"Huh! I've actually run into someone who can talk. How interesting, how interesting."

Since Qin Mo surrounded the group of infighting natives and wizards, he had been squatting on a big tree branch watching the show. However, half of it turned out to be a silent drama, and he couldn't stand it anymore. He left before the finale, but he didn't expect that this Taman would actually speak the Great Xia language.

“When I was young, I studied in Daxia. I still remember the prosperity of Daxia. I admire the cultural heritage of Daxia even more.”

"Hmm! What a pity. If you had spoken to me earlier, perhaps so many people wouldn't have died in vain."

Qin Mo looked at the kind old man and couldn't understand how he could do something like a bloody altar.

"Your Majesty...you are Your Majesty...the Prince of Great Xia?" Taman had already drawn his dagger, ready to slit his throat, but upon hearing Qin Mo refer to himself as "this Prince," he put the dagger back in his pocket.

"Alas! What do you mean by this? Why don't you offer up your own head?"

"As far as I know, the nobles of Great Xia believe in the principle of 'a wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall,' but Your Highness, you are personally pursuing me. Either you hate Taman to the extreme, or you need my services. Therefore, Taman wants to assess his own situation first."

Qin Mo looked at this old man with surprise. He really had lived for so long that he had become a shrewd person. She did want to find someone familiar with Southeast Asia to be her lackey, and someone who had no connection with Da Xia.

"I need to know everything about Southeast Asia. How much do you know?"

"Taman doesn't know much, but he does know about local customs and the distribution of different branches of the wizarding world," Taman replied cautiously, without boasting.

"I am very interested in your wizarding traditions... Can you provide that?"

"I wonder what kind of inheritance Your Highness desires? Just now, my unworthy disciple tried to kill me for my inheritance, and Your Highness's appearance saved my life. There's nothing wrong with giving it to Your Highness."

"What are you even good at?! Tell me!"

"Oh! I know divine arts, as well as black magic and dual cultivation techniques. I wonder which one Your Highness is interested in?"

Qin Mo blinked. He didn't understand what divine arts were, but the art of black magic was very famous, and the art of dual cultivation...

Qin Mo drew his short blade, extending it horizontally towards Taman, his cold voice filled with boundless authority: "Submit...or die!"

The elderly Taman wizard knelt down with a thud, kowtowing and bowing in worship: "Taman...I surrender."

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