this, Yuan Zhuoyue also came to a conclusion.
When Morax taught her, the teaching materials he used were all notes by Morax himself.
After quickly going through all the thoughts in his mind, Yuan Zhuoyue said to Wendy lightly, "...Maybe it's because of muscle memory. Just like people who wear glasses for a long time, when they encounter certain situations without wearing glasses, they will subconsciously push the glasses on the bridge of their nose."
Perhaps it was true that this was the reason why she was using Morax's body now. When Yuan Zhuoyue was writing before, her writing was extremely smooth, as if she was assisted by God.
If it were in the past, it would probably take her a lot of time to write so many words with a brush.
After hearing Yuan Zhuoyue's explanation, Wendy smiled noncommittally, and then revealed a slightly deliberate look of realization: "This does sound very reasonable!"
Then he turned his head and looked at the two figures standing beside Yuan Zhuoyue, and asked with a smile: "What do you two think?"
King Ruotu stared at the paper held in the middle-aged man's hand, frowning slightly, but it was difficult to tell what he was thinking about.
Gui Zhong pondered for a moment and slowly said, "...it is indeed possible."
The middle-aged man who saw the handwriting was so emotional that he had no time to care about what was happening here.
After slightly restraining the expression on his face, he came to Yuan Zhuoyue's side very eagerly: "Mr. Zhongli, you are too modest! How could I believe your humble words!"
He was holding the ancient paper and ink that he had prepared earlier. "Quick! Mr. Zhongli is not weak. While your hands are still feeling good, copy the words again. These papers and pens are perfect for you!"
Yuan Zhuoyue did not rush to act, but just asked again: "You want to forge this ancient scroll, and the title is really just to make your seriously ill father feel at ease?"
The middle-aged man responded repeatedly: "That's all! Mr. Zhongli, are you worried that I want to use your calligraphy to do something illegal?"
"Don't worry." He immediately swore: "I will definitely use the things you copied for the right purpose and will not use them for other purposes. If you don't believe me, I can still swear that if I go against my words in the future, I will definitely let me die miserably!"
Yuan Zhuoyue was not moved at all, and just continued to reply calmly: "That's not necessary... You don't have to use your life as a bargaining chip to prove that what you said is true."
The middle-aged man saw this and thought that Mr. Zhongli thought that what he said just now was a bit too harsh, so he gave him a chance to change his words.
It was just a casual remark, he wouldn't care no matter what was said, but facing 'Mr. Zhongli' who he had something to ask for, he didn't mind going along with the other party's wishes.
Then he immediately assured: "Mr. Zhongli, I am a businessman, and what I value most now is the wealth I hold. Well, if what I said today is false, then one day I will definitely make my family wealth disappear."
Yuan Zhuoyue stared at him for a moment: "...Are you sure you want to make such a vow?"
The middle-aged man nodded firmly: "I'm sure!"
At this point, Yuan Zhuoyue did not continue to persuade him, but just said something ambiguous: "Then I hope you won't regret it in the future."
The middle-aged man did not care about these verbal words at this time, but was eagerly looking forward to "Mr. Zhongli", who had lost his past memories but could still write beautifully.
He quickly used the ancient ink that he had searched for for a long time and ground into ink to write on the blank piece of paper that had also gone through the years.
This time, Yuan Zhuoyue was very decisive and fulfilled the other party's wishes.
Soon, the blank pages of paper were already engraved with black marks. The words that were the carriers of history and civilization were finally completed on the papers one by one.
Yuan Zhuoyue, who had already written it once, felt that his movements of writing became more relaxed when he put the content he was already familiar with on paper again.
Even when she put pen to paper, she compared it with her previous writing state with that of using a brush, and even had some subtle insights, as if she was relying solely on these insights.
It would be able to bring her mediocre calligraphy skills up to a higher level that evening.
The middle-aged man's expression at this moment was extremely delighted as he looked at the words that had settled down once again. However, his actions were extremely restrained compared to his previous excitement.
He carefully held up the inked paper with both hands, lowered his head and put his eyes close to it, examining it carefully again and again.
Even his breathing was extremely light, for he was afraid that if his breath was a little heavier, the ink marks on the paper would be startled and fly away from the paper like black butterflies.
Finally, after the ink had dried, the middle-aged man carefully gathered up the inked paper, being extremely meticulous and cautious.
The middle-aged man gave Yuan Zhuoyue a relatively generous property as he had promised at the beginning, and also gave Wendy a bottle of wine. Then he left the place with satisfaction and a smile on his face.
Wendy, who got the wine, also showed an expression of great joy, and said to Yuan Zhuoyue with deep emotion: "...I originally wanted to earn money for a meal and wine by imitating the old man's handwriting. But I didn't expect that I would have such a pleasant surprise like you now!"