"Your Excellency...... My lord...... You listen to me......" Stiyi grabbed Ye Chen's hand, "I'm sorry for Serena's matter......"

When the three words Serena were spoken, Ye Chen's face immediately became extremely gloomy, and Sti immediately changed his words and said:

"My lord, the merchant will easily not accept anyone unless you can give up enough chips...... For example, delicacies, treasures, beautiful women...... Or a lot of money or something like that......"

Ye Chen looked at him with a rigid face, without the normal expression of receiving guests on his face: "So what? Sti, what's the good of you telling me this? Are you really here to repay the favor? It is impossible for someone like you to do such a thing...... Even if you really owe me two lives. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

When Sti saw Ye Chen's appearance, he knew that he couldn't hide it. So he put on a flattering look all the more common on his face: "Okay...... Actually, the merchant wants to see you by name, and if I bring you there, he will give me ......"

Speaking of this, Sti also quietly came over and whispered to Ye Chen in a posture that ordinary people don't tell him: "...... An unforgettable evening. ”

Ye Chen really wanted to slap him in the face, scold him for a nervous disorder and go back to the room to continue his research, but as soon as he thought of those experimental equipment that were now extremely precious, he continued, "He knows what I want? ”

Steele thought for a moment and said in an extremely strange accent, "Spoonback." ”

Ye Chen looked at him helplessly: "Is it called 'beaker'?" ”

Sti immediately said with a look of surprise: "Eh! Yeah! It's the back of the spoon! If you are willing to go......

Before the words fell, Ye Chen slammed the door of the room. Leave Sti outside.

Outside, Steele kept shouting, "Eh! My lord! Listen to me! That businessman, he's really good! It's not easy to meet people! He offered me a great price to come over! My lord! My lord! Listen to me! My lord! Nerul! Nerul! Pigs! |Raised by a son! I'll you! You don't have a son! ”

Ye Chen suddenly opened the door, kicked him, and then closed the door again.

He walked into the room, looked at Tina, who was still unconscious, behind him, and sighed again. He then continued his research.

This time he didn't think much about penicillin, he planned to meet the mysterious merchant in a few days, as Sti said. He is no longer afraid of danger, if he doesn't go, Tina is bound to die, and it doesn't matter if he is killed or captured at that time. But if she goes by herself, maybe Tina will really have a little bit of life.

What Ye Chen was thinking about was the matter of this magic translation pill. He didn't have anything at hand to directly prove his theory, but he felt that it was very feasible, and in fact, he was making a hypothesis that it might directly stimulate the frontal cortex and transmit language information to his brain. So that's why that group of French people still speak with idioms. It's not that they can speak idioms, it's because their brains help transform them.

This is why, Ye Chen can clearly understand their words, but he still hears words like "fireworks" and "spoon back". Because the person who speaks does not know the meaning of these words, he simply parrots the voice he hears from Asians. They didn't know what it meant, and Ye Chen's brain couldn't receive the information for processing. Whatever sound they spoke, Ye Chen heard.

But there is a suspicion in this set of theories, that is, there is a problem with the reception of information. It is true that the information stimulates the frontal cortex, but where does the information come from? Human brain waves are not so powerful. In this regard, Ye Chen could only simply attribute the source of information to that miraculous pill.

Ye Chen rubbed his temples. Ye Chen has been too tired in the past few days, taking care of Tina, enduring pain, studying drugs, all of this makes it difficult for Ye Chen to sleep. Fortunately, now that I have heard a good news, maybe I can really take a break.

Ye Chen took off his clothes. Lay on the other bed. It's not because of Ye Chen's gentlemanly behavior, sleeping with a little girl won't make him ashamed. He was just a little worried that he would roll over in the middle of the night and crush Tina, and it would be over.

Ye Chen looked out the window, it was noon, he took a nap, and when he woke up in the afternoon, he continued to do things.

"Hello and welcome to join us at GECA." A man with glasses and a sven appearance shook Ye Chen's hand, "It's convenient to tell us, what did you join for?" ”

Ye Chen smiled shyly: "Uh...... I just don't want humans to ...... And my family is just implicated in the rise in logical entropy. ”

"Correct and sincere thoughts." The man smiled, and walked out of the room.

Immediately, he turned his head again and looked at Ye Chen: "Don't worry about your resume, whether you are an orphan or not...... Or maybe it's just a mistake in our judgment. We don't care about your background, as long as you don't join us for evil purposes. ”

When Ye Chen woke up, it was already evening.

He saw Hongxia outside the window, quickly got up from the bed, looked at Tina who was still unconscious next to him, and then sat down with confidence.

Luckily, Tina is fine.

Ye Chen redressed and walked out. Perhaps on a whim, Ye Chen planned to go to the bazaar to have a look. Of course, Ye Chen was naturally not worried about Tina, and he planned to go back as soon as he went.

The evening market was also not closed, which was unusual in the Middle Ages. However, the demons have all come out, so why should he bother with these?

The night market was littered with burning torches, and the clever townsfolk surrounded it with iron nets. It doesn't let it ignite the cloth ceiling.

There was a shouting everywhere here, and when it reached Ye Chen's ears, it became noise. Ye Chen was a little bored, and unconsciously walked to the foot of a remote mountain on the side.

When he looked back, he saw an eerie cavern, the entrance of which was covered with animal fur and the torches on each side were surrounded by a crude artificial skeleton. The sign on the door reads some French, and it's also written in a liquid that resembles blood.

Ye Chen walked in with some curiosity and saw a door. Before he could knock, the door opened on its own.

"Pretend to be a ......," Ye Chen said softly.

Sitting in the room was an Asian man, dressed in a classic mage robe, with his hood turned down. He saw Ye Chen come in and laughed softly.

He stood up and said to Ye Chen:

"Hello, researcher from the Global Logical Entropy Regulation Association, Ye Chen."