Regardless of the language spoken, they could understand each other? Klein's focus skipped over " Vice Admiral Iceberg " Edwina's first sentence and went straight to the second sentence, which seemed to have no major problems.
Although this is within the world created by Groselle's Travels, where anything is possible, certain details still reveal some issues!
For Klein, the important thing was not whether they could understand each other, but how they achieved that understanding.
Is this world governed by rigid rules similar to Comprehend Languages, or is there a higher consciousness above everyone else, assisting in the simultaneous interpretation, like what I did at the Tarot Club? If it's the former, the target who doesn't understand the Jotun hears an unfamiliar language but can still understand its meaning; if it's the latter, they hear familiar languages... Because he himself possesses multiple ancient or supernatural languages, Klein couldn't make an accurate judgment immediately. He slowed his pace slightly, walked alongside Danitz, and asked in a low voice:
What language did you hear Groselle speak just now?
Danitz paused for a second, then recalled and said:
"The language is somewhat familiar yet unfamiliar, but I can understand all of it."
He was fully proficient in Ancient Hermes, followed by Elvish, and was only at the beginner level in Jotun' Tongue.
Hmm, similar to Comprehend Languages... understanding at the level of the mind... This means that the underlying rules of the world in the book can be different from the outside world, originating from its own settings, but changes seem to be limited to a certain extent. This is questionable and needs to be verified. After all, we cannot rule out the possibility of a " The Fool "-like being translating through mental communication... Edwina is indeed very perceptive and good at observation. The problem she discovered points directly to the essence of the world in the book... While thinking, Klein slowly entered the dark, large cave.
As for the somewhat strange history recounted by the main characters, he wasn't surprised at all; in fact, he was waiting for the details to unfold.
Klein had long known that the major churches and the nations of the Northern Continent were consciously destroying or concealing information, hiding the true history of the Fourth, Third, and even Second Ages. Naturally, the information circulating in the outside world was different from what the main characters, who had lived through those eras, knew.
This is one of the reasons why Klein took certain risks to enter the world of the book!
Inside the spacious, well-ventilated cave, three humanoid creatures were scattered around a campfire radiating light and heat.
One of them, dressed in an extremely simple white robe, was facing away from the flames and toward the stone wall, his eyes closed, praying intently. He was a middle-aged man with wrinkles but not old, with short brown hair, and his shoulders, arms, calves, and feet were exposed and covered with all sorts of old scars.
Beside him was a young man sleeping with his head resting on a stone. He was dressed in heavy, sturdy black full-body armor, with a gleaming black straight sword stuck in his hand. His facial features were quite defined, with obvious Loen characteristics.
Sitting opposite these two was a strangely dressed man in his thirties who made people feel uncomfortable. He wore a pointed, stiff black hat, and the buttons on his jacket were uneven and messy, neither asymmetrical nor harmonious.
In addition, the pointed toes of his leather boots were upturned, making him look like a circus Clown.
The man had a fairly good-looking face, with flaxen hair, dark brown eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. Even when sitting, he gave off an air of arrogance.
Edwina pointed at him and said:
" Viscount Mobett Zoroast of the Solomon Empire, a man who can take away other people's ideals and dreams."
"No need for such politeness. Hello, I am Sequence 5 of the ' Marauder ' pathway, ' Dream Stealer '," Mobett chuckled, completely unlike the arrogant demeanor he projected.
The members of the Zoroast Family... Leonard has an Angel from this family Parasitism his body, perhaps he knows him? Heh, I know what Sequence 5 and Sequence 4 of the " Marauder " pathway are called, but I don't know the corresponding Sequence 7 and Sequence 6... Klein's mind raced through many thoughts without showing any outward expression.
At this moment, Anderson greeted the other party with a warm smile, asking in a familiar manner:
"To be honest, this is the first time I've heard of ' Dream Stealer.' I only know ' Marauder ' and ' Cryptologist,' and there are two other Sequence in between."
"Have Beyonder become this rare? Edwina knows, doesn't she? Sequence 7, ' Cryptologist,' Sequence 6, ' Fire Stealer,' haha, let me introduce them to you." Mobett enthusiastically pointed to the praying figure with his back to the crowd, "The devout Ascetic Snowman, he believes in the Lord Who Created Everything, the Omniscient and Omnipotent God. You don't need to worry about him; he's completely isolated in his own world of faith. But in battle, he'll be a very reliable ally. Hey, Snowman, at least say something!"
Having received no response, Mobett smiled wryly and stroked his chin, saying:
"This is the treatment I often receive. You might find it hard to imagine, but when I first entered this place, I was a proud, reserved, and cultured nobleman. But the long years have changed everything. Heh, when your companion is a Giant only knows how to laugh foolishly and shout slogans..."
When he said this, Grossel, who was sitting on a stone, smiled innocently and raised his hand to scratch the back of his head. The vertical single eye did not contain the ferocity and violence that was hard to portray in various legends about giants.
Mobert shook his head, then pointed at the ascetic Snowman and said:
"He might not say a word for years or even decades. As for Siatas, she is a very violent woman. If I have the slightest emotional fluctuation, she will beat me up. Sigh, I used to admire her so much, and now I am, well, afraid of her. So, I can only take the initiative to talk to them, otherwise I will definitely go crazy!"
"Thankfully, Longzel arrived later. He was quite talkative. Hey, Longzel, wake up! You have a new companion!"
The sleeping black-armored knight slowly awoke, opened his eyes, and looked at Klein and the others.
Suddenly, amidst the clanging of metal, he stood up abruptly, staring at Klein and saying:
" The Loen people?"
"Yes." Klein nodded frankly, noticing that this former Loen soldier, who had been missing for over 165 years, showed no signs of aging. His black hair hung down, and his Blue Eyes were sharp, making one unconsciously want to obey him.
Longzel appeared visibly dazed, but quickly regained his composure.
Do you know the Edward of Backlund?
" Backlund has many Edward," Klein replied simply.
"The Edward, who live at 18 Delair Street in the West North Borough," Longzel pressed.
Klein shook his head:
The West North Borough no longer exists.
"There is no West North Borough anymore..." Longzel repeated the other person's words in a low voice, his voice gradually fading.
He paused for a few seconds, then sighed and said:
"I don't know how many years have passed outside, but it must have been many years. Edwina told me the specific year, but I don't remember which year I came in... I've been asleep most of the time; time seems to have frozen here."
Mobett Zoroast chuckled softly upon hearing this:
"You're just unlucky. When we were traveling through cities and countryside, everything was wonderful."
He looked at Klein, Anderson, and Danitz and said:
"Back then, we lived in places inhabited by humans Wisdom races, marrying again and again, watching our wives grow old, weaken, and die. Ah, before new members joined, we would forget our purpose, living ordinary, mundane, but pleasant and easy lives for decades and centuries. The only downside was that we couldn't have our own children."
"Then, Longzel arrived, and we entered this snow-covered region, hunting many Monster, but gradually began to fall into a deep sleep, rarely waking up, until we met Edwina."
In other words, time flows normally within the book's world. What sustains the story's progress is the influence of some force on the protagonist's team. Before new members join or before the book turns a page, they remain at the previous point in time, doing other things... This is similar to language translation at the level of the mind and spirit...
Conversely, could we say that the towns and villages in the book's world are developing normally and realistically? Hmm, we must find " King of the North " Yurizan as soon as possible, otherwise, as time goes by, we too will suffer that influence, falling into a daze, or forgetting our main purpose, remaining here for a long time until new members are swallowed by the book and find us... Klein paused for a few seconds, about to speak, when Edwina spoke first:
"You don't need to worry about this anymore."
"We will soon encounter the ' King of the North '."
"Why?" Anderson and Mobett asked at the same time.
Edwina looked around and said:
Before I came in, only a few pages of the travelogue remained, with the parts already pasted together.
"And now that you've entered, found the camp, more pages will inevitably be turned, and the story will soon come to an end."
Mobett nodded almost imperceptibly, agreeing with Edwina's assessment, while Anderson muttered words like "adhesion" under his breath.
Edwina then introduced Klein, Anderson, and Danitz, and sat down by the fire as if to demonstrate.
Klein took off his hat, put it together with his cane, and slowly sat down, looking at the talkative Mobett Zoroast:
"Has he heard of the Tudor Empire, the Trunsoest Empire?"
He didn't beat around the bush; he asked directly, which is typical of Gehrman Sparrow's persona.
"No." Mobett shook his head. " Edwina already asked me. Ah, in my time, Tudor, Trunsoest, and our Zoroast Family were all high-ranking nobles in the Solomon Empire, loyal to the ' Black Emperor '."
So it turns out that Tudor and the Trunsoest Family were traitors to the Solomon Empire... Klein thought for a moment and said:
"Besides you, what other nobles are there in the Solomon Empire?"
"Many, many more." Mobett smiled and glanced at Longzel. " Augustus, Abraham, Zaratul, and so on, and so forth. In my time, the Church of Evernight's mortal enemies were the Church of the God of Combat and the Einhorn Family of the Southern Continent. The Lord of Storms, the Eternal Blazing Sun, and the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom were all at odds with each other, hoping to gain the support of the Solomon Empire."
He paused for two seconds, his expression gradually becoming solemn:
"At that time, the gods roamed the earth, not the Astral World."
P. S.: There was an early update in the early morning.