Turlen
As her nails dug into her palm, Arielle asked anxiously, “Could you tell me about his identity?”
After heaving a sigh, Rasmus said, “Since he wanted to keep it a secret, I shouldn’t be the one to
reveal it. However, as it is related to your mother’s death, I can’t keep it to myself any longer.”
She then took a deep breath and prepared to listen attentively.
The president glanced out the window, seemingly lost in the memories of his past.
“His name is Dylan, but I’m not sure if that’s his real name. After his disappearance, the police informed
us that the biodata he provided to the university was mostly made up. We paid a visit to his parents and
discovered they weren’t actually his parents. The couple didn’t even have a son.”
Dylan, Arielle muttered inwardly and took note of the name.
Rasmus continued, “Back then, the university had high hopes for him. We didn’t mind, even after
finding out he had faked his identity. I was his supervisor at that time. As the police failed to find him, I
went to his dorm and discovered something that gave me a clue about his identity.”
While she bit her lip nervously, he revealed, “I found a few letters in his drawer. Out of concern for his
safety, I decided to read his letters. However, the letters were written in a script that I’ve never set my
eyes upon.”
Vinson knitted his brows. “A script that you’ve never set your eyes upon?”
Rasmus was a linguist who had dabbled in a variety of languages, from the earliest form of writing to
minority languages. It was practically impossible for him to run into one he had not seen before.
The president nodded. “I perused many books and went to a lot of linguists before coming to a
conclusion. Those scripts came from an ancient language. It appeared slightly after the most ancient
script in history. There is only one country in the world that uses this language.”
“What country is it?” Arielle asked.
“Turlen.”
The answer took both her and Vinson by surprise. Mixed emotions crossed their faces as they digested
the piece of information.
After a pause, Rasmus added, “Turlen has a closed-door policy. However, according to our
investigations, they are very developed, though their medical field falls behind. Dylan had majored in
medicine at our university and minored in other languages. Thus, I’m pretty sure he’s a citizen of
Turlen.”
Arielle seemed hesitant as she requested, “Mr. Lambert, can you show me the letters? Do you still
have them with you?”
“Yes.” Rasmus got to his feet and went to the safety deposit box in his office. He then unlocked it and
took two letters out.
While handing the letters to her, he said, “Till this day, we know little about the language, so the exact
contents of the letters remain a mystery. However, we managed to decipher one letter from Dylan’s
mother. She wanted him to return to the country and marry a lady of high status. The other letter was
something similar to a pass.”
Arielle read the letters. Unsurprisingly, she did not understand a single word.
Vinson chimed in, “The writing resembles the Sylvonican language, but none of the words made sense.
Mr. Lambert, can we borrow the letters?”
Rasmus nodded in agreement.
“You can take them with you. I’ve made a lot of copies to study the language, so I have no use for the
originals.”
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