They're after what was left of the Antigonus family!

Klein resisted the urge to tap the edge of the table, and his mind was full of thoughts:

Well, they're looking for traces of the Antigonus family remnants?

If you want to get the formula of the "Joker" potion from the Secret Order, you need to start from this aspect?

After exchanging information for a while, Klein announced that the gathering was over.

"Follow your will." Audrey and Alger stood up at the same time.

Cutting off contact and watching their figures shatter and disappear, Klein rubbed the space between his brows, trying to imagine a "trumpet" coming out.

As soon as he thought about it, he saw a figure appearing at the bottom of the long bronze table. That figure was wearing a black tuxedo and a half-height silk top hat, with a dull expression and dull movements. .

No way... Klein experimented many times, sighed, and dismissed the idea of ??creating a trumpet.

After trying other things, he continued to sit on top of the gray mist, sitting at the head of the long bronze table, thinking about Audrey's previous words, and curiously cast his eyes on those illusory, crimson stars.

After a moment of silence, Klein began to contact those stars by responding to prayers instead of establishing a connection.

In the peace and silence, he did not get any information from the dozen or so crimson stars nearby.

Only by establishing a connection first and pulling people into the gray fog can they "respond"? Klein nodded thoughtfully, slightly disappointed.

He didn't want to go against other people's wishes and forcibly pull them into this mysterious space.

Hmm... Klein started to prepare to leave, but he came into contact with an illusory star nearby.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a faint and indistinct "pray" in the deep red!

"pray?"

Klein was refreshed, and according to the method of peeping at the "Hanged Man" last time, he spread his spirituality and touched the crimson mass.

A blurry and distorted picture suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, he could only vaguely see a brown-haired boy kneeling on the ground, facing a pure crystal ball.

The black tights that the young man was wearing were completely different from the fashion trends of the Loen Kingdom, and also quite different from the traditional clothing of foreign countries such as the Feysac Empire and the Republic of Intis that Klein saw in magazines.

The environment around him was dim, and the tables and chairs were old. They were illuminated by flashes of light from time to time, but Klein couldn't hear the sound of thunder roaring or rain dripping.

In the picture, the young man clasped his hands against his forehead, bowed his body forward, praying for something, and his thick voice buzzed in Klein's ears.

Klein listened intently, but discovered an embarrassing fact:

He couldn't understand what the other party was saying, it was a language he had never been exposed to!

...As the mysterious ruler above the gray mist, I don't even know "foreign languages"... Klein laughed at himself, and carefully distinguished for a while unwillingly. He was more serious than the English listening test back then.

Listening to this, he gradually became aware of a problem:

Although the other party's language does not belong to any of the ones I have learned, it is very close to the ancient Feysac language, and there are similar signs!

"Father... Mother... These two words should mean this, right? It's very similar to the ancient Fusac language, but it's different..." Klein frowned, lost in thought, "The ancient Fusac language It is the lingua franca of the Quaternary Humans, the source of all contemporary languages, and it itself is gradually changing...I can't be sure right now..."

He listened again and again, excluding contemporary languages ??such as Loen, Fusac, and Intis from aspects such as grammatical structure.

"Is it a variant of the ancient Fusac language in the long history? Like the words written in the Antigonus family's notebook?" Klein tapped the edge of the long bronze table with his fingers, slightly nodded, "Still There is another possibility, the ancient Fusac did not come into existence out of thin air, it evolved from the language of giants... The Fusac Empire in the north has always claimed that its citizens have the blood of giants... This may be the language of giants in ancient times... " JrNovels.com