Who Was It?

"Haha, we came here because a friend of ours who's rather obsessed with archaeology happened to discover the written language of your civilization, so we came over to learn more about it."

In the reception room, Young Master Taber said indifferently, while his eyes kept darting toward the beautiful woman sitting beside him.

If he didn't still need to pay some attention to his image, he would have directly pulled her into his arms and explained his purpose while taking liberties with her.

"An archaeological friend?"

"Written language?"

Commander Liu Haoran and Elder Jiang exchanged puzzled glances, unable to hide their astonishment.

The history of written language on Earth was only so long. Even if they counted the writing of ancient Egypt, its total history was still far shorter than that of this Fourth-Tier Civilization. To them, it couldn't be considered "archaeology" at all.

Archaeology among cosmic civilizations truly meant exploring ancient civilizations and ruins that had been destroyed by unforeseen disasters.

Without a doubt, even counting all the alien civilizations that had visited Earth throughout its history, they still weren't worth this kind of treatment.

Besides, the main written language currently used by the Federation was Chinese—Simplified Chinese Characters, at that. The historical accumulation...

"Don't be surprised. It might simply be similar to the written language of some civilization. We were just curious and came over to ask. As long as you satisfy us, we'll naturally give you an even more satisfactory reward."

A hint of mockery flickered across his face as Young Master Taber put on an arrogant smile. His tone was casual.

He had a firm grasp on the lifeline of a low-level native civilization like this one.

Sure enough, after hearing Taber's words, everyone present—even Ling Yun, who had always been rather aloof—felt a surge of