Chapter 3 Padolon Universal Language

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After growling, Gray suddenly said in a sinister tone.

"Should I kill you to silence you?"

"Humph."

Doron's legs shook with fear, and his eyes shut as if he were waiting for death.

Seeing this, Gray spat out with annoyance.

With arms thicker than Lin Suo's waist, he casually swung one and sent Doron flying several meters away.

"Come here, you fool. What were you going to say? Say it again."

Doron swallowed his saliva

And continued.

"Lord Gray, that man from the Dan Dong Empire has awakened, but there seems to be a problem. He doesn't like to speak. It's probably because I'm too lowly for him to bother speaking to."

Gray nodded upon hearing this.

The pride of the people from Dan Dong rivals that of the Elf Clan, making them an anomaly among humans, but as trading partners, they're willing to sell their goods to anyone, regardless of status, which makes them a contradictory group.

It makes sense that he wouldn't talk to Doron.

Perhaps he was treated the same way in the past.

Only someone like a Kingdom Earl would be worth talking to.

The people from Dan Dong place a lot of importance on noble titles.

For instance, a Viscount from the Dan Dong Empire traveling to sell goods would normally have their servants handle transactions, and only if the nobility of the Kingdom outranked them would they personally speak to you.

Empire Viscount = Kingdom Earl

Empire Earl = Kingdom Duke

This is the general idea.

He, Gray Seth, was simply a vassal of Earl Seth, granted the family name and the status of a knighted lord.

Yet his rank was below that of a Baron, hardly a significant noble.

"This is giving me a headache."

Gray thought for a moment. He didn't bring much with his vanguard other than food and clothing, so it wasn't worth shaming himself.

"Doron."

"Let's do this, I won't go there."

"Ask the cook to make a meal for the Dan Dong man, and find Basela. He likes those picture books, right? Send all of them to the man to pass the time."

"When Earl Seth arrives, we'll make contact again."

"Understood, my lord."

Gray: "..."

"Why are you looking at me?"

"Well, the cook is in your tent, and I... I..."

"Get in there!!"

"Yes, sir!"

Doron shivered and hurriedly went about his task.

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Meanwhile, Lin Suo, seeing Doron leave, also synthesized his shoes with the animal skin, mainly to change their appearance as he was not used to the style of these ancient Western military boots.

He transformed them into modern military boots.

Although the material was slightly inferior, they worked quite well for outdoor movement.

His outfit could be considered modern and trendy in a western fantasy world.

However, in the modern era, it would only make him look like a lunatic who escaped from a hospital, frightening to anyone who saw him.

The blue and white stripes were simply too intimidating.

He made use of his Synthetic Talent multiple times.

Although the consumption was minimal each time, repeated use still tired him a bit, and he yawned from fatigue. Hungry but not daring to wander around aimlessly,

he thought about eating some jerky to fill his stomach.

Little did he know, the guy who had just left was back again!

This time carrying a tray with a clay pot exuding a meaty aroma and a stack of books.

Lin Suo's eyes lit up.

He sat down at the wooden table, keeping silent, pretending to be mute.

Influenced by Gray's attitude, Doron, feeling his own low status, also didn't dare to speak.

After placing the items down and bowing, he retreated.

This left Lin Suo quite baffled.

"Could they have mistaken my identity?"

"Is it the fabric of the clothes or perhaps my skin is too delicate?"

After some thought, Lin Suo realized that coming from the modern world, his skin was indeed far better than these people could anticipate,

as they saw it as a sign of high status; only nobility could afford to be fair and plump.

Unfortunately, he couldn't understand their language, so he didn't dwell on it any further.

Regardless, this situation wasn't bad at all.

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Lin Suo scooped up hot meat sauce mushroom soup with a wooden spoon and took a few sips, instantly feeling comfortable.

Noticed the books by his side.

Got curious right away.

Try self-learning?

He flipped one open and saw that it was a otherworld version of a Liu Bei tutorial.

Filled with pictures, very finely detailed - the hairs were drawn clearly, and even in color, the work of a master! What a waste, with this skill, anything could be drawn, yet it's spent on Liu Bei manuals.

"Amazing."

There were five books in total, each well-worn, the edges yellowed, some pages even sticking together.

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

Need to say more about their usefulness?

Suddenly felt a shiver.

Almost threw them out.

Then felt a bit reluctant.

"Try synthesis?"

After another sip of the meat soup, Lin Suo tried using his Synthetic Talent to synthesize the five books.

A flash of golden light.

A super thick version of Liu Bei manual was born.

At the same time, an odd thought surfaced in his mind: after he synthesized anything using his talent, he would have complete control over it.

Creation and destruction at will.

And it seemed that written books and knowledge-related items had even more wonderful uses.

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

Instantly, the book dissipated, merging into his mind, and streams of marvelous memories appeared, which he grasped both strangely and skillfully.

His mouth opened and closed, emitting strange and dry language.

"Pretty and fair, smooth and tender princess?"

"Does this sentence mean in Chinese: a beautiful lady?"

"Such a long title, so it was like that. Language master indeed, if I had this thing earlier, English wouldn't have been so hard to learn."

Lin Suo did not think there was anything wrong with the adjectives learned from the Liu Bei manuals, instead feeling quite proud of himself.

He scanned his body again with the Magic Cube and discovered new changes.

[Lin Suo]

[Age: 19 (72)]

[Talent: Synthesize Everything]

[Rank: None]

[Skill: None]

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

[Status: Sub-healthy, skeletal damage, internal weakness, hunger, fatigue——Recommended treatment plan↓]

"So this language is called Padolon Universal Language."

"Finally getting the hang of it; eating more books should help me master it completely."

He finished off the meat soup in the clay pot.

Lin Suo, having expended too much energy, lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

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Deep into the night.

A burst of intense shouting and killing awoke him.

Shadows flitted outside the tent, blood splattered everywhere.

Screams and wails filled the air.

"Slash their horse legs!"

"What the hell..."

Feeling like a master of languages, Lin Suo heard the voices and felt afraid, but always found the meanings strange.

"Hit them below? Hiss~"

Taking a sharp breath, he instinctively touched his own little butt and hid under the bed.

All these soldiers were big guys over 1.8 meters tall, he'd better not go out and add to the chaos with his little arms and legs.

Better to stay put safely.

Who knows how long had passed, the sounds of the battle outside had subsided.

Lin Suo lay under the bed, sweaty, and then sneaked to the edge of the tent, lifting a slit to secretly observe.

The troops that treated them with politeness during the day had silver-white armor, with a unique logo of intersecting swords and axes.

But now he saw a troop wearing black vine-iron armor, with three tree marks on their chests.

"We lost..."

"Could this get any unluckier."

Lin Suo slammed the ground in anger, though he had the Synthetic Talent given by the Mysterious Magic Cube, but after fiddling around for a whole day, he only figured out the experience of synthesizing similar items and controlling the outcome.

Then he collapsed from exhaustion.