"What's your name?" With infinite curiosity, Hong Tao asked in English.

"......" The slave raised his head, although his face was still blank and wooden, but his eyes had already begun to blink.

"What's your name?" Obviously, this person didn't understand English, so Hong Tao changed to French and asked again.

“……%￥#￥！ Ransom%%¥¥! This time he finally opened his mouth, but he said it too quickly, Hong Tao couldn't understand it, and only understood one word, ransom! Or Latin pronunciation.

A lot of daughters-in-law is useful, Hong Tao knows N multiple languages, but he hasn't learned to be proficient in one, and he won't learn all a few words. English is the best, French and German are so-so, Russian is a mix of them, Latin, Italian, Spanish, Mexican, Portuguese, Spanish can be partially understood, and it is very difficult to speak, and there will be too much, all mixed into a pot of porridge.

"What's your name?" Hong Tao couldn't be sure if he spoke Italian or Spanish, but Latin anyway. Most of the languages in Europe are simplified Old Latin, a bit like the languages of various provinces in China, as long as you speak slowly, you can always understand a little, this time he changed to German and asked again.

"Friedrich. Cal. Feng. Hohenstefen! Friedrich. Cal. Feng. Hohenstefen! Ransom, ransom! Roman Emperor! "As soon as the white slave heard the German, he immediately shouted, and kept tugging at the rope, as if trying to break free from the rejection, very, very excited....... But he was soon whipped to the ground by the Hindus, but he still did not give up, and looked at the flood with blank eyes, and began to speak Latin again with a purr in his mouth.

"Brother Luo, brother has a request, can you lend me some money first, I want to redeem this slave, I don't know how much they sell a slave?" Hong Tao was a little interested in this white man lying on the ground muttering and crossing at the same time, and there were very, very few Europeans who could cross the ocean to the Great Song Dynasty in this era, because there was no Suez Canal at this time, and there were Arabs in between, and Europeans could not get through.

"You want to buy Great Qin slaves? Do you know Daqin dialect? Luo Youde was shocked by Hong Tao again, there were very few Great Qin people in the Song Dynasty, it is said that there were Great Qin envoys in the previous dynasty to visit, but no one had seen it, but I heard Indian businessmen say that there is still Great Qin in the west of the rest country, and the glassware is exchanged from the Great Qin country. At this time, I remembered that Hong Tao said that he would also make glass, and now he can speak Daqin dialect, is it really possible!

"The people of Australia are not one race, they are made up of displaced people from many countries, and I can speak Hindi, which I also learned from my neighbors." Hong Tao of the Great Qin Kingdom knows that for a long time in history, the Chinese have called the Europeans the Great Qin State, which may specifically refer to the Roman Empire. As for the origin of his own language, he will continue to make up nonsense, as long as this Australia is not found, no one will be able to pierce his nonsense.

"Brother Hong is really talented, let's go upstairs first, these people won't be able to leave for a while, and we have to ask the interpreter of the city department to do the bargaining, I will let the guys from Zhenhailou invite them." Luo Youde was helpless about Hong Tao's answer, so he took it as a believe, and walked towards the restaurant with Hong Tao at the moment.

"I'll go find someone to save you, be quiet, lest you be whipped again!" Hong Tao turned around and shouted in German to the white slave, and then followed Luo Youde into the restaurant. He himself can't speak a few words of Hindi, let alone the language of Southeast Asia, and he can't negotiate with that group of foreign businessmen.

Luo Youde did not look for a seat on the first floor, but went directly to the second floor under the leadership of a shopkeeper. Looking at the expression of the shopkeeper, he should be very familiar with Luo Youde, but for himself and Bo Xiaoer, the shopkeeper was a little puzzled. But he was very professional, and his suspicious expression only stayed on his face for a short time, and he immediately changed to a smiling face, and even Hong Tao and Bo Xiaoer were barefoot and didn't look at it much, and they were extremely enthusiastic.

The second floor is not a private room, but a table separated by a screen, which is a simple private room, the distance between the tables is very far, very loose, as long as it is not loud, it will not affect others. But Hong Tao was a little puzzled, it was noon at this time, and the first and second floors were also full, but there was no one to eat at the table, all of them were drinking tea, at most there were two small snacks on the table, and there was no food in sight.

After Luo Youde and himself sat down, Bo Xiaoer didn't sit on the chair at all, and squatted directly at the window root, lowering his head and not knowing what to think. It can be seen that he is very nervous, this simple fisherman is estimated to have lived for more than 30 years, and he has never entered a restaurant, if he didn't want to follow Hong Tao, he would have run away a long time ago. It was torture for him to stay here, because everyone couldn't help but stare at him, and then their faces showed contempt, contempt, contempt.

"Second brother, you go to the dock to find my grandfather, I'm safe here, I won't leave until you come back, go and go back quickly." Looking at Bo Xiaoer's uncomfortable appearance, Hong Tao couldn't bear to let him continue to suffer here. In fact, that kind of weird eyes should be looking at himself more, but Bo Xiaoer doesn't have his own incomparably thick face.

"Hmm!" Bo Xiaoer was like hearing Xianle, he didn't hesitate for half a second, he got up and still lowered his head, didn't even say hello, slipped away and rushed downstairs, and almost knocked down the two shopkeepers who were going upstairs with a tea tray at the staircase, which attracted two shouts and scolding.

Tea, or the kind of tea foam like brewing coffee, is nothing more than two more plates of small snacks, one of which is déjà vu, I can't help but grab one and taste it, hey, it's really almost, cream cookies! After asking Xiao Er, I found out that this thing is not called cookies, but dripping crispy abalone snails, which are made of cream. Hong Tao was already so surprised that he couldn't raise any interest, this day had a great impact on himself, what was the Southern Song Dynasty like, the more he saw and listened, the more curious he became.

Song Ren's efficiency was quite high, and before he finished drinking a cup of tea, a man wearing a black shoulder came upstairs and whispered a few words to Luo Youde, and then turned around and went downstairs again. After a while, he brought the white slave up, and by this time he had no shackles, and his face and hands had been washed. The most important thing is that he finally put on the clothes of the Song Ren shop Xiaoer, no longer a crotch cloth, but the body odor on his body is still very big, and the Song people may not know what the concept of a white person will be if he does not take a bath.