Immediately afterwards, the dwarf mage Duncan snapped his fingers, put the little devil Mephi into the demiplane space, and turned his eyes to Xia Bron:

"Thank you, Mr. Pastor. Now, tell me your reason for coming?"

"Let me guess, is it about our hometown, or something else?"

Duncan's last words were not in Common or Gnomish.

But Chinese.

The familiar language originating from the hometown reappeared on the tower of the foreign school city.

"Wait a minute, didn't you ask me to come to you?" - Of course, Chabron would not answer like this. He lowered his head slightly and looked directly at the dwarf mage in front of him.

Then, Chabron also said in Chinese:

"Where should we start?"

For the first time since coming to this world, the stranger named Shabron spoke the language of his homeland. Although he had only been in Rioli for less than a month, when the language of his homeland was actually spoken, the sound between his vocal cords and lips and teeth

The trembling gave Chabron an unspeakable sense of strangeness. The boy once wrote a diary in the language of his hometown, but language and writing are, after all, two completely different carriers of thoughts.

It was like meeting a fellow countryman in a university dormitory? A wonderful metaphor suddenly appeared in Chabron's mind, and he almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Let me think about it." Duncan Flashstone raised his head, and the dwarf mage's turquoise eyes looked directly into the emerald green eyes of the human priest.

Then, Duncan Flashstone sat on the sofa, with a serious look, pressing forward step by step, and in a tone that was so serious that it was not easy to question, he asked Chabron in Chinese:

"Odd changes to even and stays the same!"


Chapter completed!