"Help you?"
Hearing that, Rein glanced at her. It was just as he expected.
A prisoner's greatest desire was freedom.
But he had no intention of agreeing so easily.
If this barbarian girl guessed how urgently he wanted to decipher the secret scroll, she would probably use it as leverage and push for even more conditions.
Rein said coldly, "Do you think you're in any position to negotiate with me?"
Wudo's spine went cold beneath Rein's gaze, but she refused to show weakness. Lifting her chin, she said, "Only the High Priest lineage of our Korman Tribe knows how to decipher this Priestly Language—fewer than ten people in the entire tribe! If I die, you'll never find anyone else who can decipher it!"
The atmosphere immediately turned stiff.
"Heh. Are you threatening me?"
Rein stared into her eyes. She did not seem to be lying.
Moreover, what she said made sense.
A primitive tribe would hardly possess two complete writing systems, and the Ancient Monkell Script was clearly far more complex and profound than their Korman Language.
Perhaps, just as she said, only the so-called High Priest lineage of the tribe could decipher this special language from an ancient lost civilization.
But that also piqued Rein's curiosity. This tagalong was only thirteen, yet she already knew this ancient script. That meant her status in the tribe was probably rather special.
He was in no rush. After all, the absolute initiative was in his hands now.
"I'm merely interested in the writing of this ancient lost civilization. If you don't want to tell me, forget it."
Rein would not give a prisoner the chance to push her luck. With a cold sneer, he added, "Since you don't want to help, then... please leave."
With that, he began gathering the beast-hide sheets