94. Chapter 94: New Information

Chapter 94: New Intelligence

Outside the spell formation.

Wei Temple Iris: “Hahaha dude took off!”

Teacher Xia: “What what what what, what did Wei learn? What’s going on inside?”

Wei Temple Iris: “With the sheep brother said the same, I stand opposite a fool, to me rub shadow arrows, I’m more stupid than his damn, froze did not see to understand how to rub out, but then somehow on the enlightenment ……”

Catch sheep: “somehow?”

Weidian Kite: “Yes, like who can’t stand to look at it to break my brain open and hard stuffed in, this is also too damn simple, how did I not learn it in the beginning?”

Catch the Goat: “That’s definitely Heine, this situation of yours is exactly the same as Mr. Xia learning to sneak.”

Wei Temple Iris: “What do you mean, do we still have to rely on him to unlock the skills we learn? Why is he learning faster than me?”

Catch the Goat: “Let’s put it this way, if we compare the ‘energy rules’ to a language, then he’s a ‘native speaker’ and naturally learns faster than us outsiders, even though he’s currently in the babbling stage as well.

“We, despite our experience, are more like associative memories using Chinese as a bridge, essentially not understanding the language of this world.

“An example would be if the interface of a game you are familiar with was replaced with one in another language, such as Albanian, it would not affect your use.

“Because you have long since memorized what each location corresponds to, and words carry no significance to you in terms of carrying information.

“But now that the brothers have traveled to an unfamiliar environment and have no guidance, that’s why Heine, the translator, is needed.”

Guardian Iris: “So can he translate everything? There are a few NPCs that are hiding special skills, and they won’t teach them to us, so is it possible that we can learn them by kidnapping them and letting Heine give them a good translation? Crap then this is not directly take off?”

Catch sheep: “I go, reasonable ah …… Wei brother you this angle a little something ah! In case I learn Lao Gao’s “Nocturnal Saint”, won’t I be invincible during the day?”

Mr. Xia: “But didn’t you say that Heine is still babbling? You can’t have a child who’s just learned to speak translate Science literature for you right off the bat, can you?

“And there are specialties in the arts, like Chief Sa’s shooting skills, you can’t still let Heine learn a round of archery to build a good foundation before advancing to learn, right?”

Catch the Goat: “That’s true, but it’s still possible to rely on Heine to transition in the early stages. So it’s still the same question, you have to rely on yourself, then I have to ask – how are the brothers learning the universal language?”

Wei Temple Iris: “Ah, how should I put it, it’s at the level of ‘come is COME go is GO’, you substitute it.”

Mr. Xia: “Hehehe, then I’m better than you, I’ve learned two swear words.”

Catch the Goat: “…… Brothers are really pure waste ah, left Heine per capita illiterate.”

…

Heine was taken aback when he came out of the phalanx.

The three skeletons were discussing how to make him more uptight.

Good guy, looking for the Lord to become a dragon is this?
After listening for a while he realized that they were crazy about wanting to learn skills and were clamoring about how to turn him into an all-professional master.

Go ahead, it’s useless to be anxious.

Anyway, now more and more means to learn skills, the day will be better.

He went up to check on Aquilaria’s body – the elf whose soul had turned completely silver.

Sure enough, the aura of death was intruding.

He was already a dead man, and there was no bait on the corpse.

But the soul had become a resident guest in the battlefield.

It was a more advanced being than bait, even retaining full memory.

Aquilaria, the tongue-twisting name is phonetic.

–Actually, both Vermillion Dew and Silverwing are also transliterated.

His direct translation would be “eagle of great plumage”.

So it’s Maharaja.

Mistaking Heine for a god, Maharishi was summoned to become his family, and so he spoke to him with all his heart.

There were a lot of elves fleeing the Court of Emerald Leaves that day, roughly divided into three directions.

One part went north to join the Brotherhood, and one part went east.

–This was exactly the same direction as the players going out east, north, and into the factory.

Nobita is the part that went south into the factory.

This time it’s really into the factory.

He himself is only a level 2 caster, and knows a little bit of everything.

But because of his wide network, he was doing quite well in Cui Ye Ting.

That’s why the squad going south took him along.

Mace was a third level tree herder.

Because this profession was very noble within the elves, it was their temporary leader.

But besides these 23 people, there was also a group of about 30 people coming south.

That group was even better equipped, and their personnel was well organized and configured.

They were originally the squad that was guarding the Whispering Crypt, and they were the first to bolt when they saw that the situation was bad.

They were on their way to the Blight Trail, intending to gather the shapeshifters there to retake the Court of Emerald Leaves.

This was undoubtedly an important piece of information.

“In other words, south of Cuirassetia is basically clean now.”

Heine mused.

At that moment Lord Jones came over with his men.

He looked at Maharaja’s corpse with some reluctance, then respectfully said:

“Mr. Advisor, what do we do next?”

“Leave twenty men stationed here, then hang the elf’s head at the intersection.”

“…… Sir, will this be too serious a provocation?”

Heine smiled, “When we came, this group of elves were discussing killing you to replace you with obedient puppets, and now you actually think this is too provocative?”

Jones’ face changed dramatically, “Is this …… this true?”

Heine snapped her fingers and Nobita’s soul was summoned. But he had silk threads wrapped around him, like chains holding him to the spell.

“Why don’t you ask him?”

Jones was taken aback and quickly waved his hand to say no.

“I… I’ll do as you ask.”

Heine tucked the maharajah back in.

“Also, I want you to do one more thing.

“Ask the elves in your town where their former village is.

“And then go find the elves whose days are numbered and ask them if they would like to join the town of Greenleaf.”

“Huh?” Jones was shocked, “Those are night elves, I’m afraid they won’t consider ……”

“Winter is approaching and there are deserters crossing the border, I believe they are also struggling to get by.

“Give them a choice, they’ll consider it carefully.

“The exact number of people to be admitted depends on your judgment, food supplies, management costs, land area, you have these in mind without my intervention.

“Oh yes, men, women, and children.”

“…… Good, my lord.”

Jones agreed stiffly.

He couldn’t understand why this was.

Heine didn’t need him to understand either.

The residents of the eastern suburbs had a believer-like conversion to the night elves.

But it wasn’t the real Night Elves that were actually converted, but the perfect elf incarnation in their minds.

The only female night elves left in the town are those who are left behind for their looks and personality.

They carry beauty and desire.

And the Court of Emerald Leaves is filled with screened night elf warriors.

They represent power and mystery.

Something beautiful through and through.

Thus creating a thick layer of filters.

So much so that the arrogance and double standards of the elves are glorified as virtues.

Heine would not force a reversal of this perception, that would only provoke a strong rebellion.

Nor would he need to block it, instead he would facilitate their contact.

The fusion of two communities was bound to bring friction.

But in the face of the coming existential dilemma, all of this friction can dissolve itself – unilaterally by the elves.

For humans, this is called breaking down the filter.

And then, the daily minutiae will wear away all the beauty.

These humans or half-elves.

They will eventually realize that the perfect incarnation is just an illusory bubble.

Ordinary imperfection is the norm.

At that point, they can naturally level with the elves.

…

It was almost dark when I finished this one.

Heine tried to use the psychic spell of “Battlefield Formation”, but the spirit didn’t move.

It seems that the level is not even close.

Heine waved to Todd, who immediately came over.

“My lord, you’re looking for me?”

“I want you to go to Cuillette Court to deliver a letter to Jianglu, and of course, he will accompany you.”

He pointed at Mr. Xia.

However Todd showed a difficult look.

Heine: “What’s wrong?”

“My lord, no, it’s not that I’m intentionally shirking, the lord just asked me to go to the east to look for elven villages, I’ve run commissions in that area and am familiar with the terrain, so ……”

“That’s fine then, I’ll replace it with someone else.”

“My lord, I’ll recommend someone for you!”

“Hmm?”

Heine glanced at him, then looked at Ravan who was secretly glancing this way not far away.

“Is that the boy?”

“Yes my lord! He’s a second class wanderer and often pits himself in the forests …… to the north, and he, he happens to be good at that!”

Heine had intended to exercise Todd.

He couldn’t stay in the eastern suburbs all the time after all, he had to have someone he could trust.

The boy had seen the world without being self-absorbed, and had a bigger pattern than the locals.

But since he’d been sent out by Jones to work out, it wasn’t out of the question to get someone else.

Anyway, the letter was on Mr. Hsia, so who wouldn’t it be better to bring.

Heine: “Okay, go call him over.”

(End of chapter)