On the way, Mu Yan took out the power of attorney from the package and looked at it twice, and his thoughts involuntarily drifted elsewhere.

Of the languages he mastered, the Kragon language, which was more than 1,400 years old, was the oldest. This language was the official language of the mages at the time, and although the pronunciation was obscure, it was simple and simple, and a few syllable words could express multiple meanings, and many of today's mantras come from it. For example, the shaping syllable "Sasita" and the sustained magic syllable "Elorrhuca" are both variations of the Kragon language.

It was later divided into Eastern and Western Kragon, which evolved into complex city-state languages due to political factors, which gave the talented Queen Vigna the opportunity to make a difference, as evidenced by the birth of Samika, the official language of the Morning Star.

Later, the Samiga language gradually evolved into the lingua franca it is today, but after all, it comes from the same source, and many traces of the Kragon language can be found in it.

What is strange is that Mu Yan actually made a similar discovery in the language used by the Heru people......

He is like a bird lover, starting with the most common sparrows, gradually expanding the scope of contact, and in reverse of the order of the "Boundary Gate Order, Genus and Species", he came into contact with, larks, swallows, and ostriches in turn, and counted all the feathered ones, thinking that this was all birds, but suddenly came across a lifelike fossil.

The bird on the stone has all the characteristics of known birds, as well as what they don't, and the identity of Archaeopteryx is on the verge of being revealed.

So instead of speaking the Heru language (let's call it that), we don't have a self-proclaimed 'earth language'. With the shadow of Cragon, it is more appropriate to do the other way around. In other words, he suddenly discovered that Heru had existed for a very long time longer than Lokan, and even the human civilization of Lokan was born out of this...... This is probably a joke, according to the mythological concept of "this is the realm of the dead", that is, the dead first and then the living?

This is a philosophical question comparable to "chicken or egg".

The reason why his thoughts ran here was because of the power of attorney in his hand.

It's also a coincidence, during his promotion from the third-level mercenary to the fifth-level, he was able to receive a task from the Ghost Valley every time, from the most basic ghost fire ant to the current soul eater, in his words, from level 30 to level 50, he was about to vomit, so that he could shuttle between the ghost wood with his eyes closed.

And what is even more coincidental is that although the client tried every means to cover it up, he can still find some tricks between the lines of dozens of power of attorneys.

This man is definitely a ghost, and his mastery of the Kragon language is definitely no less than his own, just as a person who is familiar with the structure of modern writing is forcibly using classical Chinese, a style that may not be visible to the Heru, but he is very familiar with it.

The discovery made his hairs stand on end. The development of languages is influenced by the environment, and it is absolutely no coincidence that two completely different environments can evolve into completely different languages even if they have the same origin, and it is absolutely impossible for the Heru people to be so proficient in the Kragon language.

He had a bold guess in his mind, and planned to follow the person who came to pick up the goods after this mission, looking for an opportunity to talk to the other party.

……

By the time we arrived at our destination, it was already fifteen minutes later. He spread his senses, clinging to the ground like a spider's web, and he cowered into a tree, covering himself with leaves while slowly recovering his magic. It's like a spider that has retracted into its nest, and no matter what is going on around him, it can't hide it.

Xia Mu was right, he still had less than forty percent of his magic power left.

Heru's air was filled with a huge amount of soul energy, as thick as the vapor in a public bathhouse, and he guessed that this might be the reason why the sky was shrouded in mist.

A steady stream of cold souls poured into the body, converted into gentle magic and stored. Even though he knew that it was pure energy emanating from Nilverheim, he couldn't accept it at first. Because this always gives him a sense of "eating its flesh raw and drinking its blood".

But then he thought: We bury the dead in the ground, and their bodies will be turned into nutrients to nourish the earth, and then we will grow crops on the ground, and when they are ripe, we will eat .......

Well...... It's much easier to accept that way.

……

When his mana was restored, a dementor with no eyes gently skimmed his perception.

Dressed in a tattered cloak and carrying a huge translucent scythe, this creature is clearly a French creature with a melee face, often giving the impression of a melee mage.

At the same time that Mu Yan discovered it, it also discovered Mu Yan, and stepping on the perception line was as unbearable for it as stepping on a hot water pipe barefoot.

"Xia Mu, do you think this is considered lucky?"

The database did not answer, apparently it could not recognize the keywords in such questions.

The two spotted each other almost at the same time, and then two waves, one blue and one gray, shot out and slammed into each other, swinging a circle of invisible ripples.

The former is Mu Yan's wind blade, and the latter is its gray qi.

After the first round of fighting, neither side had the upper hand, and the Dementors pounced with scythes wielding.

This is probably a dementor with a story, and the tactics can be summed up simply by the word "reckless", not talking about distance control at all, what spell restraint, what element tug-of-war, wielding a sickle is chopping and chopping.

Mu Yan, who has long been different, is not afraid of being close to him at all, whether it is the training in the dream realm or the various trials since he came to Heru for three months, he has made great progress in elemental manipulation and actual combat skills.

The two cyan wings condensed behind him, and Mu Yan's feet moved slightly, and he jumped into the air from the branch.

The Dementor struck the air with a single blow, taking advantage of his inability to move in the air, and not only that, but a gray aura came out from under his robes, as if two large open hands were slowly closing together.

Mu Yan didn't dodge or dodge, and at the moment when the other party was about to hug him, the flame wreath swung on his body three times in a row, and not only that, but a long sword condensed by the light element appeared in both hands, one left and one right inserted into its body.

Stimulated by the firelight, the Dementor was about to dodge away, but was stabbed by the lightsaber again, and opened its mouth in pain, as if to let out a terrible wail—as it usually does by attacking in the face, then stunning enemies with its howl, and then easily cutting off their heads.

At that moment, the wreath of flames that had completely opened suddenly shattered, and the sparks turned into several flying butterflies, like unburned paper, flying through the air and burrowing straight into the Dementor's mouth.

"Boom."

As soon as the words fell, the white light flashed, and the dementors turned into nothingness in the purification of the flames and holy light, and Mu Yan summoned a breeze to blow away the smoke before turning back.

"Click", a gray crystal the size of a baby's fist falls from the ground.

He picked up the crystal, a little surprised.

"Xia Mu, what is the drop rate of this thing?"

"According to the available data, the drop rate of gray crystals is 7.14285%."

"Sure enough, it's ......" Mu Yan couldn't help laughing: "2 points of luck really deserve ...... name"

He was stunned suddenly, then shook his head slightly, no longer emotional.

It would have been nice if I had realized earlier that it was a warning.

……

About three hours later, Mu Yan, whose magic power was less than two percent, retracted back into the tree again.

He had probably killed eleven Soul Eaters and obtained 5 Demon Cores, which was only half of the expected goal, but as a necromancer, combined with the materials that the other party had collected before, it was not difficult for him to imagine what the other party planned to do.

The acid of the ghost fire ant, the spike of the cold arc reed, and the rhizome of the ghost face flower are all extremely corrosive. Eight materials, such as the Ghost Wood Spirit's eyeballs, the Ghost Mist Worm Egg, and the Black Raven's Egg, all have a hint of life, and the Soul Eater's magic core stores many memories full of negative emotions - in this regard, the gray crystal in his hand is superior, one is stronger than five, and it can be equivalent to 5 magic cores.

If the other party really does what he thinks, he should not refuse the deal.

With this in mind, he spread his senses, closed his eyes, and quietly regained his magic.