Chapter 111: 111. It's Party Time

"Can you read it?" Felix asked. 

'I wish I could.' Sylvester sighed and denied it. "Nobody knows how to read this language, Felix. The fact that we even found its proof is shocking enough. But… Why is this here? Did the people who used this language live underground?"

"Just imagine somehow learning this language. I heard Elder tongue had a superior magic effect. You could become the Pope in an instant." Felix started to procrastinate right there. 

Sylvester scoffed. "You're in the race to become the Pope too, pal." 

"Pfft… are you serious? I am smashing the first chick I feel connected with. I have no interest in being a lifelong virgin. You can take that burden happily if you want." Felix's plan was already clear. It had always been.

Sylvester didn't reply quickly, however. "I don't know, becoming the Pope feels like a hassle. I won't be able to live for myself then… will be surrounded by bootlickers. I'm pretty happy as I am right now."