Chapter 47 Memory Pearl She was repeating Beatrice's words

With Ancia's rapid language learning techniques, she quickly mastered most of the vocabulary in Beatrice's notebook. The words describing the formations were always the same, and after becoming familiar with them, she could roughly understand them by guessing. What really baffled her were Beatrice's daily life records interspersed in her serious notebook.

This notebook isn't entirely about thoughts on wood-based arrays; rather, it's more like a long-term personal journal, where the owner writes down whatever comes to mind. One page features an intricate and complex array with a long annotation and magical materials, while the next page begins complaining about how foolish the apprentice is.

Ancia pointed to an unfamiliar word and asked, "Aierlan, what does this word mean? Is it something Beatrice used to scold her apprentices?"

When Aerlan saw the word, his gaze froze, and unusually, he didn't read it aloud first: "Emerald Realm".

Ancia wrote down the definition on the paper, "And the pronunciation?"

Erlan hesitated for a moment before quickly uttering three syllables.

"What? Read it slowly, I didn't hear you." Ancia deliberately turned her ear to the side, waiting for him to read it again.

Airland couldn't fool them, so he slowed down and read it aloud in a low voice. It was three syllables that were very close to the pronunciation of "Airland" in Common Language.

Ancia asked with interest, "Emerald Realm (ancient Elvish language), is that your name?"

Airland didn't deny it; that was it, it suited his emerald eyes perfectly.

Ancia thought it was just a minor incident, but the scene that appeared the next second after using the Memory Pearl reminded her of that word once again.

As magic was channeled into it, the memory pearl floated into the air, releasing a mist that only the user could see.

The figure of a female elf gradually emerged. The semi-transparent image made her look somewhat unreal. Her face had obvious elven features, and she wore an ancient robe, but her eyes were a deep, clear emerald green, very similar to those of Elran.

Do all the eyes of the Misty Moon Elves be the same color?

Ancia's eyes widened slightly, her gaze shifting back and forth between herself and Erlan.

Airland: "Why are you looking at me?"

Beatrice: "What are you looking at? Class is in session (Ancient Elven language)."

Ancia: "..." Putting aside eye color for now, their temperaments are quite similar.

Beatrice: "Given my foolish apprentice's talent for learning wood magic, which is so low it makes me feel [unclear], I will begin teaching you from the Tree of Life, which you are most familiar with (Ancient Elven language)."

Anxi automatically filtered out the words she didn't understand. She had been sitting lazily, like she was watching an online class, but when she heard the three keywords "Tree of Life," she sat up abruptly.

Airland couldn't help but laugh, "What surprise lesson did you see that you're reacting so strongly?"

Ancia didn't have time to explain to him. She directly took out an unused memory pearl from her system inventory, held it in her hand, and infused it with magic. From this moment on, the memory pearl would record her images and every word she said until the magic was interrupted.

She has the ability to memorize quickly, although she forgets most of it after a minute, but it comes in handy now.

Ancia accurately repeated Beatrice's words, including the one she couldn't understand.

Now it was Erlan who sat up, staring in shock at Ancia, who kept speaking ancient Elvish.

Her gaze was fixed on a certain spot in the void, her speech maintained a precise pace that was fast and clear, without a single pause or stumble between sentences. The ancient Elven language seemed to flow from her ears into her mouth smoothly, as if by magic.

Ancia: "I believe the Tree of Life possesses a simple self-awareness and can communicate under certain conditions. I haven't fully understood these conditions yet, but the Azure Language communication array has been successfully created. In twenty trials, the Tree of Life responded to me once, conveying a sense of joy. Constructing this array only requires an array scholar to have over 90 points of Wood Element Affinity and to prepare high-purity Moonstone as a carrier (in Ancient Elven language)..."

She was repeating Beatrice's words!

Arlan listened intently to Ancia's words. Her pronunciation, when judged by the standards of pure ancient Elvish, was neither elegant, natural, nor classical; it was merely a mechanical repetition. However, the content she spoke stirred up a storm in Arlan's heart, and her calm and focused profile made his heart pound like a drum.

As Ancia finished speaking, the memory pearl floating in the air turned into mist and dissipated.

Ancia rubbed her temples. Five minutes of non-stop shorthand had exhausted most of her mental energy, and her head was still throbbing. She tossed the memory pearl in her hand to Airan, "Beatrice's memory pearl has been shattered. This one is my retelling, and it can be viewed three more times."

Her face still showed signs of exhaustion from rapidly depleting mental energy. She leaned back heavily, sprawling out on the soft sofa.

Airland caught the memory pearl. The slightly warm pearl felt hot in his palm. As the temperature cooled down, his heart calmed down, and he murmured, "Thank you."

“According to the Memory Pearl, the Azure Whisper Communication Array is on a page in the notebook, but I haven’t unlocked enough of it yet. I don’t know when I’ll be able to turn to that page.” Ancia had a slight look of pride on her face. “But at least I kept my promise and found a clue related to the Tree of Life.”

“It seems that teaching you Ancient Elvish was the best thing I ever did,” said Erlan.

“No, getting to know me is the best thing you’ve ever done.” Ancia retorted habitually, but received no rebuttal from Erlan. She turned her head and met Erlan’s gaze, who had been watching her.

In the instant their eyes met, Erlan lowered his gaze in avoidance, unusually acquiescing.

Without the back-and-forth banter, there was no point in arguing. Ancia became serious and said, "Beatlece has four memory pearls left, each with only one use remaining. I will relay this to you as soon as possible, just like today."

As for unlocking the contents of the laptop, we can only leave it to fate.

*

Ancia approached Yesika first, "Teacher, do you know anything about the Tree of Life?"

Yesika instinctively clutched the botanical garden key at her waist. "Did Airlan send you? You can't enter high-risk restricted areas."

Ansia: "..."

Very well, before she even started trying to get information out of her, Yesika was already trembling.

"Is Ellan banned because of the Tree of Life?" Ancia asked directly.

"Isn't he so obsessed with saving face? He even told you he was fined for planting diseased branches in the botanical garden?" Yesika exclaimed in shock.

As expected of you, Teacher Yesika, the most innocent person in all of Gracia.

“I have Beatrice’s notes here. I want to compare them with the descriptions of the Tree of Life in the notes to see its current state of disease. Maybe I can find some clues,” Ancia said sincerely. “The Tree of Life is the most magical plant on the Miracle Continent. It was born with the continent. It would be a pity if it disappeared due to disease. Teacher Yesika, let me see the diseased part.”

No high-level wood mage could tolerate a rare plant dying before their eyes, and the soft-hearted wood mage Yesika was even more so. "Sigh... well, let me show you then. Maybe there really is a way to save it."

Ancia had entered the high-risk restricted area last time for damaging the Light Dome Tower. After completing her labor punishment, she was taken away and hadn't had a chance to properly look at it.

Yesika skillfully navigated through them, the various dangerous plants around her acting like obedient children, affectionately tugging at her fingers as she passed by, only to be soothed by her one by one, "Don't be silly, I have important things to do, I'll water you later."

Ancia quickly spotted the branch that was being protected separately. It sat quietly in the garden, surrounded by the most fertile soil and a constantly operating temperature-controlled magic device.

It was about an arm's length long, and its shape still largely retained the elegance of the Tree of Life, except that its bark was dull and dry, with a grayish-green color. Upon closer inspection, numerous tiny cracks could be seen on the bark. A few leaves grew on the branches, each one unusually large and heavy, drooping limply, as if it had absorbed excessive nutrients.

“This is too strange. The branches are withered, but the leaves are full of nutrients,” Ancia said, frowning.

“Not only that, a normal Tree of Life would exude boundless vitality and tranquility, but this branch is still; it is resisting everything.” Yesika looked at it with concern.

“I want to try my healing skills on it.” Ancia received permission.

Life is being restored.

Golden-green light emanated from the tip of her staff, falling evenly and gently onto the branches and leaves. But as soon as the magic touched them, the withered branches convulsed violently, and the cracks in their bark deepened, as if they were enduring immense pain. The next moment, a new leaf sprouted, as robust as the original leaf, drooping softly.

“We’ve tried everything, from providing nutrients to using plant cultivation and healing magic, but nothing works,” Yesika shook her head.

Ancia put away her staff and stood closer to the branch. She couldn't help but reach out and stroke the dry bark. "Beatrice's notes say that you have your own consciousness and can communicate with elves. It would be great if you could tell us why you're sick."

"Alright, Ancia, it's time for you to leave," Yesika urged.

“Okay.” After stroking the branch one last time, Ancia whispered to it, “I will continue to study Beatrice’s magic circle notes, hoping to find a useful method (in Ancient Elven language).”

She turned around, unaware that the branch had bent almost imperceptibly towards her.

We only saw the characteristics of the Tree of Life lesion in the high-risk area, and there has been no further progress. Should we ask the dean for help again?

However, the dean's stance was unclear, always giving her a mysterious and dangerous feeling, full of uncontrollability, and she didn't want to deal with him unless absolutely necessary.

Ancia sat in her room studying her notes, lost in thought.

Lulu, the little fairy, flew out from the doorway that had been specially opened for her, holding a small package tied with a dark blue ribbon in her hands. "Ancia, this is your gift."

Ancia opened it with a puzzled look, and inside was a memory pearl.

The small card that came with the package was not signed on the back. The handwriting was neat and it said: "Hope this is helpful to you."

Ancia attempted to activate the memory pearl with magic, and the elf that appeared along with the mist made her eyes widen.

Beatrice: "How can you not even do this? You pose no threat to my position in the world of formations, yet you can make me lose face in the world of mentors. Watch closely, I'll only demonstrate the Azure Whisper Communication Formation (Ancient Elven language) once..."

This is the complete diagram and etching process of the Qingyu Communication Array!