Gale was bewildered.
Too much had happened in that one hour tonight. The giants had first been betrayed by the trusted "He," and then a human had appeared to help them out of their predicament.
Not only was this person immensely powerful, but he also understood their language.
Gale's mind could barely process it... There was simply too much information!
It was connected to the giant race's prophet!
The giants' language was the most difficult language in the Inner World to understand, without question.
Other languages still had patterns you could find, but the giants' language had no rules at all. It relied entirely on telepathy.
Dudu, kachaa, wind, gaga, heizuizui, huo—there was no logic whatsoever behind these sounds. Even a single word from a giant could convey thousands upon thousands of meanings.
At the same time, the giant race had realized the advantage of this. As long as humans did not understand their language, they would find it difficult to uncover the giants' secrets completely.
Even if giants loudly plotted right in front of humans, they would never have to worry about leaks.
Gale looked at Qing Chen and said seriously, "You should have told us earlier that you were the prophet's friend. We will place absolute trust in the prophet's friends." "A prophet?" Qing Chen asked in confusion.
He had not even heard that the giant race had prophets through the Kingdom of Roosevelt's networks.
Gale nodded. "A prophet! The supreme existence of our giant race. Generation after generation of prophets has led us in surviving beneath the shadow of the Kingdom of Roosevelt. Otherwise, we would have disappeared long ago. Only prophets can possess the fruit you ate, so you must be the prophet's friend." Within the Giant Dynasty, kings were the actual rulers of the kingdom.