As they got closer, the conversation of several people did not subside, and there were even some things that should not have been heard by him. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info think that they must have checked Wen Yuan before, and somehow established the fact that he didn't know the lingua franca of the Terran - the previous fact.

The bonfire was burning fiercely, and on it was a huge animal, already roasted golden and oily.

Wen Yuan remained silent, sat down on a wooden box by the fire, and observed everything quietly and curiously.

"I really hate this kind of stupid little white face, from the bottom of my heart, unspeakable hate!"

Saying such words in his mouth, this one smiled very brightly at Wen Yuan, and his big white teeth stood out against the brown-black skin.

"Look at him! I want to screw his head off and throw it in the manure pit and let maggots crawl all over his eye sockets!"

Viciously cursing Wen Yuan, the big man with brown skin and a majestic figure like an iron tower was still laughing, and even when he met Wen Yuan's eyes, he stretched out his right hand and smashed his left chest with a fist.

This is the general etiquette of the plateau barbarians to show friendship to others, Wen Yuan glanced at him with slight dissatisfaction, turned his head, and expressed his dislike for his rudeness, and a cold style suddenly rose, forcing him to be full of value.

"Hahaha......"

The other two couldn't help laughing, and the thin young man teased: "Brute, it's really nice to see you eating deflated, although he didn't mean to." ”

The archer also replied: "I'm afraid you don't have a chance to make your wish come true, he is a lady's treasure, and the butler wants to check it without permission, so it's better for you to think about how to confront him." ”

"Hahaha! yes, it may not be long before you're assigned to be his bodyguard. ”

The brute bull raised his fist at the two of them, and said disdainfully: "I'm going to slap him? This stupid little white face who can be pinched to death with one handful? Look at it, after the lady has played enough, I will personally break every bone of him!

"Save it! Earth Hammer, is it a great job?! plus my Wind Feather and Hans's Shulker Blade, it's not worth a finger. ”

The archer's tone was still so careless, but a hint of jealousy flashed on his face, which happened to be caught by Wen Yuan, who had been observing everyone.

"yes, it's really different this time...... Stupid barbarian, do you know how long it has been since the Empire has found a new plane?" said the thin young man, Hans, turning his head to look at Wen Yuan's body, his eyes greedy and fiery as he swept over his shirt, cufflinks, and belt.

"I don't know...... "The bull scratched his bald head in embarrassment, and then asked unconvinced: "Do you know?"

"Of course I do. The thin young man raised his head proudly and squinted at the barbarian man: "70 years." Do you know what that means? This little white face you want to screw off your head is worth the sum of 10 years of income of the Imperial Imperial Family!"

It feels so good to pretend to be forced...... Seeing the unbelievable stupidity of the wild bull with his mouth wide open, the thin young man was very excited, and his face turned slightly red.

However, the next moment, the archer calmly spoke, and his good mood was extinguished.

"Dear Hans, you miscalculated, it's 188. The value is not as small as you estimated, at least it can push the family to the second throne of the four majors! As for the first ...... You know, it's a matter of luck. ”

The thin young man named Hans was shocked and disbelieving, and roared angrily: "Aaron Northting, Feather of the Wind, your joke is not funny at all! When the family taught the knowledge of the elementary plane, I deliberately saved enough to contribute to it!"

"So it's just rudimentary plane knowledge...... But this is a higher plane. Shrugging his shoulders in a dashing manner, Aaron unceremoniously poured salt into Hans's wound, "If you still don't believe me, ask the butler." ”

The brute bull, who was confused, and Hans, who was still in disbelief, turned their heads to look at the "butler", the shriveled figure whose whole body was covered in a cloak, and even his face was blocked by a black smoke screen.

The butler raised his head slightly, his gaze hidden behind the smoke, and looked past the bonfire and at Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan's heart froze, there was a feeling as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake, enduring the psychological discomfort, he glanced at the housekeeper without any expression, and then looked away from Gao Leng Fan and concentrated on studying the barbecue that had exuded an attractive aroma.

"Silly, the reaction of the little white face is not like a normal person......" The brute scratched his head in confusion and looked at Aaron with a look of help: "Do you really think that he is from that higher plane?"

Aaron didn't speak, but Hans answered, muttering, "Who knows...... Anyway, if you've spent a day in a lady's room, there's no normal person, right?"

Wen Yuan couldn't help but vomit in his heart when he heard this.

Before coming out, of course, he considered the issue of attitude, and the final decision was to treat himself as a transparent person, treat the other party as translucent, and it is not unreasonable to love anyone else, so that he has a preconceived impression, and it is convenient to pretend to be a ghost after getting acquainted.

After a moment of silence, the butler finally spoke for the first time, speaking slowly and frustratedly, and his voice was hoarse, like a night owl, and like a blunt knife and saw bones, which made people goosebumps in disgust.

"It should ...... Be...... Higher Plane ...... That's right. I...... Sensing ...... Waves, rush over...... Found ...... He. ”

Wen Yuan looked at the housekeeper in surprise, his expression was nine points true and one point false, a person's voice could be so ugly and terrifying, he was really shocked.

As if he had done something particularly strenuous and the butler lowered his head again and stopped paying attention to everyone.

Aaron, the archer, took over the conversation and explained to the two: "There are no people in this vicinity for a hundred miles, the environment is treacherous, he has no power, his clothes and miscellaneous items are unheard of, he is neither an aboriginal nor an adventurer, he must have broken through the space and came here directly." ”

"When the butler found him, he had passed out, but he was intact and uninjured. Crossing from the lower plane to the higher plane, no matter what way, he had to withstand huge spatial pressure, and with his physical fitness, it was impossible to withstand it. So, he came from a plane that was at least at the same level as the current Templar Continent. ”

Hans was not yet fully convinced, and continued to argue, "There is no other possibility, such as teleportation from which closed secret realm?"

Aaron looked at him with idiotic eyes: "As the main plane of the Templar Continent that once had supreme influence, most of the Terrans in the plane speak the lingua franca of the Templar Continent, and even the high-level demons of the dark side can stumble and say a few words, and now they have picked up a human who has no reaction to the Awakening Technique, you tell me where he came from?"

"Lingua Franca, Demon Language, Elven Language, Celestial Language...... Do you know how much material the butler consumes?"

Hans snorted, unable to refute for a long time, and his anxious eyes kept rolling.

It turned out to be a wake-up technique...... Wen Yuan suddenly realized.

This spell was a trick back then, on the one hand, it had a training effect, and on the other hand, it was also used to understand the application process of spiritual power in spells.

Here's how it works - a person who is asleep or unconscious always has a deep memory of the native language used, and by using spells to stimulate the relevant area, there will be a minimum stress response.

If you don't use the right language to wake up, such as using Elven language to the demons, then there will be no reaction.

So, it's pretty good to use this trick to wake up a snooze child, but that's about it.

However, in the knowledge instilled by the Holy Light into Wen Yuan, the casting level of this trick is super low, and it does not require any materials, only the awakening syllables of the corresponding language and a small amount of spiritual power to shape the spell structure, and it can be successfully cast.

The trick has to be cast with materials, what the hell?! Could it be that the current spell casting environment is already so bad?!

There is no more unfortunate news than this, you know, Wen Yuan has always been very envious of the master. In the snap of his fingers, the chic of the ashes of the canopy is comparable to the bitter warriors with half sweat, half blood, and a foot of mud?

Looking at it now, although the status of the mage seems to be still there, the resources required are probably not a small number, and the harsh spell casting conditions will inevitably lead to a decrease in combat power, and it is not known how much glory there used to be.

The world is changing more than I imagined......

In Wenyuan's continuous contemplation, the aroma of the barbecue became more and more intense, and dinner was almost ready.

The bull lifted the hot iron chisel with one hand and easily laid it across Hans's eyes, muttering, "Well, I see. Anyway, this stupid little white face is worth a lot of money, and I don't have a chance to screw his head, do I?"

Hans pulled out a few plates from the box behind him, and his right hand, which was always playing with the short sword, flew up and down, and slices of fine roast meat were layered on top of each other, and he responded angrily.

"Don't think about it! Even if the lady has had enough, she needs a local who understands the situation, with fine skin and tender meat, and a cold look that no one looks down on, and she is still a big nobleman. If your brain isn't stuck in muscles, listen to me, go and stammer, stammer!"

As he spoke, Hans handed Wen Yuan the well-heaped and spiky barbecue plate, and smiled decently.

Wen Yuan responded with a slight bow, took the plate, but complained frantically in his heart.

Fuck your sister! Is it frigid? Stupid, is it a little white face? Bullying me for not knowing the lingua franca?

All of them, wait for Lao Tzu!