After all, Bill had already made several attempts before Wizet entered the room, eliminating quite a few wrong answers.
With Wizet's reminder, he naturally thought of that possibility.
Hearing Bill's words, Wizet responded, "That's what I was thinking too."
"But it's a bit troublesome..." Bill's voice carried a trace of helplessness. "I've spent too long in Egypt, so whenever I think of something, it's all in Ancient Egyptian... Charlie, help us think too!"
Wizet understood what Bill meant. After all, the Black Family was in England. If they used Ancient Egyptian to break the curse, it might not achieve the intended effect.
"Well... that's a little difficult..." Charlie spoke up from the side. "I used to raise dragons in Romania... How about trying 'dragon language'?"
"When I took the baby dragons out to play, they would make all sorts of wailing noises. The pitch sounded pretty consistent, so maybe it carried the meaning of 'liberation' too?"
"Alright, alright, alright!" Bill laughed. "Then let's try it! You'd better roar loudly—I think everyone wants to hear what baby dragons actually sound like!"
Bill's appearance was actually rather unconventional. He was tall and thin, with long red hair tied back in a ponytail.
He also wore a fang earring. Throw on a leather jacket, and he would have been perfect for a rock concert.
Charlie was shorter. Perhaps because he studied fire dragons, he was much more solidly built.
His style was not as unconventional, and he was not as handsome as Bill. His square face easily gave people the impression of a dependable, good-natured man.
Although the two brothers were quite different, they had one thing in common: they were both easy to get along with.
Joking aside, they could not neglect the matter of breaking the curse. Bill moved his