At dusk, Sphinx and everyone left the Drainha City. They originally planned to stay in Drainha City for one more night, but after buying the food on the way, they couldn't even afford the room.

It wasn't all Manda's fault. Leonder lost forty silver coins in the tavern, and the remaining little money could not even buy clean black bread.

Staying in a hotel is impossible, and there is no chance to stay in a hotel anyway.

The next night they camped directly on the hillside, the Leo girl slept alone in a carriage, Bruto and Leonder slept in another carriage, and Manda and Quinta were vigiling outside the carriage.

The Leo woman threw all the things Manda bought outside the car. Manda hugged a pile of rags and shivered in the cold autumn wind.

"Haji!" Manda sneezes and wipes his snot on Quinta, "Why don't we make fire? Who can see us in this wilderness? This is clearly revenge!"

"This is revenge!" Quinta wiped his nose on the sheepskin, "It was these things that cost you a gold coin?"

"These things are very valuable!" Manda took out a stone statue and played with it boredly. According to the original owner's memory, a small stone statue like this can buy twenty silver coins.

"Let me see how valuable it is." Quinta picked up another stone statue, fiddled with it for a while, frowned and said, "This is Zeus's statue. The sculpture is exquisite, exactly the same as what I saw in the Golden Lion City."

It seems to be a high imitation product, and may have high artistic value.

Quinta took the stone statue in front of her eyes and looked carefully for a while, murmured, "This thing is very old."

Could it be a cultural relic? Manda has some interest.

"There are words, ancient words." Kunta put down the stone statue, took out a candle from his arms, rubbed his fingers on the candle wick, and the candle was lit.

He knows spells? Manda was stunned. In his impression, Quinta was very knowledgeable and flexible, but he should know nothing about spells.

Quinta signaled Manda not to make a sound. He held the candle and looked at Zeus' statue for a while. His eyes as big as an egg were several times bigger than usual, and his expression on his face ranged from surprise to panic, and even a little distorted.

"This, what is this thing worth?" He said something that was inconsistent with his expression. It was obvious that he was lying. The purpose of this lie was not to deceive Manda, but not to arouse other people's suspicion.

Their ears were very good. Although they were sleeping in the carriage, no one knew whether they were really asleep.

He held the candle and carefully identified the mottled words on the stone statue, then opened his backpack, took out the parchment paper and a quill, dipped it in ink and wrote a sentence: This is the ancient Arantis language, which reads the secrets of Zeus believers.

"These are all worthless gadgets. You have been cheated of stupid boy!" Quinta tried hard to maintain a mocking tone and stuffed the parchment into Manda's hand.

Manda took the parchment, glanced at it, and shook her head with a serious expression.

Quinta looked confused. Could it be that this is not Arantis?

It seems that Manda has already studied it, no wonder he would spend a gold coin to buy these gadgets. The value of these stone statues is far beyond imagination.

Quinta observed for a while. Arantis was one of the old words he was best at. He knew all the words of stone statues, but they were connected but they were chaotic.

Manda is right, things are not that simple.

Quinta wrote a line of words on the paper: words that disrupt the word order, and the order needs to be cracked.

Manda took the parchment, frowned, and still shook her head.

The situation is even more complicated than this! Quinta grabbed the few hairs and thought hard while covering up: "It's so stupid, you actually spent a gold coin for this kind of thing."

He wrote another line of words on the parchment: Other words are mixed in Arantis?

After seeing it, Manda did not make any noise. It seems that she guessed it right this time!

Quinta's face turned red with excitement. He really did not misread Manda. From the first sight of him, he knew that he was different.

How courage is he able to deceive the Count easily? How courage is he able to face the God-Punisher calmly? How courage is he able to see the value of precious smoke stones at a glance? What experience is he able to find such a precious treasure in the market? What insight is he able to find such a precious treasure?

I guessed right, he is indeed the favor of the gods, and he may even be the gods who fell into the mortal world!

He is willing to share such a precious treasure with himself. Quinta feels that he has gained the most precious thing in the world and is worthy of his proud friendship for a lifetime!

Hearing some sounds coming from the carriage, Quinta hurriedly wrote down the last line: Don't let the Count see these things!

Manda nodded, and Quinta quickly threw the parchment into the fire. All night, Quinta was studying Zeus's statue. Seeing his obsession, Manda sighed in her heart:

If he told him that I didn't recognize words, would he despise me?

Manda did not know the words of this world, and she chose one of the people who read the words in this world. In the baron's family, only the baron and his two children read the words, so the illegitimate child was not so lucky.

As for people like Quinta who are well-versed in many languages ​​and understand ancient characters, it is rare, which is why the Count often sent him to perform missions. At some point, Quinta's role is much greater than that of Sphinx.

Quinta didn't sleep all night. He was thinking about the words on the statue and how to hide the statue. The Count had a hundred eyes, and every corner of the valley was under his gaze. Except for one place, the cave of the old witch Portia, the Count did not like to look at the corpse.

But will Portia help? Will she keep the secret? What should I use to bribe her?

Quinta was unsure of his mind. When dawn was about to dawn, he woke Manda up and wrote on the parchment: Do you think Portia is reliable? Can we hide the stone statue in her?

Manda rubbed her eyes, looked at Quinta helplessly, then looked at the parchment, and sighed long: "Do you think this is useful?"

This is what Manda said in his heart. He didn't recognize a word, and he didn't want to pretend anymore.

Quinta was stunned. Seeing Manda looking at the carriage, she finally woke up.

It's so childish, he's really naive about this idea, Quinta feels ashamed of himself!

Manda was right, it was useless. Sphinx had seen these stone statues, and she would definitely tell the Count that if she did not hand over the stone statues, the Count would peel them.

What to do? What to do?

Quinta wanted to bury the stone statue outside the valley and dig it out to study it next time when he left the valley. But this was still a bit risky. The next mission might be far away. What if someone else discovered it?

I have to discuss it with Manda.

Quinta was about to write on the parchment, but saw Manda frowning and said, "Isn't it good to save your paper and ink?"

Quinta was stunned for a long time and patted his forehead hard.

I am so stupid! Why do I hide the stone statue? Wouldn't it be better to copy the text directly? He counted the parchment paper in his backpack, and only five pieces were left. The words must be written smaller, otherwise the paper would really not be enough.

Quinta spent two days copying all the texts on the twelve stone statues, and tried every means to find opportunities to report the research results to Manda.

"Zeus is listening. It's a blessing from a cow. What do you mean by saying this?" Quinta asked in a low voice while taking advantage of the opportunity to relieve his hand.

"Are you sure the cow is not playing the piano at Zeus?" Manda casually said.

"Does this word mean not blessings, but playing the piano?" Quinta took it seriously, but he could not understand why a cow played the piano no matter what.

After studying for a few days without gain, he turned his attention to the dirty tutu, who was wearing a long tutu with a trouser skirt, had curly blonde hair, blank face, and no facial features, which easily reminded people of witchcraft and curses.

It would be great if I could give it to Portia, but the Count would never let this good thing go.

The journey back was difficult and long, but it was fleeting for Quinta. Before he could study the top and twelve-line chess, he had already heard the voice of Old Yaman.

"Bruto, congratulations, life will always stay at thirty-eight years old, what a good age this is!"

Bruto sighed: "If you can be as lucky as Holna and stay at twenty-six years old, that is the most perfect life."

"Do you want me to die in jealousy and annoyance? It's not that easy, my old bones are still very tough!"

The jealousy in Lao Yaman's mouth was just a joke, but Leonder's jealousy was written on his face.

The carriage was left behind, and everyone returned to the valley. The same method was as before. Sphinx took Manda to fly in the sky, while the others chose to drill a cave. The moment they landed, Manda immediately felt like she was being watched.

There seems to be an eye on the steep rock wall. When you look at it, it will disappear immediately. If you don’t look at it, it will continue to look at you.

Such eyes are almost everywhere, stones, bark, grass leaves, and even dewdrops on the grass leaves. The Count's one hundred eyes are monitoring everything in the valley every moment.

Back at the castle, Manda took a nap in her quilt and was called into the count's room by the first person.

The Leo woman explained her experience in this trip in detail. The Earl was not surprised by the Marquis of Narls's price. What surprised him was that two boxes of cigarette stones could be exchanged for one hundred gold coins.

"What kind of smoke stone is that?"

The Lion woman took out two cigarette stones from her backpack: "I secretly left a little, but the Marquis didn't notice it."

The Count picked up the cigarette stone and looked at it for a moment, and asked, "How big is the box containing the cigarette stone?"

Sphinx pointed to one of the earl's glove boxes and said, "Slightly bigger than that."

"A little bigger..." the count sighed, "I still suffer a loss. This is the smoke stone that shines through the Apollo Holy Light, and a box is worth one hundred gold coins."

Sphinx said in a shocked look: "Marquis Conners said that it was for your friendship that we were allowed..."

"Needless to say, this doesn't matter," the Count fiddled with the smoke stone for a while, and asked, "Do you say Manda has seen such smoke stones before?"

"He said his father..."
Chapter completed!