Survival In The Fog: I Can See Hints

Alchemists are hard to find, but there are a lot of alchemists.

There are quite a few in almost every city.

Because they are the main force in making air bread.

Therefore, once some poor children are found to have corresponding talents, they will be sent to the air bread workshop to work day and night in exchange for some real bread!

soon.

Leng Xing brought two alchemists!

"Look, are these alchemy stuff?"

The city lord Xuan Ming saw that the person was brought, and immediately pointed to a few animal skin scrolls on the table and asked.

And the two alchemists timidly approached the table. After looking at it for a while, one of the older alchemists suddenly fell to his knees and shouted: "The language of the devil! This is the language of the devil!!"

"What devil's language? What does it mean?"

The city lord Xuan Ming was dumbfounded when he heard this?

Isn't this some kind of alchemy diagram?

How did it become the language of the devil again?

"To my lord, the city lord."

At this time, another young alchemist bowed to the idiot city lord, and explained: "Because alchemy is actually the art of dealing with demons, in other words, those alchemy diagrams Formation is also a text generated for dialogue or trading with demons."

"And the words written on the animal skin are actually the letters behind each diagram in alchemy. For example, 'uf' means God, and 'rj' means soil."

"So these two words should represent the soil of God, or some other item."

"If this is a painting carved on the alchemy map, it represents what the alchemist wants to exchange with the devil, but if it is painted on the animal skin with blood, the legend is what the devil wants to bring to the Bright Continent! "

"So..." City Lord Xuan Ming shook his hand in fright, threw away the animal skin in his hand, and wiped it on his clothes several times before saying: "So you mean, this is what the devil wants to say to us yes?"

"If nothing else, yes!"

The young alchemist nodded repeatedly.

But Leng Xing was staring at the animal skins, and after a long time, he asked the alchemist again, "Can you translate the content on the animal skins?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The idiot city lord nodded again and again, "What are these writings about? Quickly translate and translate for me!"

"Yes, Lord City Lord!"

The young alchemist carefully looked at the animal skins on the table, even took out the small sheepskin notebook in his arms, and was about to compare it with the translation, but another middle-aged alchemist snatched his small sheepskin notebook. Benben said excitedly, "No!"

"No!!"

"If the language of the devil is allowed to spread, it will inevitably lead to disaster!"

"It must not be translated, and the devil's conspiracy must not be allowed to succeed!!!"

The middle-aged alchemist is super excited!

But the city lord Xuan Ming was very interested in the content written on these animal skins, and these statues all looked like him...

He doesn't care about demons or not, anyway, if he can't translate what's written on it, he won't be able to sleep well for a day!

"Come on, take him down with me!"

The city lord Xuan Ming waved his big hand, and someone directly pulled him down.

As for the young alchemist, he was obviously also influenced by the middle-aged alchemist, and his mood became a little depressed, as if he didn't want to translate!

But the city lord Xuan Ming was also simple, he just slid his hand across the table...

"jingling!"

A pile of golden dragon coins fell all over the table like this.

At first glance, there must be at least a thousand of them, and there is almost no room on the table.

"Translate!" The city lord Xuan Ming looked at the young alchemist and said, "As long as you translate correctly, the city lord will reward you a lot!"

"Thank you, Lord City Master! I will try my best!"

Sure enough, Qian Jin is still touching.

When the young alchemist heard this, his spirit came immediately.

soon.

Inspired by money, the first animal skin scroll in the language of demons was translated!

【xrmkxk,igxrwj.】

Mysterious, dark, prosperous.

Dust, Xuan, death?

The above two lines were the result of the translation by the young alchemist. Everyone stared at the words for a long time, but they didn't understand what kind of mess it meant.

On the contrary, Ye Qianfan tilted his head, picked up a few small berries, and blocked the wonderful characters and the Egyptian characters respectively. Now, even the idiot City Lord understood it in seconds, and couldn't help but read out: "Xuan Mingxing, Chen Xuan died?"

"Ha! This demonic language is actually directly related to me, is it actually saying that I will prosper?"

"And Ye Chenxuan died? Could it be General Ye..."

The next half sentence of the city lord Xuan Ming is naturally hard to say.

Although he wished Ye Chenxuan would die outside early, and even sent someone to kill him for this purpose, but even so, he couldn't express it in front of everyone!

This is the basic quality of a city lord. What you think in your heart and what you express on your face must not be the same thing!

so……

When the city lord Xuan Ming uttered these words, he covered his mouth directly, lowered his head and choked, and said, "This... how could General Ye Chenxuan do it? Could it be that he already..."

"My lord, my condolences!"

Leng Xing is even more familiar with this, otherwise he wouldn't be able to be the city lord's adjutant!

And Ye Qianfan watched these people acting, and then with a hint of joking, he looked back at Ye Qingcheng and expressed with his eyes: They said you were dead!

Ye Qingcheng returned a look: Did you do it on purpose? These are not your ghosts!