The Witcher: Synthesis of Everything

Chapter 3 The Common Language of Padolon

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After yelling, Gray suddenly said in a negative tone.

"Do you want me to kill you and silence you~"

"Hmm."

Duolun's legs were trembling with fear and he closed his eyes as if he was waiting for death.

Seeing this, Gray spat angrily.

With an arm thicker than Lin Suo's waist, Duolun was thrown several meters away with a casual flick.

"Come here, silly thing, what you were going to say just now, say it again."

Doron swallowed a gulp of saliva.

continued.

"Sir Gray, the Dandong man is awake, but something is wrong. He doesn't like to talk. Maybe it's because of his subordinate's low status and it's not worthy for him to speak."

Gray nodded upon hearing this.

The pride of the Dandong people is comparable to that of the elves, and they are considered an outlier among humans. However, their products can be purchased by their trading partners regardless of their poverty or poverty, making them a very contradictory group.

It makes sense not to talk to Doron.

Maybe he was treated like this in the past.

It takes someone like Count Seth to speak.

Dandong people attach great importance to titles.

For example, a viscount from the Dandong Empire travels to various places for business, and servants are usually responsible for the transactions. The nobles of the kingdom must be one level higher than his title before he can talk to you in person.

Imperial Viscount=Kingdom Earl

Earl of the Empire = Marquis of the Kingdom

That's pretty much what it means.

He, Gray Seth, was just a vassal of Earl Seth. He was given the surname of his master, and was awarded the title of knight and lord.

Still under the Baron, he is not a noble at all.

"I have a little headache~"

Gray thought about it and realized that his vanguard didn't bring much supplies, mostly food and clothing, so he didn't want to humiliate himself.

"Doron."

"That's it, I won't go there."

"Ask the cook to cook a meal for the people in Dandong, and then go find Basella. He likes to read little books. Send them to him to pass the time."

"Wait until Earl Seth comes over before contacting him."

"Okay, I understand."

Gray: "..."

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Here, the cook is in your tent, I...I..."

“Get in!!!!”

"yes!"

Duolun shivered and hurriedly went in to do some work.

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On Lin Suo's side, seeing that Duolun was gone, he combined his shoes with animal skins, mainly to change their appearance. He was not used to wearing these ancient Western military boots.

Changed them into modern military boots.

Although the material is a bit inferior, it is already very good in the wild.

His body is considered a fashion trend in the Western fantasy world.

If it were in modern times, it would be like a lunatic running out of the hospital, and everyone would be afraid of him.

The blue and white stripes are really too intimidating.

Use synthetic talents again and again.

Although the consumption was very small each time, I was a little tired after adding up a little. I couldn't help but yawn, I was hungry, but I didn't dare to run around.

Just wanted to eat some dried meat to fill my stomach.

Unexpectedly, the guy who left just now is here again!

This time he was holding a tray in his hand, with an earthen pot filled with the aroma of meat and a stack of books on it.

Lin Suo's eyes lit up.

Sitting solemnly at the wooden table, saying nothing, pretending to be mute.

Duolun was influenced by Gray and felt that he was in a low position and was embarrassed to speak.

He put down his things, bowed, and left.

Lin Suo looked stunned for a moment.

"Did you misunderstand my identity?"

"Is it a problem with the fabric of the clothes, or is it because the skin is too tender?"

After thinking about it, Lin Suo felt that he lived in modern times, and his skin condition was much better than these people's, judging from their eyes.

This is a proof of extraordinary status. Only nobles can raise them to be fat and white.

It's a pity that I can't understand the language, so I don't think much about it.

Anyway, this situation is a good thing.

Lin Suo took a wooden spoon, took a few sips of the hot meat sauce and mushroom soup, and felt instantly comfortable.

Notice the books next to it.

I suddenly became curious.

Try self-study?

Open it and take a look, good guy, an alien version of Liu Bei.

The pictures and text are both very detailed, and the hair is clearly drawn and colored. What a master! It's a pity. If you have this ability, what's wrong with drawing? Why don't you draw little Liu Bei?

"Amazing."

There are five books in total, and each one is old and worn, with yellowed edges and some papers stuck together.

Thinking of the little Liu Bei these soldiers carried with them.

How does it work, need I say more?

Suddenly I got a chill.

Almost thrown out.

On second thought, I felt a little reluctant to give up.

"Try synthesis?"

Taking another sip of broth, Lin Suo tried to use his synthesis talent to synthesize five books.

Golden light flashed.

The five-in-one ultra-thick version of Little Liu Bei was born.

At the same time, a strange thought came to his mind. After anything he synthesized with his talent, he would have complete control over it.

Birth and death come from the mind.

And written books and knowledge items seem to have more wonderful uses.

Lin Suo picked up the tome and slapped it on his forehead.

Suddenly the books dissipated and merged into his mind, and wonderful memories appeared one after another, and were mastered by him strangely and skillfully.

The mouth opens and closes, uttering strange and dry words.

"A fair and smooth princess?"

"What does this sentence mean in Chinese: beautiful lady?"

"What a long honorific. I see, you're a master of language. If we had this thing a long time ago, English wouldn't be so difficult to learn."

Lin Suo didn't feel at all that there was anything wrong with the adjectives he learned from Liu Bei's books when he was young, and instead felt complacent.

I used the Rubik's Cube to scan my body again and found new changes.

【Linsuo】

【Age:19(72)】

[Talent: Synthesize all things]

[Level: None]

[Skill: None]

[Art: Padolon Common Language (20/100)]

[Status: sub-health, damaged bones, weak internal organs, hunger, exhaustion - recommended treatment plan↓]

"It turns out that this language is called Padolonian Common."

"I finally understand a little bit. If I read more books, I should be able to master it completely."

Finish the broth in the earthen pot.

Lin Suo spent too much energy and fell into a deep sleep while lying on the bed.

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late at night.

A fierce cry of death woke him up.

There were erratic figures outside the tent, and blood splattered everywhere.

There were screams and wails everywhere.

"Cut the horse's legs!"

"What the hell..."

Consciously becoming a language master, Lin Suo was afraid when he heard the voice, but he always felt that the meaning was strange.

"Get him down there? Hiss~"

Taking a deep breath, he couldn't help but touch his butt and hid it under the bed.

This group of soldiers are all 1.8 meters tall. It's better not to cause trouble with his small arms and legs.

It's better to just stay put.

After an unknown amount of time, the fighting outside became quieter.

Lin Suo lay on the bottom of the bed, his face covered with sweat, then secretly crawled to the edge of the tent, opened a gap, and observed secretly.

During the day, the group of soldiers who treated each other politely wore silver-white armor with a unique pattern of intertwined swords and axes.

What he saw now was a group of soldiers wearing black rattan armor with three tree symbols on their chests.

"Failed..."

"What a bad luck."

Lin Suo hammered the ground angrily. Although he had the synthesis talent given by the mysterious Rubik's Cube, he spent the whole day groping and only found out the experience of being able to synthesize similar items and control the results.

I fell asleep from exhaustion.

(End of chapter)