"your lungs! How many of your servants are baating on the streets? The net department knows that the big eyes are watching me and the people, and I have to be idle, don't you know if you don't have a helper early? ......" (What kind of nerves are you little bastards, watching me get cut off with your eyes wide open, that ...... What does the following sentence mean? Ah, the last sentence is to help TMD! ）

Despite the temporary loss of Klado's support, we were able to eliminate all the remaining vampires with relative ease. Thankfully, while Longbow Shooter was hardly a proper priest, he didn't completely abandon his professional skills, and actually learned the advanced spell of "Gift of Life" in due time. When the battle was over, he immediately resurrected the minotaur shaman who had been killed in the battle.

The resurrected minotaur looked very agitated, and as soon as he got up, he shouted at us at the top of his lungs. He spoke quickly and urgently, as if he was holding a mouth full of beans and trying to spit them out one by one in the shortest possible time. His pronounced pronounced prowess with a thick nasal voice and a seldom use of tongue curls conclusively prove that this is the language of the Minotaurs, who are known to have larger nasal cavities than all other sapient races, and whose large tongues are probably not very flexible.

But to be fair, although I didn't understand what he was saying at all, the language sounded very rhythmic, like a passionate percussion, and people could feel the energetic national culture of the Minotaurs, which sounded very pleasant.

"Who knows what the hell this guy is talking about?" Longbow Shooter asked suspiciously.

"I don't know......," the Yangtze River Delta interface replied. However, after a brief reflection, he gave a very convincing answer:

“…… You've just brought him back to life, and he's probably thanking you......"

We all felt he had a point.

"Oh, that's the case...... "Longbow Shooting Sun suddenly realized, and quickly waved his hand to Crado: "...... No thanks, that's what I'm supposed to do! ”

Crado is a deep and righteous Minotaur, and his gratitude to his savior is like a surging river. Despite his repeated polite rejection of his thanks, he was still beating his chest and bursting into tears, probably frustrating that he couldn't find a way to express his gratitude:

“…… It's really a black boy, hanging up to see the copy, and as a result, the people in the same class who don't know how to speak Cantonese are buried together, and they don't want to rebel if they know it......" (It's really unlucky, I'm only busy with the copy, and I ended up getting together with a group of people who can't speak Cantonese, and I didn't quit the team if I knew it...... ）

While Klado and Longbow Shooting Sun were entangled, the elven mage Black Aurora, who had been standing aside, finally couldn't help but come over and pat Klado on the shoulder:

"Nong just cut down? Chenguang is early, Allah is early! (Don't be verbose, it's not early, let's leave early) he said, pointing to the depths of the mausoleum in front of him.

For Black Aurora's conversation, Klado didn't seem to be mentally prepared. He was stunned for a moment, and then said in an inquiring tone:

"Do you talk about ghosts? Top, is it too slow to talk about d? I'm Cantonese, so I don't know how to listen to your Mandarin! (I don't understand what you're saying, speak slowly, I'm Cantonese, I can't understand your Mandarin.) ）

"Nong Van is going to be rigid! Nong Gang and I understand a word. Clear? It's just a blind ......" (I said you don't talk about it anymore, I can't understand a word of what you say, do you understand?) It's a mess...... The elven mage said.

"What do you want to know? If you have it, you will make it clear in the morning, and Mi will tell me to die again, okay? (What do you want?) Just make it clear, don't let me die again, okay? The minotaur shaman spread his hands out, as if to express some kind of intention.

"Forget about the ordinary Ai Wu'a, even if you listen to Ah and understand it, how can there be a nong who can be white......" (You don't know Mandarin, you can't even understand what we say, how can you come out like this...... As he spoke, Black Aurora shook his long ears.

"Oh! You speak Mandarin so badly, you speak too much, and I don......'t know what to do" (I'm sorry, your Mandarin is so bad, you can't speak it better than they do) Klado stretched out his right hand and put it on his forehead, frowning deeply.

……

It was a surprising encounter between two different races of people who spoke two completely different languages, and that communication had some results. The arguments between them were lively and active, and they always followed some kind of communicative ...... Well...... Order. I don't know how much they understand each other, but I think that, at the very least, their "one-question-and-answer" conversation is much better than when we're completely speechless.

However, not everyone is interested in this peculiar conversation between the two of them, and it seems to me that the Yangtze River Delta is tormented by this completely incomprehensible way of talking. Looking at the two ghost guys next to him chattering endlessly, finally, the orc wanderer couldn't take it anymore. Finally, with a rude roar with a half-orc national style, this strange conversation was interrupted:

“Ohshit,whatthe*ingareyousaying,guys?”

To my surprise, this strange roar in the Yangtze River Delta actually had a remarkable effect, and the two people who were talking immediately stopped arguing, and at the same time focused on the orc wanderer.

Klado's expression at this time was like that of a dying person suddenly saved, indescribable joy and excitement. He immediately threw down the black aurora that was talking, and rushed to the front of the Yangtze River Delta in a row, hugging him excitedly, and shouting in a fluent native language of the orcs:

“Great,youcanspeakEnglish,thankgoodness!”

The next conversation focused on the two people, Crado and the Yangtze River Delta. They murmured in a language that resembled the call of a bird, sometimes nodding frequently, sometimes laughing, leaving the remaining three of us aside, looking at each other in boredom.

The dwarven priest Longbow Shooting Sun was as calm as ever, and after watching the two people talk for a while, he couldn't help but ask at the Black Aurora:

"That kid in Shanghai, do you know what they're talking about?"

…… Shaking his head blankly......

"Do you speak a little English, then?"

…… He hesitated for a moment, then timidly held out a finger......

"What would you say?"

“…… Idon`tknow.”

Black Aurora's answer was unusually smooth and concise, and I don't know why the longbow slammed into the wall after hearing it.

"Do you speak a few words of Mandarin?"

…… He hesitated for a moment, then slowly stretched out a finger:

"How much? Cheaper! Black Aurora said in a non-standard pronunciation.

I'm worried if the walls will be smashed headlong by the longbow sun.

"Then you'll have to say something else! You've never spoken here, have you? ”

Black Aurora looked at the longbow hesitantly, hesitated for a moment, and then said tentatively in an even more strange pronunciation:

"ここに誰か日本語できますか?" (Does anyone here speak Japanese?) ）

"私は少しできます." (I'll say a little) Longbow Shooting Sun was slightly stunned, and replied in the same awkward voice, with an ugly expression on his face that couldn't be laughed or cried:

"******, it's all Chinese, and you have to use a foreign language to communicate......," the dwarven priest scolded in a low voice.

In the rest of our quest, we have to fight two enemies at once: a horde of vampires hidden deep in the mausoleum, and a dilemma between us who don't speak the language. It seems to me that the latter is causing a little more trouble than the former:

“Coverme!” The Yangtze River Delta shouted extraordinarily heroically, and immediately hid his body and touched towards a "vampire baron" headed by him. While we were still wondering what he meant, the fat orc wanderer had fled with half of his life groove cut off, and the vampire baron, who had just been attacked by him, was chasing after him with a machete, surrounded by a group of vicious vampires.

"What are you doing in a daze? Cover me! The Yangtze River Delta shouted and cursed.

"I explained it earlier, who knows what the hell you call it!" Longbow Shooting Sun hurriedly unleashed a life-restoring spell on him.

……

(According to someone's guidance, if Xiao Xianzi wants to be on the list, he must compress the number of words in the public version to less than 200,000, so the update of two chapters and 10,000 words a day may not last until the weekend.) So please let Xiao Xianzi blatantly not be kind for a while, split the chapters, three changes a day, one and a half chapters a day, so that you can barely hold on until the weekend. Xiao Xianzi kowtows here to make amends. ）