In fact, it is easier to see more things from the arrangement of words than from the words.

If it weren't for the kind of paper with a fixed grid, a grid could only hold one word, such as a completely blank paper, ten people could write it, and it might look the same from the word, but from their arrangement, it would definitely be varied, each with a different length.

Some words and lines may be arranged like armies in full array, which is pleasing to the eye, while others may be like a messy pile of straw, which is unbearable.

If Fang Tian had dragged out those who could only type on the computer keyboard or mobile phone keyboard at that time in his previous life and let them write a blank page of paper, then seven or eight out of ten of them would have created a more chaotic arrangement of words than a straw pile, so that something that was obviously written by earthlings might look more like Martian script, or Zenith star script, making people wonder if they were traversers.

But those who are degraded can be excluded. Their hands can no longer be called hands, but only claws.

This is in general.

There are general, and of course there are unusual. If something written by someone who is aware of this or has been specially trained, it may have hidden properties, hiding most of their own information, and sometimes even deliberately revealing information that is wrong or even completely opposite to their own attributes.

It's just that Fang Tian concluded that the natives of this world shouldn't be able to play such a high-end trick.

If they can really play it, then he will have to admit it.

It's like if you go to a primitive society to travel, and you accidentally knock on the plate they are eating, and find that it is actually a superalloy, or even a UFO, as long as you say "Oh sesame open the door" to it, it will automatically glow and amplify, and become a flying machine......

If this really happens, what else can you say except being speechless?

Looking at the letter paper, Fang Tian probably determined some information about the owner of the letter.

Then he said to Owen Anderson, who was waiting for him to read the results of the letter, "It's nothing, just ask about the story I told yesterday, and I'll get back to him later." However, since he was able to find Uncle Batu to deliver this letter, why didn't he just come and pay a visit? Wouldn't that be more convenient?"

As soon as he said this, the faces of everyone present turned strange.

Pierre, who had been watching the excitement for a long time, interjected angrily: "Little brother, what is your status now?

Hearing this, Fang Tian was extremely stunned.

But then he glanced left and right, and found that everyone around him, including Owen Anderson and even the little red-haired Grote, all looked like they were all concerned about Pierre's words, and some even nodded their heads, feeling that Pierre's words really reached the tip of their hearts.

Fang Tian was even more stunned.

Brother is also a person with status now?Even a third-level magician is just a small magic apprentice, isn't it something you can meet me if you want to?

Fang Tian was stunned, as if he woke up from sleep and suddenly found that he had become Ultraman.

He didn't know the reaction of Sharjah and the others, and if he knew, he would probably be even more shocked and his jaw dropped. Because not to mention Sharjah, even the gray-robed mage and the thin old man who kept calling at Fang Tian's "boy" and "boy", after hearing Pierre's words just now, they also took it for granted.

It turns out that my brother is not a potential stock, but a real scalper stock.

No wonder there was a saying in the previous life called "the seven-rank official in front of the prime minister", according to this situation, it is estimated that it will not be long before a magician of the seventh or eighth level or a martial artist of the fourth or fifth level will become "small" in the eyes or mouth of Owen Pierre.

Fang Tian shook his head and sighed, and stopped talking.

He was thinking about how to reply to this "little third-level magic apprentice" named Joseph.

For Batu's sake, I still have to give a reply. No matter what kind of affection Batu owed this person before, but since Batu took over this matter, it is not good to save his face. He is now a member of the Maple Forest Mercenary Group, and he doesn't even give face to his brothers in the group, so what is it like?

Besides, it's really not a big deal for him.

Even Lobel and he can have sincere fellowship with each other, revealing a lot of things out, and there are not many more Josephs now.

It's just that how to say it, what Cheng dù to say, I really have to think about it. ,

The so-called "a thousand glasses of wine for a confidant, and more than half a sentence of speculation" is actually the same thing when put into this kind of practice and exchange.

Just like Morrissey and Pat, they didn't even want Fang Tian to open their mouths, and directly handed over their meditation rules and some other cultivation secrets to him, and if someone else plotted against them, it would definitely not be a word, fighting for their lives, and they would also see life and death, either the plotters would die, or they would die.

But if it was to give these things to Fang Tian, it would be no different from giving out an apple.

Of course, the other way around, Fang Tian did the same for them. No matter how capable they were, and how far they could go, Fang Tian would never hesitate to pass on the next meditation method to them.

Even, as long as they had such thoughts and determination, even if they couldn't get to that step, Fang Tian would try his best to help them get there.

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Tian had made up his mind, and asked Pierre, the butler, to go to his room and bring paper and pens. ...... In this kind of occasion involving "business", Little Berg, Little Dick, Little Ai, Little Kiki, and they have always been far away, which seems to be a kind of rule that does not become a mosquito.

Fang Tian asked Pierre to do this, this was by no means indicating, but deliberately giving the old housekeeper face. Sure enough, when Pierre heard Fang Tian asking him to get paper and pen, he immediately blossomed and walked over with a red light on his face.

Fang Tian estimated that at least in three or five days, this matter would become a proud show off for him, and even his words Fang Tian had thought about it for him: "Do you know? Little brother, yes, it's the little genius you are talking about, he received a letter yesterday...... The pen and paper that my brother used to reply, but I gave them to him!"

This was by no means Fang Tian's conjecture or bragging to himself or anything, but that this old housekeeper had already had such a history too many times. In fact, it's not just Pierre's old butler, even Owen Anderson is a skinny monkey, and many times the same.

But slowly, he got used to it, and he couldn't get used to it. ...... There are people like this all around, isn't he used to doing it?