The professionalism of the Shadow Lions may not be that high, but their execution ability is undoubtedly better than mine. In other words, once they encounter a similar situation, they will act more resolutely than me and will not hesitate at all.
Have they ever encountered this situation?
I'm afraid so.
Ah, this isn’t the first time I’ve said that…
That's why there's no relevant record in the notes, because that was her last lesson...
After thinking about it for a long time, Hitzfeld got up and washed his face with clean water.
Pun arranged a two-story building for her, which should have been a gun tower in those days. She lived on the second floor, and the so-called windows were square openings that were used to hold gun barrels.
The walls and floors had not been painted and were dirty and dusty. The bed was made of stones piled up and placed on a stone slab. It was naturally not comfortable to live in such a room.
But Hitzfeld was used to it. She walked to the corner of the room, dragged the body of a field gun covered with cobwebs to the door and held it behind it, then returned to the basin, took off her clothes and wiped her body.
She used a towel to wipe her body, which she made from the corners of her clothes. When she was done, she turned to another stone basin, first scooped some water from it with her hands and drank it, then nodded her head vigorously and used the last bit of clean water to rinse her hair.
Before, I didn’t have the conditions to wash, but now at least Pun has an unlimited supply of drinking water. I really feel uncomfortable if I don’t clean up every day.
While waiting for his hair to dry naturally, Hitzfeld suddenly remembered a related discovery.
The alien species seemed to be happy to see her cleaning her body.
She could hear the meanings of clean, civilized and so on from those intermittent words. This was really ridiculous - the primitive apes living underground actually had the concept of hygiene, and they actually thought that humans were dirty?
It's really the other way around.
Hitzfeld shook her head in her heart while fixing her hair. She now hated those things very much. The contempt she had at the beginning returned from another angle.
The structure and air permeability of the room determined that she could not stay here until her hair was completely dry, so when it was almost time, she got dressed and went out, informing the guards downstairs that she wanted to see Pun.
Pun arrived soon.
It was holding a knife and riding on a huge worm with thousands of pairs of hooked claws that could crawl on the ground like a centipede. When it jumped down, it tilted its head in confusion.
Hitzfeld looked at the worm and found that the ugly thing was also looking at her. Its densely packed teeth were trembling slightly, and its upper body stood up a little, twisting like a snake.
"I want to go out." Hitzfeld brushed off the tingling feeling and began to communicate with Pun stutteringly, "It's boring... go out... go take a look..."
Pu En nodded in agreement immediately.
This is because she has to make this trip almost every day, and many creepers, including Pun, are used to it.
After doing it so many times, and since they really didn't notice any tricks from her, Puen and the others gradually put their minds at ease and now no longer take the initiative to follow her around.
It was the guards who were traveling with her.
This time too, they found a clean, tattered cloak - similar to the ones they were wearing - and put it on her, letting her pull up the hood so that her whole body was almost hidden in the black cloth.
She was still very new to the 'civilians' in the community, and this was done to avoid being chased and watched like the first time.
After telling her to be well and not to run around, Pun rode away on the worm.
It still has things to do, which should be the construction and guarding of the camp outside the city.
Hitzfeld knew this because she had gone up to the city wall yesterday and had found the cannon and crossbow that Smail had always dreamed of.
But as long as they can't break through the defense line outside, they won't have a chance to touch it.
She could see that Pun attached great importance to the construction of the new camp.
Every day it either came to look after her or ran to the new camp. She had witnessed it leading a group of armed soldiers to kneel down before the statue from the city wall. She guessed that this behavior... the act of fiddling with the statue even though the camp hadn't been built yet... was probably a ritual.
Similar to a priest's blessing for a newborn baby.
Or it's like a baboon holding a little lion up in the air and saying some weird, incomprehensible language to it.
So she had to hurry, because she had a feeling that there would be a celebration of these things after the new camp was built.
And she might be the "main course" of the celebration, and they might very well convert her at that time.
And then there was that statue…she couldn’t understand it.
At first glance, it was a human statue. Its hands, feet, and torso all had very obvious human features, and if you ignored the part above the chest, it was just a tall woman in a long robe.
But it started to get distorted upwards: from the chest to the head, there were clusters of things like soap bubbles, each of which had pupils carved on the surface, looking very mentally polluted.
It was pollution in a practical sense... She couldn't stare at that part for too long, otherwise she would feel dizzy and the whispers in her ears would become dramatically amplified.
Coming to the top of the city wall again, Hitzfeld stood on the battlement and looked into the distance.
They could vaguely see the edge of the plain and the stone pillars, which was where they had come from.
It takes a lot of effort just to clean up those mudstone spiders. Smail is really kind and righteous...
Thinking this half sarcastically, she looked at the statue, then turned her gaze to the ball of flesh at the top.
It is the largest light source in this underground world.
The main body is a ball of flesh wrapped in dense muscles. Although the shape is not like a heart, it beats like a heart.
As it beats, the violent red light gets brighter… and dimmer.
There is no more suspicious target than this thing.
She suspected that the meat ball was the corpse of the evil god, or at least part of its body.
"It's you... who's looking for our awakening alliance?"
A sharp voice came from behind.
Hitzfeld was stunned, then turned around suddenly.
Just because this sentence is Sarai.
She had been searching for days, dreaming of hearing the human language.
Chapter 77: Ripple's Advice
Turning my gaze, I saw a strange man in a cloak standing behind me.
This was the attire common to all creepers, and its hood was not down, so she couldn't see its face clearly.
But this is not the point.
Anyway, she couldn't tell what the creeper looked like...she was more concerned about the words the other party had just uttered.
"You can speak human language?" Hitzfeld stared at the man cautiously, "Are you here because of the characters I carved?"
Starting from the second day of her arrival in the ancient fortress city, she left some carved marks in a very covert manner during her tour.
Some of them are on the roadside, pretending to be enchanted plants when they are at hand.
Some of them were on the wall, and it looked like she had been hammering on them with stones, but no one in her entourage could understand the patterns she had carved.
Because it was indeed not a language they could understand - it was not Worm language, and it did not make sense if understood in the Sara language. It was a variant character of ancient Sara language.
She believed that if there really were so-called "friends" here, they would most likely understand.
Because the records in the iron-shell book are also written in ancient language, this shows that the civilization heritage of the ancient fortress city can be traced back to before the collapse of the Seran Dynasty, and the probability that those things also master the ancient Sara language is very high.
Even if she couldn't understand it, it didn't matter. She thought it was impossible for those people to be completely unaware of her existence. As long as she did something that could be considered a "test", as long as they had normal IQ, they would most likely come to negotiate with her.
So isn't this coming.
"We..." A sharp, somewhat rhythmic voice came from the hood opposite.
It seemed a little hesitant at first, but as if it had strengthened some kind of determination, it quickly became fluent: "We did find you because of your behavior. We want to know why - why do you know we exist?"
This is such a pleasant surprise.
The girl clenched her fists tightly in her sleeves and couldn't help showing her joy in the shadow of her hood.
It may seem like just one sentence, but it contains a lot of information.
First of all, this statement and the "Awakening Alliance" mentioned by the other party before have confirmed that "friends" do exist, and it is very likely that they are not individuals, but a secret organization.
Secondly, the passage was so fluent, without any pauses or obscurities, and even without any grammatical errors. This was a few points better than the best result she had expected.
She thought that no matter how fluent these guys were in Sara language, they were only at the level of that sentinel.
He was the guy who first appeared at the camp and was eaten by the giant insect just after he warned them.
One of these is that communication is more convenient, and the other is... having a "representative" who can master Sara language to such a level, their attitude towards humans will definitely be much more friendly.
Because it is impossible to master an unfamiliar language suddenly within one generation, judging from the limited experience, there may be many such people, and the language has been passed down for a long time.
Of course, this is not absolute.
It is not ruled out that this organization simply appreciates the language and culture of human civilization and actually wants to replace it - but it is still much better than pure barbarism.
At least she could communicate with them without hindrance, and if she could grasp what they wanted, she could use their hands to do things for her according to her plan.
"How obvious are your actions, yet you don't even notice it?" Hitzfeld tried to keep his tone as low as possible.
Being more low-key seems more mature, and if they also have awareness in this regard, it may increase the hope of their cooperation.
"You mean the Sentinel?" The other party nodded. "So he did convey the message."
"So you were the ones who triggered the anasthenia early?" Hitzfeld continued to ask, "Why? What did you want? Why did you take this risk to remind us?"
"You have a lot of questions." The Mysterious Creeper paused, "It is obvious what we want to do. Just like in your world not everyone is a believer, there are also non-believers. This situation also occurs in my world."
"You don't believe in evil gods?"
"We usually call them 'ancient gods'."
"That's what those evil heretics said."
"This has nothing to do with whether it's evil or not. I can see that you have your own unique understanding of language. Compared to the description of the evil god, which has a stronger subjective tendency, you know whether the description of the ancient god is positive or objective."
Hitzfeld is amazing.
She was communicating with a different species of monster in Sara language, which was already a very mysterious thing. Not to mention that the other party had such a profound grasp of language and grammar that he knew to use parts of speech to refute her!
"You are very knowledgeable..."
"Not the most knowledgeable among us."
"Then why didn't that person come to see me?"
"I need to make sure you're qualified."
"You still have not answered my question."
"I've already answered that we don't want to revive the ancient gods because that might not be a good thing."
"For us?"
“And for ourselves.”
"What do you mean by qualifications?"
"It's because of Pun's attitude towards you."
Hitzfeld was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood why she had to take the initiative to hint before someone would come to her.
Poon's attitude towards her... well, it's just that those "normal creepers" are too nice to her.
Yes, even Bruce thought this was abnormal, and the Awakening Alliance certainly didn't dare to contact her rashly.
They are equally afraid.
Fear of being exposed to fellow citizens.
"You don't want the ancient gods to be resurrected, which is consistent with what I pursue."
Thinking of this, she decided to make her words more clearly.
“We can work together…to disrupt that process.”
The other party was silent for a while, then said, "How can you be sure that we need you?"
"Just because you guys really came to me."
Hitzfeld sneered.
"If nothing unexpected happens, you are in need of a character like me... someone who can truly gain Puen's trust and have the opportunity to get close to certain things or places... You have been longing for this character's help from the beginning."
There was silence on the other side for a while.
"But Pun won't trust you." It said in a deep voice.
"Pun doesn't believe in anyone. The reason he treats you differently is only because you can chant the name of God, which is the qualification to become a priest."
