Chapter 2 Language

After establishing the information communication, Dorothy no longer needed to use Wenhai Hangzhi to exchange information with the unknown connector. Using the information communication, Dorothy directly sent a voice message.

"Give knowledge, give knowledge."

Since she wanted to trick the other party into sacrificing valuable knowledge, Dorothy had to play tricks to trick the other party into sacrificing. In order to make the language sound more profound, Dorothy processed the voice message so that it could not be distinguished between men and women, or between ages, and it was also very rich.

After all, when chatting with people, Dorothy's girlish voice would not be convincing, so she needs to turn on the voice changer.

On the other side, in his own tent, Kapak was looking at the strange creature in the comic strip in front of him, and he didn't know what to do for a moment. He thought that the book in front of him might be inhabited by some powerful spirit, so it had wisdom. He wanted to show this thing to the priest in the tribe, but he was worried that such an action would anger the other party.

Just as Capac was thinking about what to do with the comic strip in front of him, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind. This voice was very strange. It was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman, or an age. The voice was deep and rich. Capac was shocked after hearing it.

"Who? Who is talking in my head?" Gripping his weapon tightly, Capac muttered to himself in his own language while nervously guarding his surroundings. He could not understand the language of the conversation in his head at all, and his level of Priit was far from enough to understand that sentence.

Capac's mumbling was transmitted to Dorothy's ears through the information channel that was being turned on, but she unexpectedly found that she could not understand the language coming from the other side.

"I don't understand what he's saying... Could this be the spoken language of the so-called Spiritual Seal Language? Why is the other party using this language to communicate with me? Could it be that Pritt Language is not his language?"

Dorothy thought so, and then she sent another sentence to the other side.

"Speaking Hipreet."

In the tent, Capak became even more confused after hearing the strange words in his mind again. For this language that he could not understand, he could only continue to talk to himself and answer.

"Who are you? I don't understand you!"

"Damn... This guy seems to have a poor level of Prattish. He doesn't look like a linguist."

In the bathroom of the library, Dorothy couldn't help complaining in her heart when she heard Capak's reply. At first, the person opposite her wrote an "ignorant" translation between Priit and Lingin. She thought he was a linguist, but now it seems that he might not be. He looked more like a person who had mastered some Priit vocabulary and whose mother tongue was Lingin.

"It seems that your level of Pratt is very poor... In that case, I will give you some tutoring first and then charge you the tuition fee later."

Dorothy thought so, and then she immediately called out all her knowledge of the Praet language, copied it and transmitted it through the information channel, and then engraved all the Praet language information she knew on the other party's soul book.

That's right, the Book of Souls can not only print extraordinary knowledge, but also ordinary knowledge. As long as the capacity of the Book of Souls is sufficient, one can instantly master a piece of knowledge. Dorothy printed thousands of Pratt words and complete grammar in one go for Capak's Book of Souls.

"hiss……"

Inside the tent, Capac suddenly felt dizzy and could not help but cover his forehead. The dizziness lasted only for a moment and then it was over. After it was over, Capac found that he seemed to be a little different from before. A lot of things suddenly appeared in his mind.

"This is... a language? It's called... Pritt?"

After briefly examining the extra information in his mind, Capac murmured, and then he seemed to realize something, and immediately went to the small wooden box where he collected his items and began to rummage through it. After a while, he found a small book.

Capac opened the little book, and was surprised to find that he could understand all the contents on it. The words and sentences that had confused him before were now understandable to him. He took a look and found that the little book in his hand that he had collected for a long time was actually an operating manual for steam turbines.

Kapak, who only knew a few Priit words a few minutes ago, could now suddenly read the instruction manual in full Priit! His current level of Priit was almost the same as that of a native Priit resident.

“Incredible…”

Looking at the instruction manual in his hand, Capak shook his head and muttered, then he rummaged through the box for a while, looking for things with language inside to read, and then he found that he really understood them all, and the meanings of those words and sentences that once troubled him could now be understood clearly.

'What on earth is going on? Why can I suddenly understand everything? Why can I suddenly completely understand the language of those invaders, the language of those invaders called the Pryts.'

Capac thought in disbelief, and in his amazement he wanted to find the cause of this miracle. After only a little thought, he associated it with the magical comic book and the voice that suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Really? Could this be true? There really is some powerful spirit living in this album! That spirit talked to me directly in my brain and gave me the ability to understand foreign languages!"

Capac imagined that on this vast land where they lived, there were many wilderness spirits of all sizes walking around. These spirits were natural elves or ancestral souls. They either wandered in the woods or galloped in the wild, or lived in some objects. Ordinary people could not see them. Only the priests and shamans of each tribe could communicate with them and draw on their power.

At this point, Kapak was certain that there was a powerful spirit living in this album, or it was communicating with a powerful spirit, and he was using this album to communicate with that spirit.

As a member of the tribe and once an underling of a shaman, Capac understood that spirits must be respected, and spirits that can bestow power must undoubtedly be respected even more.

"My powerful spirit, who exists in an unknown place, I am extremely grateful for your gift. I would like to ask what the intention behind this gift is. How can I repay it?"

Capak knelt on the ground, facing the comic book on the ground, and spoke with the same tone as he usually used when participating in sacrifices, and he bowed down sincerely. He also used the language that he had just been given. Capak understood that when the shamans in the tribe asked for help from spirits, they often needed certain sacrifices.

"Huh... I finally understand."

In the distant library of the Great Crown, Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the familiar language. Now that the other party could speak Pritt, the two sides could communicate.

"A powerful spirit?" The guy opposite seemed to think I was some other thing, but never mind, let him think I was something else, as long as I had respect for me.

"Besides... that guy seems to be a pretty good person. If I get the information from him, I'll take it."

Dorothy thought so, and then used the information channel to transmit the processed sound to the other party again.

"With knowledge, knowledge is exchanged...

“The reward of language is also language.”