For the Vasiliki Kingdom, Xavier lacked sufficient knowledge, and all that he knew was derived from the books he read in the carriage.

All he knew was that the Vasiliki Kingdom was a vassal state of the Minoan Empire, about the size of the province of Knossos, and had a low level of autonomy.

Its industry is relatively simple, with the sale of natural resources as its main source of income for the government, and it is also known as the 'Pleasure Country' because it has some of the world's most famous pleasure facilities in its capital.

And this is where Viscount Wallace used to appear.

Stepping out of the carriage, Xavier paid a kroner, straightened out his slightly crumpled garment, and after making sure that nothing was left behind, he walked off into the distance.

Since the arrival of spring, the temperature has changed significantly, and unlike the more northern part of Gournia, Vasiliki's climate is very pleasant, in the parlance of Xavier's previous life, it is in the twenties all year round, and it is neither too hot nor too cold.

For example, at this moment, Xavier can observe that the clothes of the local people are relatively light, and short skirts, shorts, and long-legged stockings can be seen everywhere, which is a beautiful scenery.

It is worth mentioning that the Vasiliki Kingdom, as a vassal state of the empire, its main ethnic groups are actually different from the empire, and the people of the empire are white-skinned, mainly blond and brown-haired.

The people of the kingdom have a darker skin color, mainly dark, and there is not much difference in hair color, but there is less blonde hair, and you can see more black hair like Xavier.

Even the language is different from that of the Empire, and according to Xavier's life experience in Gournia and Knossos, although there are obvious differences in accents and some differences in sentence structure, at least, there will be no problems in communication.

But what about the Vasiliki kingdom? It's like a second language, they can't communicate with each other at all! That's why Xavier is now having some problems at the gateway to the kingdom's capital.

The capital, called Crete, had walls similar to those of the inner city of Zomintos, but was low, only three to four stories high, and had nine gates, each of which had a gate, and those who entered the city had to pass a check before they could enter the city.

Xavier was no exception, he was asked by the local police in front of him to show his identification documents - in the local language, then Xavier naturally couldn't understand it, the two of them played a round of hand and foot rounds, but still couldn't understand each other's meaning.

Eventually, it was the captain of the police who helped them, and he seemed to know a little Minoan and had established a not-so-effective communication with Xavier.

"You, documents, documents!" he said to Xavier.

Xavier nodded, and took out a large pile of things.

Among them, the certificate of the knights' conference, the identity card of the Minoan army, and the resident identity card of the village of Gournya Reston were a little confused.

I don't know if they understood it, but after a while, the policeman returned the document to Xavier and said, "Go, go!"

He only seems to have those words.

Then Xavier is gone.

The language barrier is really a problem Xavier shook his head, he originally thought that the Vasiliki Kingdom, as a vassal state of the empire, should also be able to speak Minoan.

But it turns out that only the people at the higher levels can learn two languages, and the police officers at the bottom are already remarkable that they can speak a few words like the captain.

There should be a slight deviation in the overall education, and I don't know if the younger generation will learn Minoan, if not, there will still be a significant difference between the two places, and there will be a lack of due assimilation.

In Xavier's mind, the best state should be that Minoan can be used as a lingua franca, and the local language will be passed down as a dialect.

But after all, from his point of view, in the eyes of the local people, they may feel that they should learn one more language, just as many people in the previous life were reluctant to learn English.

In the midst of ideas, Xavier entered the capital city of Crete, but what he saw was different from what he had imagined.

He thought that as the 'land of pleasure', the capital of the Vasiliki Kingdom, it should be a harmonious and beautiful scene, but what Xavier saw now was a mess of houses and garbage thrown everywhere.

There is nothing a capital should look like, although the eastern part of the capital is no different.

However, even if the East District is extremely dilapidated, there is still a little hope in the hearts of the people, dreaming of being able to carp and jump over the dragon gate, and the people here seem to lack this motivation, and even the shops selling things on the street have been lifeless.

They don't shout at all, they are quite Buddhist, and they don't have the brainwashing music of Knossos, they simply love to buy and not buy and roll.

Even, now that it's only two or three o'clock in the afternoon, there are already shops with signs saying 'closed', and I don't know if they have a mine at home, or are too lazy to make money, or both.

Just like in the East End, Xavier knew that he didn't have the power to change everything, so he kept walking briskly, being a real passerby, a real bystander.

Xavier knew that he was here to find Viscount Wallace, and the last place where this viscount appeared was the capital city of Crete, but Xavier was not very clear where it was.

He decided to go to the restaurant first and find out the news, according to his previous experience, there are usually more sources in the tavern or restaurant.

As for the language problem, Xavier didn't know how to solve it, but in his mind, there must be a few people in such a large capital who could speak Minoan, right?

He decided to target some well-dressed locals and ask if they could help him.

The reason why he did not ask other ubiquitous passers-by was because Xavier knew that people of lower classes often lacked enough money to learn other knowledge, let alone foreign languages, and this was not discrimination, but an objective fact.

And judging the class by the clothes is the most effective way for Xavier now, the so-called people by their appearance, people with more gorgeous clothes, their class should also be higher, although there are exceptions, but more often this is the truth.

Through this judgment, Xavier found a girl who could speak Minoan in a more ornate restaurant.

It took him more than two hours.

Most of the people he met during this time shook their heads, or smiled at him and said, "I don't know Minoan." ”

It was in Minoan.

There's nothing wrong with that, after all, it's probably the only thing they know.

All in all, Xavier is now happy that he can finally find someone who can speak the same language.

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