Secrets of the Arciero mansion: the Arciero Book of Records (1)

The Arciero Book of Records was a clusterfuck of languages. I recognized three languages by the time I got to the middle of the second, and it was making my head spin.

No wonder finding this book was so easy. Well, not easy considering I had to toe the line between success and death, but it wasn’t nearly as difficult as one would expect of a book that could possibly fuck the entire family over if it landed in the wrong hands.

Having everything in a hundred different languages meant whoever ended up with the book would need dozens of translators—and that was way too many people to share a secret with.

I wouldn’t necessarily be worse off under normal circumstances. I could comfortably translate Greek, Spanish, German, and Russian. On the other hand, Spider was proficient in Portuguese, Polish, and Irish, and I was yet to hear any language The Viper didn’t speak—don’t ask me how. That man was a robot in human skin. However, I couldn’t trust either of them. I was all by myself in this.

Kn