Faust softly unfolded the paper, revealing a map.

The drawings are somewhat faded, and Faust's superficial knowledge of architecture can only tell that this is a map of the underground palace. He flipped through the dictionary and compared the few annotations on the map, and finally figured out that this was the structure of a mausoleum.

It is unusual for the mausoleum to have a map, and it is marked with red ink, which is now a sauce-brown color, and several hidden passages allow for free entry and exit from the mausoleum.

Who drew it, and why is it hidden in the mezzanine of a history book? None of Faust knows. Behind it all there may be a story about treasure, thrilling, treacherous – or both.

Faust didn't care, he grinned silently, what matters is the interests of the world, if he can make use of this treasure map, he may be able to achieve some purpose that can only be thought about this morning.

Faust folded the treasure map again, put it in his pocket as if nothing had happened, opened the book and read it as if nothing had happened.

There is nothing impressive about "Elementary Psionic Powers", and the depth and breadth are far inferior to Legba's lineage - and it is also a matter of course, he is very likely to be some kind of emperor, and the level of knowledge is not as good as a basic textbook.

After reading the book at a glance and ten lines, Faust gained nothing - except for knowing a lot more words.

Faust only had one last book left in front of him, the Illustrated Guide to Flora and Fauna.

The book was written by the Toad People themselves, not the legacy of the Empire, but fortunately, the Toad People did not follow the Imperial calendar, God knows when it perished, and naturally there is no way to know if the flora and fauna of the time were the same as they are now.

Faust opened the book and read it with relish.

Faust was alone in the library, while the old toad Hama had to go from house to house in the hot and humid air of the rainforest.

This time he learned a lot wiser—Faust's size had finally reminded him of the fact that he had learned spells, and he had finally made the connection between spells and missions.

In fact, he didn't know many spells now, only the three zero-level magic skills of detecting poison, purifying food, and stabilizing injuries—without systematic priest education, if his magic was not a gift from the gods, he would have to comprehend it on his own.

However, many physical problems can be achieved with good results simply by channeling positive energy – and the results are immediate.

Hama was at the door of a family at the entrance of the village, gently but firmly rejecting the gift of the toad man, who looked older than Hama himself, "I understand your intentions, but what I did was not for your return, it was my own choice. ”

The other party did not answer, but insisted that Hama accept his gift - a large piece of air-dried meat.

Hama could only say helplessly: "If you have to thank me, take refuge in the great and great Legba, the god Regba ......"

"Regba...... God, what is that?" and just as Hama was preaching the teachings to the old toad man, a loud voice suddenly came from outside the village.

The visitor spoke the lingua franca, and only "God" was a blunt imitation of the old Hama's accent.

There are some differences between the other party's lingua franca and Hama's self-taught, but it is not particularly difficult to understand. Hama has been using the lingua franca a lot lately, and he almost subconsciously switches to the lingua franca to explain to the other party.

When he saw the old toad man in front of him with a blank expression, he suddenly realized, and when he looked back, several humans dressed strangely to Hama were standing at the door of the stockade, and there were two toad warriors under the tree behind him.

The leader was wearing a set of breastplates made of metal sheets, a matching skirt armor on his lower body, a two-handed sword at his waist, no helmet, and brilliant blonde hair.

Holding the hilt of his sword with one hand, he smiled in surprise and said to his companion, "It's really rare that there are natives in the heart of the rainforest who know the lingua franca." Apparently, several tribes have not been able to find a single one who can speak the lingua franca. ”

He turned back to old Hama and said, "Otherwise, you will be our guide." "It didn't seem like he was really interested in Legba, he just asked casually.

But old Hama was particularly interested in the god Legba, "Legba is the greatest and greatest, he is the guardian saint of luck, visitors from afar, please come with me, I will slowly explain to you the truth of God Legba." ”

Old Hama softly comforted the villagers, winked at him, pouted, and then led a group of people to the library, and said loudly, "Please come and sit down at your house......

When they were far away, the villagers scratched their heads and turned and walked down the path to Kuaza's house.

Hama and his party soon returned to the library, and Faust was tired from reading, so he walked around the library, practicing what he had learned against the weeds on the side of the road.

The leading blonde man asked old Hama, "You have a ...... here too Humans?" The Aventus are almost indistinguishable from humans except for the fins on their ears, making it difficult for him to determine Faust's race.

This was not a problem in the eyes of old Hamar - he probably saw that most of the humanoid races were similar, let alone distinguish between Aventus and humans.

It just so happened that Faust also discovered them, and Faust was also very surprised at the beginning, he didn't expect that there were terrestrial humans in the New World, but then again, this is probably the birthplace of terrestrial humans, and some humans are not surprising.

Faust waved his hand and walked forward quickly, "Hello. "He speaks the lingua franca.

"Uh...... Hello. The whole team seemed to have given the task of communication to the blonde man.

Faust didn't answer immediately, but looked at the old toad with an inquiring look, "These are ...... people"

Old Hama didn't dare to ask carefully when he saw the guards being knocked down, he didn't know anything about it, he looked at the blonde man pleadingly, "You are ......"

The blonde man was always cheerful and did not feel unhappy, he had a huge smile on his face, "My name is Reinhardt, this is Professor Pacian, the short one is Jebido, the big one is Gaunt, and ......" He put his arms around the young girl in the gray and black dress and the tall witch's hat, "This is my girlfriend Annabella." ”

Annabella blushed and stamped her foot to the back of the line.

Faust glanced at the five, Annabella was an introverted and shy little girl—dressed as a spellcaster; the big man Gaunt was dressed like Cuazza, with only a fur skirt and a large axe in his hand, and he only scratched his head and smiled when he was introduced to him; Gebidus stared at Faust coldly, playing with a dagger in his hand, and looked like a thief.

Coupled with Reinhardt, who shoulders the responsibility of communication with the whole team, they form a typical adventure team - harmonious, united, and full of hope.

Professor Pacien was their employer, and Faust looked at the silent, thin, middle-aged man, who looked no different from an ordinary nerd.

Faust put on a master's face, "Please come in, everyone, please come in......," as if remembering something suddenly, he turned around and smiled and said, "No offense, I just heard you and old Hama discussing the god Legba?"

The blonde Reinhardt was about to answer, but Faust raised his hand to stop him and smiled, "No hurry, let's go in and talk." ”