Shirff's mansion is not as messy and dirty as most bachelors. All things are neatly arranged, and there is no dust on the windowsill. After all, as a "craftsman", he is not short of money. He just needs to keep many behaviors confidential and is not convenient to hire a large number of fixed servants. He has to ask for help on an hourly basis.

After glanced at him, Alger found that there was no significant difference here from the last time he came. The furnishings were extremely simple, and there were no expensive ornaments, oil paintings and sculptures, just like the place where ordinary civilians lived.

Of course, Alger knew very well that Shilf was enough to be called a rich man, but he didn't care about the so-called decency. He could spend hundreds of pounds on a bottle of limited-edition wine, and could give a house for keeping a mistress, but he would not waste 1 pence on buying expensive carpets, bone porcelain tea sets, gold cups and saucers, and famous oil paintings.

"A glass of Sunya blood wine." Alger's expression did not change, but he used words and body movements to show that he was just drinking.

Shilf shrugged his shoulders and said:

"You should be glad that I have not preserved Lielangqi's habit."

He walked to the small bar in the living room, took out a bottle of exquisite Sunia blood wine, and opened two cups.

Aljie, who had found a sofa to sit down, took this opportunity and raised his hand to pinch the back of his neck, as if he was eased with discomfort in the cervical spine.

With the help of this action, he naturally looked around and quickly looked at the place he could not see just now.

Because Schalf was lazy in decorating and not making any ornaments, Alger quickly completed the attempt and his eyes stayed on the glass window of the cabinet in the distance for a second.

Through the glass, he saw some dried vegetation and flowers.

There are red-edged flowers, blood moon grass, and monkey-faced leaves. The common point is that they are all common in the Southern Continent but basically do not have one in the Northern Continent.

Alger withdrew his gaze and looked at Shilf calmly as he came over with a bottle and a glass in his hand.

He reached out to catch it, and he chatted with the other party about all the things at sea until the half bottle of Sunia's blood wine was completely drunk.

Seeing this, Alger smiled and said goodbye and left here.

Five minutes after he left, Schalf, who was quietly sitting and experiencing a slightly drunken feeling, suddenly stood up, came to the stairs, and opened the wooden door leading to the basement.

"Does he doubt anything?"

"No."

"No matter what, it's no longer suitable for you to live in. Move to us as soon as possible."

"I still haven't completed some of the commissions."

"No need to complete it, you won't contact them anyway, you've already been reborn."

"OK."

...

Apart from two houses, Alger sat on a bench in a garden in a family house, pinching his earlobe with his right hand, listening to the words coming from the wind.

…………

Sibairan, Port Behrens, outside a very ordinary house.

"It is really because you have a bad relationship with the Knowledge Church that you encouraged me to seek the 'Language-Knowing' talisman?" Danitz wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Anderson opposite him with little confidence.

Anderson smiled half self-deprecatingly and half distractedly:

"It cannot be described as difficult..."

"That's hostility?" Danitz blurted out the other party's words.

Anderson glanced at him and said:

“The negative effects of your gloves may not be as affordable as you think.”

He paused and added:

"A more accurate description is that neither me nor the people in the knowledge church are willing to get along with each other."

Daniz held the gloves with his other hand and said in a little embarrassed manner:

"But how should I ask for a spell?

"If you ask the clergy directly to the clergy of the Orthodox Church, you will be locked up in the sealed land!"

Danitz is just reckless now and can't be stupid.

Anderson spread his hands and said:

"It's very simple. You just mention my name and then say that you have an urgent matter to come to Xibailang. If you don't have time to learn, you don't dare to hire a local translator. You can only ask them for help, hoping to get a few 'Language-Knowing' talismans.

"In this process, you have to show that you know many languages ​​in the North, so that those missionaries know that you are not capable of learning all the languages, but that you have no time to learn. Then, they will set questions to test you. At this time, as long as you can get pretty good scores, you can get the talisman."

Examination... Hearing this familiar word, Danitz jumped unconsciously on his forehead and forced a smile:

"You are afraid of taking the exam, so you don't dare to go by yourself, right?"

He was just casually asking for something to hide his discomfort, but he saw Anderson's expression froze for a second.

It seems that you are still afraid of things...Danitz said secretly, suddenly full of confidence.

He strode into the ordinary house and found that it was more like a collection of classrooms than the missionary place of the Church of Knowledge in Sibairan.

Then, he saw an old man with gray hair.

Although this gentleman did not wear clergy costumes from the Knowledge Church, his unique scholarly temperament convinced Danitz that he was at least a bishop.

He experienced a similar feeling with the captain.

"Hello." Danitz, who was not wearing a shadow cloak and was decorated with ordinary people, smiled and walked over.

The old man watched him approach and slowly spoke:

"Daniz."

"..." Danitz stopped for a moment, stiffening there, his mind full of "He knows me?" "How could he know me?" "Is my wanted order not only circulating on the sea?"

The old man glanced at him and asked himself:

"Are you here to 'know language' the talisman?"

"Yes..." Danitz nodded blankly, suddenly feeling that he had no secrets in front of the other side.

The scholarly old man nodded gently and said:

"Are you going to go to the place where Katami and Mesanyes rule?"

"Yes." Danitz was still a little dull.

The scholarly old man reached out his hand and took out four brass talismans from his pocket and said:

"It can be used for two months, which should be enough."

"..." Danitz took it in a daze and said after several seconds, "That's it?"

It's that simple?

Don't you still need an exam?

"Don't you want it?" said the scholarly old man smiled.

"No, no!" Danitz shook his head suddenly and asked before his brain reacted, "How did you know me? How did you know that I want to be 'verything' talisman?"

The scholarly old man had a little more pity in his eyes and said slowly:

"You captain contacted me.

"When you got off the boat, you kept shouting and rushed into the dock directly. She had actually prepared the 'language-reading' talisman for you."

As he spoke, the old man shook his head, his eyes a little complicated, just like looking at the very careless student in his class.

"...I should have thought of it long ago that a person who is so careful in the captain cannot consider the problem of language barrier..." Danitz wanted to raise his hand and slap himself.

The old man opposite saw the change in Danitz's expression, shook his head again, and asked:

"It shouldn't be that you thought of coming here for help? I'm planning to find you by divination."

"Ah, yes, it was Anderson Hood's suggestion." Danitz replied immediately.

The scholar-like old man was stunned for a second, and his face suddenly sank.

At this time, Anderson was sitting in the shade outside the house, folding a branch, drawing patterns casually in the exposed area of ​​the lawn, and waiting for Daniz to come out leisurely.

He had no doubt about whether this unqualified "hunter" could obtain the "language-knowing" talisman, because as long as Daniz mentioned "Lieutenant General of the Iceberg", everything would be simple, and the only difference was how many rounds of the exam would be.

Just as he had just finished painting the head of "King of the North", Yurisan, the familiar footsteps came from inside to outside, from far to near.

Anderson held the branch's palm and condensed for a second, raised his head, turned to the door, and saw Daniz walking towards this side with a complicated expression.

"You, did you fail the exam?" Anderson smiled from the bottom of his heart, without any worries about what would happen if he could not get the "Language-Knowing" talisman.

Danitz shook his head:

“No exam.”

"..." Anderson was stunned at first, and then asked suddenly, "Have you captain provided help?"

Daniz said "yes", and while handing the stack of paper in his hand to Anderson, he said:

"The bishop inside asked me to tell you that real hunters will not rely solely on instinct, and will not only focus on prey information, but also know how to grasp their psychology and know a lot of extra knowledge.

"This is the information he gave you."

Anderson's expression was a little complicated for a short time, and then he returned to normal. He laughed:

"It's okay, not too much."
To be continued...