"May the Holy Light bless Anska with bounty and good harvests..."
Lu Yuan recited it once more.
The first time was halting, but the second time was already fluent and natural, as if it were his second mother tongue.
In fact, many of the characters on the handle of the steel fork in his hand had corroded and were unrecognizable.
But for some reason, Lu Yuan naturally filled in the missing parts.
It was as if... this steel fork was his own, and he himself had carved the line of characters on it.
The pearl I just absorbed, besides Death Qi, also contains a small part of the monster's memories from when it was alive...
Lu Yuan reached a conclusion that he found astonishing.
He quickly opened his Profession Panel, and several information prompts that popped up made his pupils constrict.
[Congratulations on mastering a new skill—Ancient Brent Language!]
[Congratulations, you have obtained material for Profession Advancement. Do you choose to advance your profession?]
