Jason mentioned in his diary before that he had obtained a black stone, and this black stone came from a place called the High Mountain.
As his thoughts turned, Weinerson had a new idea. He didn't care whether Gaoshan Language was his own invention or not. It didn't matter. He just wanted to find out what this young man from Gaoshan was praying for.
"Grot, is there any way I can understand Gaoshan dialect now?"
"Master, as the eternal master above the taboo, no matter what you do, the old royal court will respond to you to the maximum extent."
Respond to me as much as possible? Does it mean that I can use the power of the old royal court to convert Gaoshan language into Ghent language that I can understand?
Weinerson nodded with understanding. He didn't expect that the old royal court could still be used in this way. Maybe I can directly convert it into Earth language?
After thinking for a moment, Weinerson suddenly shuddered and immediately stopped thinking about this.
Forget it, let’s not convert the earth language. There are too many languages in this world that can induce supernatural powers. In case the earth language is one of them, and I said it under certain circumstances, it attracted the attention of unknown beings. , or even coming, it will be devastating trouble.
Huh... Having said that, you still need to master multiple languages later. In the previous life, the embarrassment of being unable to communicate with foreigners must not occur in this life, otherwise it is very likely that you will face death!
Putting away his thoughts, Weinerson immediately released his spiritual touch and touched the picture. The bonfire in the center of the round table jumped suddenly, and the unfamiliar language that he had been talking about before suddenly became familiar and easy to understand.
"Great God, please give me the power to kill Ganon and save the Misty City."
"Great God, I am willing to dedicate my life to you, please you with my flesh and blood, and pray for your power."
Flesh... to please... these two root words should mean this, right?
Wait, why does it take flesh and blood to please me?
Weinerson frowned. Although he acted as a secret existence in the old royal court, he never thought about letting others use flesh and blood to please him. This is no different from the evil god.
As he listened again and again, the boy in the picture prayed louder and louder, his movements and expressions became more and more exaggerated, and he even started to argue with the old man wearing a hood and holding a hard vine cane next to him.
"Link, start the sacrifice!"
"...Your Excellency Lord, Misty City still needs you..."
The black-haired boy named Link in the picture shook his head and backed away, trying to prevent the hooded old man from approaching.
The ethereal city?
The city-state on the high mountain is called the Piaomiao City?
Weinerson immediately lit a bonfire and stopped the scene. He asked:
"Grot, do you know the Misty City?"
"No, great master, I have only heard you mention that there is a misty country on top of the mountains."
Piaomiao country? Piaomiao City?
It should be like this. In the long river of history, anything can happen. It's just like the feeling I had when I read about five thousand years of history in my previous life. Dynasties are constantly changing, but cities are not countries yet.
Weinerson crossed his fingers again and placed them on his chin. After thinking for a moment, another realization suddenly came to his mind.
There is another possibility. Piaomiao City is Piaomiao Country, but something happened on the mountain that caused a country to become a city...
If it is as I guessed, this situation is simply not something I can handle. Even if I want to touch an extraordinary priest, I have to reach a certain level.
At this point, Weinerson, who had insufficient reserves of strength, had no choice but to pause his thinking, withdraw his spirituality, let the pictures in the flames disappear, and no longer watch and listen.
It was too dangerous to rashly invite him to dream, and there was an old man next to him. My spiritual intuition told me that it was very unusual, and he was probably a high-ranking person.
Of course, this is not the most fatal thing. The real trouble is that I am not familiar with high mountains. Who knows if he has any problems himself? I should wait until I read the contents of Jason's diary at night before considering whether to drag him to sleep. .
Phew... Weinerson let out a breath and leaned back in the majestic palace of the old king.
“That’s it for today!”
After saying that, before waiting for the humble farewell from Grot of the Deep Diving Abyss, he closed his eyes, closed the Gate of Ye, wrapped himself with mental power and spirituality, and quickly fell...
…………
After "going to the bathroom", Weinerson opened the door and came out. At this time, Irene, Mies, and Gropius were not in the living room, and the whole house was empty.
Where are they? I remember it was there just now.
"They left!"
"Who, who's talking?"
An unexpected sound reached Weinerson's ears. He turned around suddenly and almost subconsciously took out a revolver from the inside of his woolen coat pocket. At the same time, he released his spiritual and spiritual power and pointed the muzzle at the source of the sound.
"You were the first person to point a gun at me."
On the wooden table, a round ball covered with brown spotted feathers and wearing a black top hat was staring at Weinerson. It raised its ears made of upturned feathers and stared at a pair of green lights. It has similar eyes and a letter in the middle of its beak.
"Cat... owl?"
Weinerson breathed a sigh of relief. He rubbed his eyes carefully and looked again.
What, it’s really an owl wearing a top hat. It really scared me just now.
Weinersen blushed and laughed at himself, admitting from the bottom of his heart that his behavior just now was a bit extreme. He drew his gun and pointed it at the owl. This was not like a gentleman at all, but more like a frightened thief.
But...if I remember correctly, owls shouldn't be able to learn tongues, right?
Weinerson suddenly felt a numbness in his scalp, and pointed the revolver he had just put down again.
"Mr. van der Rohe!"
The gray-spotted owl put down the letter in its beak, raised its round little head, clicked its beak a few times, and then asked.
"It's rude to call an owl without permission."
Damn it, not only can it talk, but it also knows my name. Could this owl be a legendary extraordinary species?
Weinerson was thinking while releasing his mental power, trying to control an object, just like when he faced the bandage monster last night, creating a confusing force, and then waiting for an opportunity to escape from the scene and report to Officer Joseph.
The Shipley Police Station on the Rhine River, the place mentioned before, should have their people there, and it happened to be not too far away.
"Mr. Van der Rohe, I think you misunderstood, I am just a messenger!"
The owl with a round body tilted its head and pecked the letter on the table twice with its beak. Then it raised its head and stared at Weinerson as if sighing, as if he was looking at a fool.
Uh... Messenger?
Soon he woke up and asked in surprise:
"You said you were the messenger?"
"Ah, yes, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Samir. I am a... messenger who only knows how to deliver letters."
