"You even know the eight leaves?"

After hearing Norman's words, Xiu didn't say to give or not to give, nor did he ask Norman what he wanted the eight leaves for, but was surprised that Norman could actually shout this term.

The only difference between it and wild grass is that each leaf has eight leaves on the same stem, hence the name of the eight leaves.

The wonderful thing about this herb is that it becomes charred and dehydrated when burned with charcoal, and at the same time emits a special smell.

That smell has the effect of calming the mind and concentrating the mind, and what the mage needs to meditate is to calm the mind and get rid of distracting thoughts, so many mages will use the eight leaves to help themselves meditate, especially those who are lower in the rank, such as the black-robed mage, the stronger the dependence on the eight leaves, but those who don't need the eight leaves of the senior mages often do not refuse the eight leaves - although the eight leaves are not of much use to them, but if the conditions allow, it is naturally better to be able to help more.

However, although the eight leaves are famous, it is not a secret, it is only relative to the real mage group, the gray-robed mage can know the eight-branch leaves is still a little surprising to Xiu, after all, the gray-robed mage is a bit of a big gap between ordinary people and real mages, and they are completely people from two worlds.

"Of course, I think you also know that there is not a gray-robed mage who does not want to become a real mage, and I have tried many methods, and the Eight Branches are one of them. ”

Norman was speaking the lingua franca here, because Xiu also used the lingua franca to communicate with him, and it was clear that the mage was far from being able to communicate in the ancient language.

After hearing this, Xiu glanced at the rags spread out on the table and nodded.

In front of him was obviously not an ordinary gray-robed mage, although this person was not a real mage, but his attainments in ancient languages were indeed amazing for a gray-robed mage, because several ancient words on the rags were not known to him.

Such a gray-robed mage is indeed not so incredible to know the eight leaves.

"I think I understand, you still don't want to die, you still want to be a real mage. ”

Xiu looked Norman up and down a few more times, and said, "It's true that you are still young, you shouldn't even be thirty, and there is indeed hope, but why should I give it to you?"

Obviously, Norman's sudden status as a gray-robed mage from the original slave only surprised him a little, and it didn't make him feel good enough, and Norman was not surprised by this, and he was prepared.

"It's not a give, I think you can interpret him as a deal. ”

"Deal?"

Xiu's face was indifferent, and he didn't express his disdain for Norman, but he obviously didn't think he had any good deal with the gray-robed mage.

"Yes, deals. ”

Norman nodded.

Xiu reached out and tapped the rag on the table.

"You're not trying to say you invented it, are you?"

The correction pointed to the frame drawn on the rags, which was the rice square.

If you really want to talk about this thing, you can really say that you invented it yourself.

Norman thought so in his heart, but didn't say so, just kept his mouth shut, and Xiu quickly picked up his own words, it seems that he didn't intend to give Norman a chance to admit it.

"I advise you not to say yes, and even if you say you are, I won't believe you, because everyone knows that the ancient cage was the genius invention of that Mr. Justin, the Light of Cárdenas. It's said that the gentleman has very bright blond hair, and you're dark-haired, and Mr. Justin isn't even fully adult, he's a real genius, and you're almost thirty, aren't you? ”

When Mr. Justin was mentioned, Xiu, who had always been indifferent and expressionless, showed a rare trace of respect, and glanced at the north from afar.

Justin?

Although only a year has passed in the real world, Norman's experience in this year is too rich, it is worth ten years and eight years for others, plus the time that has passed in two reincarnation times and three thousand worlds, he now recalls the things of a year ago as if it were decades ago, so when he heard this name, he was still a little unfamiliar, and after thinking for a while, he remembered who it was.

However, Norman still didn't say anything, he cared more about Xiu's statement than who invented the old saying.

You're almost thirty, and it's the second time Xiu has said this.

I look like I'm almost thirty, but I'm only a nineteen-year-old teenager!

If other people's years are a pig-killing knife, then your own years are a dragon-slaying knife.

"And the ancient language cage is certainly an epoch-making great invention, but its secret is no longer a secret, you don't want to use this secret that is no longer a secret to trade with me, right?"

It has been more than a year since the ancient language cage appeared in this world, no matter how underdeveloped the mainland transportation is, this great invention should have spread among the mages on the mainland, and the greatness of the ancient language cage is focused on creativity, and there are no technical secrets in itself, which Norman naturally has already thought, so what he wants to trade is not the ancient language cage.

"Of course not, what I want to trade is the knowledge of ancient languages. ”

Xiu's complexion became a little strange, and his tone was slightly elevated and slightly changed.

"You mean you, you gray-robed mage, to teach me ancient languages?"

He didn't directly denounce Norman for joking, indicating that Xiu's cultivation was indeed quite good, and in fact, Norman's idea did sound quite ridiculous.

It is already a very lucky thing for a gray-robed mage to be able to be taught by a black-robed mage, where have you heard of a gray-robed mage teaching a black-robed mage?

But Norman just nodded and admitted, "That's right." ”

"Mr. Xiu, you should also know that in fact, many gray-robed mages like me can't become black-robed mages, the reasons are diverse, even if a gray-robed mage is advanced in his ancient language, as long as he can't find a suitable god to sign a contract, he still can't become a real mage, and I happen to be such a person. ”

But you're not a real mage, so you don't know that when a real mage shakes the subtitles in the meditation space, he is cultivating on the one hand, and on the other hand, his understanding of ancient words will also be improved and deepened in this way. And the gray-robed mage will never have such an opportunity, so under the same conditions, a gray-robed mage will never be able to master the knowledge of ancient languages as a real mage. What's more, how old are you? At your age, you're still a gray-robed mage, and you can imagine the depth of your knowledge base of ancient languages.

Xiu wanted to say this to Norman, but Norman spoke quickly and didn't give him a chance to interject.

"Let's say this old saying. ”

Norman also took a slight step and added a gesture that pointed to the ancient word he had written on the far left of the rag.

That's a "plan".

It is pronounced cuan, which means to burn fire, to cook food. ”

Then Norman moved his arm slightly, pointing to the second ancient language to the left.

That's a "mane".

"Its pronunciation is yu, and it has many meanings, one means to sell, and another has a meaning similar to the ancient word 'yu', which means to raise,"

Speaking of this, Norman suddenly lowered his voice and said softly, "It even has an overflowing meaning in the heretical language family. ”

When he said this, Norman's eyes paused on Xiu's face intentionally or unintentionally, and he was only slightly moved when he saw him, but there was no other expression.

Acting naturally, it seems that this Dharma cultivator is a classical mage as he expected, and has nothing to do with the Patriarchal Religion, the Liberal God Religion or anything.

Norman continued: "And then there's the '爩', which is also pronounced 'yu', which means to describe a state of smoke coming out......"

Norman explained the words he had written on the rags.

To be honest, before today, not to mention these old sayings, even he didn't know them, all of them were temporarily found by the Knights Templar for him to teach him, for the sake of this moment. And Xiu was silent under Norman's usual explanations.

He was no longer unable to interject from words, but he really didn't want to speak, because he didn't expect that Norman really mastered these ancient words.

He used to think that this guy named Barton just didn't know where to learn these old sayings, and even made them up to bluff him, but now he heard this Barton speak very smoothly, and it didn't look like it.

Norman concluded his remarks by the end, explaining all the old words he had written on the rags.

"Mr. Xiu, as you can see, although I am only a gray-robed mage, my ancient language attainment is definitely more than just a gray-robed mage, so I think this transaction is completely worth your consideration. ”

Norman's last sentence was not continued in lingua franca, but in ancient language, with coherent and fluent pronunciation, subdued intonation, correct and round words, and fair and rigorous word order, which could be used as listening material for the red-robed mage examination.

Xiu was completely silent, because he found that he couldn't fully understand what Norman said at the end! But from the pronunciation, from the things he could understand, he could still tell that the gray-robed mage in front of him was not talking nonsense. The reason why I can't fully understand it is because my ancient language level is not enough.

Xiu had to admit that, as the gray-robed mage in front of him said, his level of ancient language seemed to be really inferior to the other party.

Mages have always been proud, because they are much stronger than ordinary people, and cultivation is no exception.

Even Xiu is extremely proud of himself among mages, because he is a genius himself: he is only 26 years old now, but he is already a three-star black-robed mage with an unlimited future, which is completely worthy of his pride. What's more, he still has that thing in his hand now, and when he thinks that thing can be called an anti-heaven effect, it is even more magical than the legendary artifact!

With something like that in his hands, why shouldn't he be proud?

Xiu was so proud, his pride didn't allow a lowly gray-robed mage to talk so eloquently in front of him, and even asked the other party to be his teacher!

Isn't it just a matter of knowing more old sayings? It's not a big deal.

As he learns deeper, he will eventually come into contact with more and more ancient languages, and the learning of ancient languages is a gradual process, this gray-robed mage knows more ancient languages is his business, but he can't instill all the ancient language knowledge he knows into his mind at once, after all, he still has to learn slowly.

Thinking about it like this, Xiu also felt that this really didn't seem to be a big deal.

Not to mention that this gray-robed mage used this kind of equal posture to make a deal with him, even if the other party knelt on the ground, crying bitterly and begging him to make a deal with him, he would not agree.

It's not about the eight leaves, it's about the dignity and pride of a true mage!

Xiu's heart at this moment is extremely firm.

Although Xiu's expression is relatively indifferent, he is also an ordinary person, and his indifference and expressionlessness are deliberately made, and he does not seem to be born with a permanent poker face like Atrimicia. In addition, this mage obviously put too much energy into mage research, and he obviously failed in terms of human feelings and worldliness, and his disguise skills were very poor, so Norman could easily see through his inner activities at the moment from his face and eyes.

It seems that there are still not enough chips.

Without waiting for Xiu to respond, Norman spoke again, "The ancient language font is on the one hand, on the other hand, I also have a set of ancient language pronunciation skills called 'pinyin', which can help you quickly and accurately master the accurate pronunciation of each ancient language, my ......"

Pinyin is not the same as the ancient language cage, the ancient language cage was originally widely spread, and it was "invented" by Justin, and it spread more widely. Norman only taught Peggy Pinyin, and Peggy was not a "great inventor" like Justin, so Norman felt that Xiu might not know what it was, so he wanted to explain, but he didn't expect that before he could start the introduction, the words were interrupted.

"Is it pinyin?!"

Xiu, who had just been firm in his heart like iron and steel, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he stared at Norman like a hungry wolf.

"It's the only way to cast spells quickly in the legend, and the legendary 'Father's darling' Miss Peggy will reproduce the twin holy relics in the world, pinyin?!"

The Legendary "Quick Cast" The Only Way to Return the Father's Favorite Twin Relics?

What is this?

Norman was stunned when he heard this, and the mage cultivator had already pounced on him with green eyes like a hungry wolf, and grabbed Norman's hand.

"Deal!"

He seemed to have forgotten that he had just been prepared to steer down the deal, and that he had been completely deluded by the bait that Norman had thrown in front of him.

Well, that's fragrant.