"Hello, young human. ”

Faust was taken aback, the language spoken by the old toad man was very similar to the lingua franca of terrestrial humans in the Old World, although there were quite differences in the choice of words and sentences, and with the resonant accent characteristic of the toad, it was still in a category that could be understood by a person who knew the lingua franca.

"There may be slight discrepancies in the details, but you must be the creature called a human. The old toad stared at a pair of black-framed eyes and said with an oath.

"It's been a long time since we've seen a human being, and I didn't expect you to look different from the ones in the book......" The old toad circled around Faust, as if looking at some rare animal.

Faust had figured out at this moment that since terrestrial humans had fled from this New World to the Old World, it was not uncommon for their language to have some remnants in the New World, but ...... How dare this old toad speak to himself in such a tone? Faust, who came back to his senses, could not help but feel a little angry in his heart.

Although Faust grovels in front of people who are higher in power and stronger than himself, this does not mean that people of lower status and weaker power than him can speak to him in such a disrespectful manner.

Faust craned his neck and let out a cold snort from his nostrils.

The Toad Man was already relatively short, and the old Toad Man was even shorter than the average Toad Man, and he couldn't see the glitter in Faust's eyes.

But he had other ways to feel it, the world in front of the old toad man instantly turned into a blurry change of color, the earth seemed to provoke a circle dance, the old toad man staggered back a few steps against the corridor wall, and finally stood firm.

He coughed a few times, wiped away the two nosebleeds that were slowly flowing, shook his head, and barely found the direction of Faust from the ghost in front of him, "I'm really sorry, I didn't expect that Your Excellency is still a powerful spellcaster, and I offended your majesty, and I sincerely apologize to you......"

The old toad is usually used to being bullied, and he has long understood the necessity of admitting defeat, and he does not hesitate to grovel and flatter at this moment.

Faust silently felt the old toad's emotions, and he smelled the sour smell of the lie being exposed—I am afraid that the toad's previous appearance was all pretended, just to get a little better treatment from Faust.

Faust's meningeal concussion was first credited, and his heart was confident, and his waist straightened up, and he stepped forward and said proudly in the common language of mankind: "Listen to Kuaza, you have books here?"

The old toad bowed his head humbly, "Your eyes can penetrate the darkest shadows in the rainforest, and I do guard the largest library among the dozen or so tribes around. ”

As he spoke, the old toad's tone changed from humble to proud.

Faust didn't care about his mood - Kuaza didn't want to enter his door, but it didn't look like it was out of respect. Moreover, the old toad man's posture after being attacked by himself also shows that he is not a high-ranking person in the village - maybe even a fringe member who can only sulk after being beaten.

Thinking of this, Faust naturally didn't care too much about him.

The old toad didn't wait for Faust to answer, he was embarrassed for a second, and could only continue to say to himself: "I'll take you to the reading room, please come down with me." ”

Faust remained arrogant, gesturing the old toad man with his chin to lead the way.

Faust didn't have any prejudice against the old toad man, but he was under a lot of pressure in front of the demigods and the prince, and naturally he had to vent - especially the prince, you have to grovel in front of a person you don't despise at all, and that feels as bad as it gets.

Although this room is quite small, but the structure is not complicated, the central axis of the room is a corridor, there are a total of eight doors on both sides of the corridor, and there is another one directly opposite the corridor, a total of nine rooms, except for the living room of the old toad man in the center, the other eight are library rooms.

Faust listened to the introduction of the old toad man, and couldn't help but nod secretly, a tribe whose social form is not much different from the Neolithic Age, can have so many collections, although it cannot be compared with those big libraries in the old world, but it is not far from the private libraries of ordinary aristocratic families, and it is not simple.

Faust picked a random library and walked in with the old toad man, ordering the old toad to find a thick dictionary, which was a bilingual dictionary for the old toad to teach himself the lingua franca of mankind - the old toad had never seen a human being, and he could speak the lingua franca of man, so he could easily deduce the existence of this book.

Looking at the abstract hieroglyphs, Faust commanded the old toad, "You come and fan me." "Faust has long had enough of the hot, humid and dreary air of the rainforest.

The old toad had just moved a bench to the ground, and before he could catch his breath, he ran to get the fan, and Faust was not polite, and sat down on the stool, letting the old toad stand beside him.

The old toad didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly fanned the wind.

Faust's vocal organs could not speak the language of the Toad People, and the only way to communicate with Kuaza was through words - as for the other Toad People, Faust did not intend to rely on the literacy rate of a primitive tribe.

In order to learn the language, Faust has added all the two skill points he has upgraded to intelligence, and with his current intelligence of 17, it is not difficult to learn the language while being distracted by some less complicated questions.

Faust was thinking about how to spread religion among the toad people.

He didn't understand the language of the Toad People, and even if he made up a bunch of profound and popular teachings, he couldn't pass them on to others—not to mention that he didn't even make up the basics.

Trying to learn the written word at this moment is nothing more than rushing to the doctor—for example, convincing a few literate people through written communication, and then getting them to spread the teachings to other toad people.

After fanning for about a quarter of an hour, the old toad man's hand with the fan began to tremble—he was old after all, and he had taken another meningeal concussion from Faust, and at the moment he was shaky, and he looked a little unsupportable.

Faust saw it in his eyes and waved his hand to signal the old toad to stop the mountain.

The old toad put down his fan a little hesitantly, as if he wondered why Faust had become so talkative.

Of course, Faust didn't care about the old toad's physical condition, he just didn't want to kill the old toad and cause some unnecessary disputes with the toad man, he said, "You're tired too, why don't we take a break." ”

The old toad was in pain at the moment, so he naturally raised his hands in favor of this, and the two closed the book and walked into the old toad man's living room.

The old toad's room was large, but very simple, with only a set of tables and chairs and a bed, and in one corner of the room there were some earthen crucibles and clay vases, which seemed to be a witch doctor in the tribe.

As soon as the old toad entered, he drew out a chair and invited Faust to sit down, and then sat down on the edge of the bed.

Faust motioned for the old toad to lie down, and the old toad carefully lay on his side.

Faust leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, "Tell me about you, isn't the witch doctor a high status in the tribe......?

The old toad was lying on the bed, much more comfortable, and now he was talking a little louder, "Alas...... Indeed, in other tribes, witch doctors always eat the best meat, drink the best wine, and are surrounded by people who are hungry for the protection of their ancestors......"

"This situation in our tribe started with Kuaza's father's generation,"

The old toad began to babble about his memories, because he was too old and his brain had just eaten, and his memories were quite confused in time, and the order of words was reversed, but Faust still listened to the approximation.

The story is nothing more than an old-fashioned struggle for power, when Kuaza's father and the old toad were very young, and it happened that the samurai of the previous generation passed away, and the old toad's mentor, that is, the witch doctor of the previous generation, naturally wanted to monopolize power.

But Kuaza's father, though young, was a brave and resourceful toad man, so one late at night, the old witch doctor went to the woods to collect medicine and never returned.

The transmission of magical knowledge between witch doctors is never recorded in books, and unlike the warcasters, the training cycle of spellcasters is very long, and when the old witch doctor disappears, the old toad can only perform some small tricks that cannot even be called spells.

The status of the witch doctor without magic is still plummeting, and the old samurai chief secretly isolates him in order to prevent the old toad's revenge, although the status of the witch doctor keeps him from being expelled, but he is no longer popular in the village, and eventually becomes a dispensable marginal person.

The tragic experience of the old toad did not arouse Faust's sympathy, but it did inspire Faust to be no better than to force communication with the toad man in words.

Faust sat up straight and smiled at the old toad man, "Do you want to have a spell?"