Life Game In Other World-Chapter 69 - First District Please Favorite Follow and Vote
69: Chapter 69: First District (Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote)
69: Chapter 69: First District (Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote)
“Jiali, guess what I just received?
A million in donations!
A whole million federal coins in donations!”
An excited female voice came through the phone.
Jiali was a nickname for Yi Jiali, derived from the last two syllables of her name, a term of endearment among close friends and family.
“Annie, slow down,” Yi Jiali was a bit confused as she listened.
She glanced at He Ao, adjusted the earphone hanging on her ear, and asked in a low voice, “What about a million in donations?”
Her earphones leaked sound, and it wasn’t hard for He Ao to hear their conversation with his hearing.
“It’s our relief society.
We’ve received a donation of a million!
From a Federal Investigator no less, a million, Jiali.
I make less than a thousand a week, it would take me twenty years without eating or drinking to save up this much money.”
Annie was indeed very excited, even a bit incoherent, “Jiali, did you meet some rich young mistress or gentleman outside who spent a fortune for you?”
“Calm down, stay calm,” Yi Jiali quickly soothed her.
In fact, she herself was so shocked by the news that her mind was spinning.
She quickly asked, “Annie, what’s the person’s name?”
“Let me see,” Annie paused for a moment, seemingly scrolling through her screen, “Found it, the donor on the letter of donation is a Federal Investigator: Ande, Ande Stickwich.
Wait a second, there’s a note here, I just saw it,”
The other end of the phone suddenly fell silent.
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Yi Jiali asked in bewilderment.
“Jiali, this Ande…” Annie faltered, then slowly said, “This Ande is a hero buried at Dumel National Cemetery, and this donation is made in his name by the executor of his estate, as part of his pension benefits.”
…
Both fell silent at the same time.
“We can’t misuse this money, I’ll be right back.”
Yi Jiali thought for a moment, hastily packed her book into her bag, and amidst a clatter, waved goodbye to He Ao, “Old man, I’ve got to go.”
“Mhm.”
He Ao nodded and waved back at her, watching her bustle out of the library.
Then he slowly got up, took a deep breath, and also walked out of the library, standing at the entrance looking outside.
Did Ande’s pension benefits amount to a million?
Probably not.
Usually, when an ordinary Investigator dies, the Federation pays out a pension of two to three hundred thousand, and the life insurance purchased by the Federation for the Investigator would pay out about another four hundred thousand in accidental death benefits, so at that time He Ao estimated that the final pension he could get would be around six or seven hundred thousand.
Of course, it was possible that the Federation gave a little extra for ‘Ande’s’ significant contributions.
But even if it was a million, a portion would need to be allocated for the little boy’s college tuition, so He Ao tended more towards the idea that Selena had added some of her own money to make up the full million, donating in Ande’s name.
He Ao quietly watched as Yi Jiali hurriedly pulled open the door of her silver sedan, then drove away in it.
Just as he was about to go back, he noticed a black sedan start up slowly, following behind Yi Jiali’s car.
As He Ao’s eyes rested on that car, the rear window of the vehicle slowly rolled down, and a man dressed in a neat suit, dignified and elderly, sat in the back seat, looking at He Ao.
Their gazes met.
The man smiled, nodded gently at He Ao, and He Ao returned the smile.
Decades had passed, and although their appearances had changed somewhat, they could still easily recognize each other.
He Ao was of course very familiar with this man,
Najia, Regit’s old classmate, who offered him contraband drugs in their youth and collected protection money from him when they were young adults.
Najia slowly raised the car window, and He Ao watched his vehicle drive away.
The car ultimately didn’t follow Yi Jiali’s, but turned off at the intersection in front of the library.
He Ao withdrew his gaze, returned to the library, and at that moment, he found a book lying in the corner under the self-service book lending machine.
It was the “Dauntless Dawn.”
Yi Jiali had been in too much of a hurry when she left, dropping the book.
He Ao picked up the book and casually placed it on the front desk, knowing it had already been checked out by Yi Jiali.
If lost, she would have to compensate for it; paper books were not cheap.
He Ao figured she would be back for her book before long.
Back in his seat, He Ao took out his bracelet and ordered some takeout.
Then he opened the book that had been under his hand all along, “Restoration of Partial Texts from the Original Federation’s Regions.”
He flipped through the foreword and the table of contents.
The book seemed to be about the languages of the first, third, fourth, and fifth regions of the Original Federation.
The foreword explained the origins of these languages.
When the ocean was not yet sealed by storms, the regions of the Original Federation were connected.
Therefore, in the Second District, there were still a large number of descendants from the first, third, fourth, and fifth regions.
Some had completely integrated with the current Federation through intermarriage, while others maintained the cultural habits from hundreds of years ago.
The author visited these descendants who preserved their original culture and collected the texts of the first, third, fourth, and fifth regions of the Original Federation from them.
But even so, as the number of users dwindled, many texts belonging to those regions had been lost in the shifts of history; thus, the texts the author collected were incomplete, comprising only a small portion.
In the foreword, the author also mentioned that he would continue to restore these texts.
He Ao glanced at the publication date of the book, which was twenty years ago.
Then he noted down the author’s name, Rigoberto Luser.
After getting a general idea about the book, He Ao opened the publication, ready to find the corresponding texts from the small book.
He didn’t have a hard time, as the first chapter of the book was about that very language.
The first section: Language of the First District.
The introduction of this section briefly described the circumstances of the First District, which He Ao hadn’t been able to find online before.
The First District was the center of the Original Federation.
After the great catastrophe, the people of the First District were the first to survive and rebuild civilization.
Then they sent out fleets and exploration teams to search for the remnants of humanity around the world, to help them build fortress cities, and to reconstruct human civilization.
Dawn City got its name because the First District’s fleet landed from the sea and ventured inland, where they witnessed the first rays of dawn.
After a century of struggle, the founders of the Federation essentially established an Original Federation government that covered the entire world.
Then, ten years after the establishment of the Original Federation, storms closed off the oceans, and humanity was confined to the land.
The First District and the other three districts were completely lost.
After discussing history, the author began to introduce the language of the First District.
The language of the First District was ideographic, evolved from pictographs.
Here, the author mentioned a legend that believed this ancient script possessed the power to communicate with the mystical, and that some symbols were even simplified versions of ancient sacrificial arrays.
However, the author considered this idea to be mere speculation.
The following content was just the author boasting, which He Ao glanced over and skipped to the next page.
The first character introduced in the book for the First District’s language, coincidentally, was the same as the first symbol in the small book,
The character was
‘Heaven’
