The seven Renault heavy trucks in front of them had already stopped in front of the village, and Xiao Yunlong also drove up and then stopped.

The Queen of the Night pushed the door and walked down, and the soldiers under the command of the Queen of the Night in front of the truck stepped out of the car and began to carry the supplies loaded on the truck.

At this point, Xiao Yunlong also understood that the Queen of Night was transporting these materials to this village for the villagers who lived here.

After all, the Gaza Strip has been plagued by war, and the total blockade imposed by Isserel has left more than half of the population in Gaza hungry. And this village is so remote that it can be said to be isolated from the rest of the world, and if there is no material help, it will definitely not survive.

At this time, every household in this village opened their doors, and out came out old people, children, women, and adult men, most of them were middle-aged men in their forties and fifties, and there were also strong men between the ages of eighteen and thirty, but there were not many.

These men, women and children who came out showed a pious and respectful smile after seeing the Queen of the Night, except for some children who had nothing to do, no matter how old the adult villagers were, they all saluted the Queen of the Night devoutly, the solemnity and ** of the etiquette, as if they were visiting their own king!

In fact, the Queen of the Night is their king, and they are, in a sense, the people of the Queen of the Night.

They were the Samaritans, one of the "Ten Lost Tribes" in history, who lived in this village, and were provided with food, clothing, and supplies by the Queen of the Night, as well as various household utensils, cattle and sheep, and so on.

The Queen of the Night also built a school in the village, which was responsible for the basic education of the children in the village.

"Brusa Lala ......"

At this time, several eight or nine-year-old children in front of them shouted excitedly and ran towards the Queen of the Night.

Xiao Yunlong couldn't hear the words of the children, and spoke a language he had never heard of.

The Queen of the Night smiled, and she walked over and crouched down, arms outstretched, and brought the children in front of her, and finally she picked up one of the little girls and walked forward.

The Queen of the Night was talking cordially to the pious old men in front of her, and her tone was probably asking about their living conditions.

The Samaritans gathered the Queen of the Night in the middle, looking at her with awe and reverence, all with sincere smiles on their faces, and were talking to the Queen of the Night.

In Xiao Yunlong's eyes, at this time, the Queen of the Night completely let go of the majesty and body of the queen in the dark world, she seemed to be a member of this village, becoming kind and peaceful, she kindly hugged every child who came up, not caring about the dirty dirt on these children's bodies and hands, and wiped the snot of several children with a handkerchief during the period.

She had a cordial conversation with every old man, hugged every woman and girl gently, and said some words of encouragement. I also talked to some of the adult men in the village.

In Xiao Yunlong's eyes, the Queen of the Night at this time had already shed the noble aura on her body, like a queen who stepped down from the throne, she took off her crown, changed her royal clothes, and wore a relaxed and casual dress, blending into the simple villagers of this mountain villa and becoming one of them.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, no one can imagine that the Queen of the Night will have such a side, and this side is the most emotional side, which makes her have a living atmosphere, and she is no longer the untouchable queen who looks up to her.

Xiao Yunlong finally understood why the Queen of the Night said that she was short of money.

Indeed, to maintain the living materials of this village of nearly seven or eight hundred people, and to provide education for the children in the village, and so on, the cost of that year would really be astronomical.

And this is just one village that the Queen of the Night has been sponsoring for many years, and in other places, in other regions, there are villages like this, which are the descendants of the people of King Solomon's time in the diaspora.

Xiao Yunlong couldn't understand the conversation between the Queen of Night and the Samaritans, so he simply walked over and carried the supplies on the truck with the warriors under the command of the Queen of the Night.

The trucks were stored in a large warehouse next to the village, where they were distributed by the village's elders.

After the Queen of the Night had talked to these Samaritans, she turned her eyes and saw Xiao Yunlong carrying supplies, so she shouted, "Demon King, come with me." ”

Xiao Yunlong's face was stunned when he heard the shout, and he put down the work in his hand and walked over.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yunlong asked.

"Those supplies, the soldiers under my hands can carry them. Go, come with me to the high priest's house and sit down. The Queen of the Night said with a smile.

"High Priest?" Xiao Yunlong was a little puzzled.

"The High Priest is the old man with the highest rank and prestige in the village, and he is in charge of the village. The Queen of the Night said simply.

After hearing this, Xiao Yunlong also understood that this high priest was equivalent to the identity of a village head, and he needed a respected elder to serve as it.

The high priest's residence was at the top of this village, and the Queen of the Night led Xiao Yunlong all the way over, followed by six or seven old men.

After arriving at the high priest's residence, someone had already opened the door and welcomed the Queen of the Night inside.

The room was spacious and bright, without any furniture, everything seemed primitive and quaint, and on the clean floor was a straw mat, on which sat a thin old man, who was very old, at least seventy years old. The thin face is covered with wrinkles and age spots.

Xiao Yunlong could see at a glance that this old man had inconvenient legs and feet, and he might no longer be able to walk on his own, which was why he did not come out to greet the Queen of the Night.

The Queen of the Night had great respect for the High Priestess and walked up to him to say hello.

The old priestess could not stand up, he sat down and bowed to the Queen of the Night, and he began to talk to the Queen of the Night, and sat around with the six or seven old men who had come, interjecting a few words from time to time.

Xiao Yunlong couldn't understand what the Queen of the Night was talking to them, so he could only sit quietly on the sidelines.

However, just when Xiao Yunlong felt a little bored and looked around, his face changed suddenly, and he saw a cloth hanging on the wall on the right side of this house, and there were some fonts written on this cloth, what these fonts meant Xiao Yunlong didn't understand at all.

However, this is the second time he has seen this kind of font with a hint of an extremely ancient meaning.

The first time I saw this kind of font was the font recorded on the parchment scroll he got by coincidence in the Demon God Temple!

Xiao Yunlong recognized that the font form on this piece of cloth was exactly the same as the font form left on the parchment scroll!

"This—"

Xiao Yunlong was completely stunned.

When he returned to Jianghai City after participating in the 'core' operation, he gave Luo Lao a piece of 'core' blood-colored crystal to study for relevant departments. At that time, he also copied the eight characters recorded on the parchment scroll, and handed them to Luo Lao, so that Luo Lao could use his connections and connections to find experts such as Huaguo Research Ancient Characters to see if he could know the meaning of these fonts.

However, up to now, there has been no news from Luo Lao's side, indicating that the experts in ancient Chinese writing do not know what the characters on the parchment scroll are and what they mean.

However, here, Xiao Yunlong saw the exact same font as on the parchment roll.

Doesn't this mean that the Samaritans who live here know this script? It may not be guaranteed that the younger generation of Samaritans will know this typeface, but the high priest in front of him will certainly know it!

Xiao Yunlong's heart was stirring, if he could decipher the font on the parchment scroll, he would also crack the secret of the 'core'.

It can be said that this temptation is really great.

Once the secret of the armored samurai in the Demon God Temple is exposed, it is enough to cause all countries to be shaken, those armored samurai are invulnerable and extremely difficult to destroy, if the secret of the armored samurai is cracked and can be developed in large quantities, how terrifying will it be to put it on the battlefield?

It makes your scalp tingle just thinking about it!

However, Xiao Yunlong was not excited by this, not to mention that the construction of the armored warrior needs the 'core' as an energy carrier, according to Xiao Yunlong's original intention, he does not want to appear in the future such as the armored warrior battlefield machine, which will provoke endless wars.

Xiao Yunlong glanced meaningfully at the Queen of the Night, the Queen of the Night brought him to the High Priestess, I'm afraid it has another meaning, right?

Deliberately let yourself see this ancient text font and see how you react?

The Queen of the Night spoke with the High Priestess for nearly an hour before she stood up to say goodbye.

Xiao Yunlong also stood up, bowed down to the high priest, and then walked out with the Queen of the Night.

"Demon King, don't you understand what I said to the High Priest?" the Queen of the Night looked at Xiao Yunlong and asked.

Xiao Yunlong nodded and said, "It's true that I don't understand." ”

"We speak Old Arama, a language that has been thought to be gone by the world today, but which actually exists. The Queen of the Night spoke, and continued, "This ancient language, the language of King Solomon's time, has been passed down. ”

"Ancient Aramaran, so the script corresponding to this language is the ancient Aramaic script?" Xiao Yunlong asked.

"Yes!" the Queen of the Night nodded.

Xiao Yunlong smiled and said, "In other words, the font on the parchment scroll that records the secret of the 'core' is the ancient Yalan font. ”

The Queen of the Night glanced at Xiao Yunlong, a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, and said, "You finally found out." Although I have not seen the parchment scroll, I think it was written in the ancient Aran script. The ancient Aramaic language is very profound, and I have not fully mastered it. But the high priest basically mastered it. So, the parchment scroll you get can be deciphered by the high priest for you. ”

"Haha, is this a temptation for me?" Xiao Yunlong said with a smile, "To tell you the truth, I don't have any interest in building armored warriors. On the contrary, I hope that this kind of mechanical warrior will never appear in the future. ”

The Queen of the Night's face was stunned, and she asked curiously, "Demon King, aren't you at all impressed?" Whether it's the Wrath of the Earth or the King of the North Pole, they all dream of getting the secret of the 'core' and building endless armored warriors to conquer the entire dark world, but you are indifferent?"

"The impulse was there, but it was suppressed. Xiao Yunlong said frankly.

The Queen of the Night looked at Xiao Yunlong deeply and smiled, she smiled, her tone was soft, and said, "Demon King, you are really different, I didn't think of you wrongly. ”