"Thank you. I really like this language."
Tang Qi rose and returned the gesture to the two Mohawk girls.
He was not lying, either. He truly liked this newly learned language, especially since he had acquired the relevant memories in mere seconds through cheating.
Mohawk Language!
It referred to the language of the Mohawk people, one of the oldest races in the Divine Eagle Federation. Before the Federation was founded—or rather, before those "new immigrants" arrived—the Mohawk people ruled the southeastern part of this continent.
They were a brave and warlike people, known as the "Guardians of the Eastern Gate."
They believed that all things possessed spirits and revered nature, heaven, and earth.
Because of the Divine Eagle Federation's rapid development, the Mohawk had become a very small ethnic group. Most had integrated into the Federation and intermarried with other races. Pure-blooded Mohawk were exceedingly rare, and their language had gradually disappeared, replaced by the Federation's common official language.
If Tang Qi had wanted to learn it himself, he would have needed to expend considerable resources and effort, and he might not even have learned the most orthodox and complete version.
But now, Tang Qi had learned it.
A gift from the two girls!
Although the use of Mohawk Language was not yet apparent, mastering an ancient language was always a good thing.
What wizards loved most was the accumulation of knowledge.
Tang Qi muttered silently to himself. Then, rubbing his slightly throbbing brow, he was considering whether to continue unraveling the Mysterious Hair Knot when someone knocked on the lounge door.
After glancing at the clock on the wall, Tang Qi quietly put away the hair knot.
He got up and opened the door.
Stana was naturally standing outside. There seemed to be a trace of weariness on her