When he was learning Gamoree with Rembrandt, Rembrandt briefly introduced to Leo the development of various language families in the three continents of Veron, and mentioned a linguist named Francis, because it was this linguist who sorted out and classified the world's languages for the first time and created the famous Veron language tree system.

For this reason, the old man Rembrandt also focused on the person Francis, and said that except for Gamore, Francis knew far more than him about the world's languages.

Francis's full name is Francis Hamilton, and his identity is the second son of the Grand Duke of Hamilton in the Kingdom of Sigmar, although he was not able to inherit the title of Grand Duke, but he owned a part of the shares of the Hamilton Shipping Company.

When Francis inherited the shares, it was when the Kingdom of Sigma dominated the seas, and the Hamilton Shipping Company was also the largest shipping company in the world at that time, so the benefits created by the shares of the Hamilton Shipping Company every year were enough for Francis to live an extremely luxurious life.

Francis, like the rest of the boys, did a lot of ridiculous things, but he eventually found his interest in studying languages around the world, and with the help of his deep pockets, his language research went very well, and he became the best linguist in the world.

It's just that Francis's living environment fostered his reckless character, and he committed extremely serious crimes as a result.

In order to study an ancient language on the Minsk continent, he went to the desert kingdom of Savile to rob the tomb, and it was also a stolen royal tomb, and was caught red-handed by the mausoleum guards.

Although the Kingdom of Sigma was the overlord of the sea and a world power at that time, it could not pose any threat to Savile, the landlocked power of the Minsk continent, and finally Savile sentenced Francis to life imprisonment and imprisoned him in the worst desert prison for more than 40 years, until the old man Rembrandt introduced Francis to Leo, he was still imprisoned in prison.

The reason why Leo thought that the old man in front of him was Francis Hamilton at this time was because Rembrandt mentioned that among the linguists in the entire world of Veron, only Francis was proficient in any religious language.

Just now, the old man just looked at the patterns on the metal fragments, and he could tell with such certainty that the patterns were the words of the priests of the ancient gods, which showed that the old man himself knew this ancient language very well, which was almost lost, and only Francis, who was proficient in religious languages, could do it.

The old man holding the box soon came to the tent where he was, judging from the arrangement of the tent, the French Empire attached great importance to this old man, not only prepared a completely independent tent for him, but also arranged the tent in the middle of the barracks, surrounded by elite soldiers.

The old man obviously didn't like to work with anyone else, and there was no one else in the whole tent except him, not even an assistant. After the old man put the box full of metal fragments on the ground, he personally took out each piece of the box inside, wiped it clean with a soft cloth, and then smeared it with a layer of anti-corrosion vegetable oil, rubbed the metal pieces with paper, and put them on the wooden shelves in the tent according to different types.

After putting away the metal fragments, the old man lay on a desk with a special spotlight, checked the patterns that had just been rubbed one by one, and at the same time unloaded some simple notes and introductions from the blank space of the rubbed paper, and finally took out a very thick folder from the bookshelf, and put these rubbing patterns neatly into the folder.

Although the sorting work is very simple, it is also time-consuming, just sorting out a box of metal fragments has taken more than four hours, and the whole process requires concentrated identification and analysis, so the loss of brain power is also very large.

Even though the old man had an extremely strong enthusiasm for these ancient languages, he did not have enough energy after all, and his face was already full of tiredness.

The old man did not force his body and mind to continue his study, lowered the curtain of the tent, and then walked to the simple marching bed in the corner and lay down, and soon fell into a deep sleep, and the tent also sounded regular snoring.

At this moment, the bird possessed by Leo flew in through the window of the tent and landed on a shelf containing a large number of metal shards, and then he came into contact with witchcraft to break away from the bird. I saw that the black image on the bird's feathers turned into a cloud of black smoke surging out and falling to the ground, forming a black mist that gathered but not dispersed, and gradually expanded, and Leo's body quickly restored in the black mist.

After his body was completely restored, Leo stepped out of the black mist, which was scattered on the ground like dust and quickly disappeared.

Leo strode over to the bookshelf and carefully pulled out one of the thickest notes from the shelf, which, judging by the wear marks, must have been written a long time ago.

After flipping through the notebook and looking at the date marked on it, Leo learned that the earliest content of the notebook was more than twenty years old, and he was sure that the old man on the marching bed behind him was the Francis Hamilton he had guessed.

The notes are about some of the linguistic research that Francis did while he was in prison. Although Francis's prison was one of the toughest in the world, Francis himself was rich and prestigious, and he himself was no worse than the outside world except for the restrictions on his movements.

Moreover, some scholars often go to the prison with some linguistic questions and ancient relics to ask Francis for teaching, so Francis's language research has not been interrupted for so many years, and all the research has been completely recorded by him in his notes, and these notes are on the bookshelf in front of Leo.

Through Gamorre, Leo learned that the ancient languages of the Veron world contained some mysterious powers that could affect psionic energy, so he also attached great importance to linguistic knowledge.

Leo didn't put the notes in the storage space, but stood next to the bookshelf and looked through them, carefully jotting down the contents of the notes.

This was not because he really couldn't wait to master the language knowledge recorded in the notes, but because when he was looking through the notes just now, he found that there was something abnormal in his brain.

Although for unknown reasons, he lost the auxiliary abilities of the parabrain system, and even the method of creating the parabrain, such as facial brain splitting, could not be remembered, but just now, he found that some of the abilities of the parabrain did not seem to have disappeared, but were retained.

For example, the ability to record images, Leo's notes are messy and numerous, and it may be difficult to move them in a short period of time if he wants to memorize them with his own memory ability, but his brain can record the entire picture of the note in the form of image data in his brain at the moment he sees the note, without knowing the Naxi knowledge in the note, just like a scanned picture, as long as he needs it.

In addition, Leo has also found through some tests that the ability of the auxiliary brain system of this image recording is not only preserved as it is, but also enhanced.

For example, in the past, if Leo wanted to record the text content on the notes, he had to read it carefully from beginning to end, so that it could be recognized by the auxiliary brain system as raw data and stored in the database. This is not a defect in the ability of the parabrain system, but a defect in the cognitive discrimination ability of each person's subconscious to knowledge images, which can only be fragmented, centralized and abstract, while knowledge memory requires logic, continuity and comprehension.

But now Leo found that his brain disappeared with the parabrain, which seemed to break this cognitive defect, as long as it can be presented in the form of a picture, whether it is a dynamic image in the picture, or static knowledge, it can be completely recorded by the brain, and there is no need to understand anything on the picture.

In short, his brain and eyes are a brain-level server with no artificial intelligence, high-definition cameras, and a superdatabase.

At this moment, Leo didn't know whether the changes in his brain were ultimately good or bad, but from the current situation, the changes in his brain were a good thing, he no longer had to read through every memorized book as before, he only needed to turn the pages at a certain speed. Although this method of recording does not allow him to understand the knowledge in the books, it can shorten the recording time, and when he wants to learn this knowledge, he only needs to find time to access the images.

In this way, Leo has become much more flexible in his time arrangement, and he can completely let his mind enter a state of light sleep while sleeping, and let his body rest while learning the knowledge that has been recorded.

Although there are a lot of book notes on the shelves, Leo's image recording is so strong that it took less than half an hour to record everything in image form.

After recording Francis's linguistic research materials, Leo moved to the metal fragments placed on the wooden shelves next to him, and picked up each metal fragment, carefully sensing the psionic fluctuations on it.

However, he had just examined a dozen pieces of metal when a small noise from outside the tent drew his attention.

Leo put down the metal fragment in his hand, moved quickly, retreated to the shadow between the two wooden frames, and then took out a spider from his pocket that he had caught in the forest before, and while chanting some incantations, he crushed the spider and sprinkled it on his body, and the moment the spider debris fell on him, the shadows around him spread like oil, enveloping his whole person, and making him completely melt into the shadows.

Just as Leo was hiding with shadow magic, the curtain of the tent suddenly opened a corner, and a black shadow came in from the outside, and when he got in, he was also very skillful in lowering the corner of the curtain silently.

I saw that the intruder was wearing a black tight-fitting leather coat, which was printed with some Turing roots, and emitted a faint wave of psionic energy, which seemed to be a wizarding artifact. In addition, the intruder's head was covered by a black hood, the eyes were covered with equipment similar to diving goggles, and the other facial features were not leaking, only judging from the body size that it was a man.

On the back of the intruder, he carried a special tactical backpack with weapons such as crossbows and some elaborate mechanical tools.

Leo's gaze swept over the intruder, then the crossbow on his backpack paused for a moment, and then quietly waited for the intruder's next move.

The intruder scanned the tent and finally landed on the sleeping Francis, followed him to the side of the bed, reached for a metal tube from the pendant of the backpack, and twisted the metal tube a little, and a puff of milky white smoke emerged from the nozzle at one end of the metal tube and coiled in the air, showing no signs of dissipating.

The intruder's fingers then quickly drew a few circles around the edge of the smoke, and the smoke flew towards Francis's face as if it had been controlled, enveloping his face in it, and was soon sucked into Francis's body.

At the moment of inhaling the smoke, Francis's snoring suddenly stopped, but instead of waking up, he fell into a deeper sleep, and his breathing became more gradual and long.

After solving the problem of Francis's awakening, the intruder immediately walked to the bookshelf where Leo had been staying for a long time, quickly and purposefully rummaged through his notes, and soon found what he was looking for.

I saw that he took out a roll of paper from the cylinder hanging from his waist, then spread out the paper, put it on the information he found, and then took out a bottle of liquid, sprayed it evenly on the paper, and then the page of information was printed on the white paper above.

The intruder then copied the required documents in the same way, and when all the materials were ready, he rolled the paper back into a cylinder, then turned and walked out of the tent.

Just as he reached the tent door, he suddenly stopped, quickly took off the crossbow, through the mechanism on the crossbow, let the arrow automatically wind, and aimed the tip of the arrow at the place where it was hidden, and at the same time said coldly in a low voice: "Your Excellency should have seen enough after watching for so long, right? Come out and talk! It seems that we should all be enemies of the empire, and we may be able to have a chance to cooperate." ”

"Impossible, we will not cooperate, because I have never regarded the French Empire as an enemy. His whereabouts were discovered, and Leo did not hide any longer, and after removing the shadow from his body, he stepped out, and while indicating the force field, he also saluted the intruder according to aristocratic etiquette, and said, "Long time no see, Baron Maupassant, or Miss Sylvia Belmont." ”