The knights' methods for investigating the native tribes were far more brutal than Liszt had imagined.
They acted directly at night, surrounding the native tribe and capturing everyone in it from top to bottom. What followed was an endless series of tedious interrogations. When language proved a barrier, they communicated through gestures. After tirelessly trying again and again, they finally began to grasp the tribe's general situation.
This was a small tribe of one hundred and eighty-six people.
Most of the natives lacked any talent for cultivation and fought and hunted like savages. Those with cultivation talent, however, were placed under the tribe's special protection and sent to larger tribes to study magic—the few elderly men who resembled tribal priests were all mages who had returned after completing their studies.
"Your Highness, these native tribes should be an inheritance left behind by ancient mages," a mage explained to Liszt. "Their spellcasting methods are extremely ancient and differ greatly from the magic systems currently in use. Their methods of employing magic runes are likewise very archaic."
The times were advancing, and magic was constantly being refined.
Although the magic net had already withered away, mages had improved many spellcasting methods to an unparalleled degree, hoping to reduce the consumption of magic power. The mages of the native tribes, meanwhile, were still using magic that consumed enormous amounts of magic power yet possessed very little might.
Thus, the pioneering corps' mages concluded that they were inheritors of ancient mages, preserved generation after generation on Flame Island, an island cut off from the world.
Finally, this mage boldly ventured a conclusion. "Your Highness, I carefully recorded the pronunciations of these natives' language and discovered that it is very likely the ancient Moon Language."
"Moon Language?" Liszt raised his brows and looked sternly at