Thread:Sonako.Sozuoka/@comment-115.79.42.156-20140717075742/@comment-6593268-20140717102412

Vì Sozuoka bận nên mình xin phép trả lời bạn thay bác ấy.

Công việc của editor là biên tập bản dịch thô của translator, sửa lỗi ngữ pháp, chính tả, lỗi dịch... Editor nên biết tiếng Anh/Nhật để đối chiếu bản dịch với bản gốc nhưng không bắt buộc.

Giờ nhóm đã có đủ translator nên bọn mình ưu tiên tuyển editor hơn. Nếu bạn vẫn muốn làm translator thì dịch thử cho mình đoạn dưới nhé. Còn làm editor thì chả cần test tủng gì cả :D

My two eyes flashed open upon the onslaught of a sudden, violent shudder.

I had only planned on shutting my eyelids with my back against the wall, but I suppose I must have fallen asleep sometime. I had forgotten any details of that scary nightmare I saw the moment it rattled me awake… or so the lingering fear and unease clinging on in my head seemed to imply.

I briefly checked out the surroundings while rousing my upper body, but there appeared to be no difference from before.

I was atop a narrow terrace created on the outer walls of the Central Cathedral, probably around the eighty-eighth floor. The sun had sunk beyond the horizon in front for quite some time and the darkness covered the skies as though ink had been smeared over it. However, no matter how much I scanned through, I could see only multiple stars through the gaps in the clouds, lacking of the moon I impatiently awaited. I seemed to have heard the night’s eight o’clock bell a while ago, but it appeared it would still take more time before the moon goddess would begin resupplying the meager space resources she could.

Integrity Knight Alice, having agreed to a truce, might be expressing her wariness of me through physical distance as she sat, hugging her knees with her eyelids shut, at a position on the verge of entering a new gargoyle’s… no, «minion»’s reaction range if she went any further to the right. I personally hoped to grab hold of a clue to avoid that approaching battle, even by a little bit, through conversation in this lull, but it appeared she had no intention of being receptive to idle chatter. The problem would have been settled by simply pricking Alice with the dagger carefully produced by Cardinal and held by Eugeo if only he was here, though.