One day? What can I do in one day? In Manda's impression, Quinta cracked the cipher text of a stone statue for at least ten days.

The Count is still very skillful. He knew that Quinta's cracking efficiency was not high, so he made preparations in advance.

Quinta was very happy to see Manda. He originally wanted to have a drink with Manda first and then have a night of chatting, preferably in the same bed.

But Manda stuffed a loaf of bread into his mouth, another piece of bacon, and took him back to his room.

"It's too late for brother, I want you to translate a cipher text for me." Manda took out the cipher text of the Kitchen God Hestia.

Quinta stared at the Secret Text for a while, looked up and asked, "Is this copied from the stone statue?"

Manda nodded.

Quinta said with a look of surprise: "This is different from the previous secret text. You found a different stone statue, congratulations."

"What are you congratulating me?"

"Congratulations on making great contributions again."

"I don't care about that!" Manda said, "How long does it take to crack such a cipher text?"

Manda stared at Ziwen for a while, frowned and said, "It will take at least one month."

"How is this possible?" Manda felt that Quinta was lying to him. "When you knew nothing about ciphertexts, you successfully cracked them in half a month. Now you have learned the method, why do you still need to take one month?"

"It's different. This ciphertext is more complicated. It's mainly Tyri and Hegel, interspersed with Arantis and Jenros. Other languages ​​are easy to speak, but Tyri is too difficult. I only know a few words." Quinta took some notes on paper and marked out all the words he knew.

"There are no marks in Tyri. After cracking the meaning of all words, you need to adjust the word order. The method is to place the last word behind the third word, then put the third word at the front of the sentence, and then put the last word behind the third word, repeat it eleven times like this, check whether the sentence is smooth. If the sentence is still confused, repeat it several times. If it is useless for many times, try to change the third word to the fourth word..."

Listening to Quinta's introduction, Manda's brain began to twitch. I have to admire the little guy's perseverance. He actually completed such a tedious and complicated task.

After finishing the marking, Quinta suddenly asked in a low voice: "Is this your natal god?"

Uh…Manda overlooked a question, and Quinta kept helping but never asked any reason.

Manda didn't know how to answer Quinta, and it would be too unkind to continue hiding it, but if he told Quinta the truth, he was afraid that he would not be able to withstand the count's torture.

"Actually, you don't have to tell me. I'm also worried that I can't help but tell the count that I'll be very happy as long as I know that you are still on the path of the natal god."

Manda did not answer, and Quinta no longer asked. He wanted to make some marks for Manda, but saw Manda change to another piece of parchment.

"Don't waste time on that piece of paper, this... is the key." Manda took out Hermes's secret text. Quinta was stunned and smiled in surprise. He didn't ask any more questions and helped Manda translate the words he knew first.

There are 341 words in Hermes's cipher text, of which 232 are from the ancient tili language, and Quinta only knows three of these 232 ancient tili words.

This means that Quinta cannot understand the content of the ciphertext. He tried to adjust the word order, but without knowing the meaning of the word, such adjustments were obviously futile.

"Don't worry about it, leave the rest to me." Manda poured a glass of wine for Quinta. Quinta started to be busy since entering the door, from dusk to late at night, without a stop for a moment.

Quinta bit the bacon, took a sip of wine and said, "Wom's craftsmanship is still so good, and the business in the tavern must be very good."

Manda said: "The business was pretty good, but there were fewer customers these two days."

"I really envy your life," Quinta sighed. "When I was a child, I also sold wine at home. There was no pub, but only the cherry wine made by my mother. My mother's cherry wine was very delicious, but if I couldn't finish it today, it would break the next day. I often lay next to my mother, hoping that customers would come to the door..."

While speaking, Quinta had already drunk a large glass, and Manda poured him another glass. Quinta took a deep breath and said, "If there was a wine jar of his own, my mother would be proud of me."

Manda smiled and said, "There will definitely be."

Quinta sighed, "I don't know which day I will wait."

"I won't wait too long, I promise your tavern is bigger than this one."

Quinta blinked and said, "I'll go brewing wine, and you'll go pickling the bacon, okay?"

"You have to pickle the bacon," Manda smiled, "I have to greet the guests."

The two of them laughed for a long time, and Wolm felt so angry that he had been guarding Toka and his mother in the guest room, fearing that Manda would inform Quinta.

For some reason, Quinta would make Manda's heart soft.

And no matter what Manda says, Quinta will believe it foolishly.

After three glasses of wine, Quinta fell asleep. Manda carefully left the room, turned around and went down the first floor, and came to Og's room.

Og slept very heavily, and Manda screamed several times but it was useless, so she had to burn his beard with a candle.

Og was very angry. He cherished his beard very much, but he didn't dare to lose his temper in front of Manda. After all, he owed Manda too much.

"There is one thing you ask for help. Have you ever met a businessman?"

"What kind of businessmen? I have seen many small vendors, but I have never seen those very wealthy big businessmen."

"It's not a big businessman, nor a small businessman, it's the merchants who sell magical objects and herbs."

Og turned his eyes and shrugged his eyebrows and said, "Are you talking about the black market businessman?"

Manda smiled and said, "Young man, you have a lot of experience."

As a wild believer of ancient gods, Og ​​is no stranger to the black market and is also familiar with the words and deeds of black market merchants.

The next morning, as soon as Quinta woke up, he saw Manda bringing a big beard into the room.

Quinta quickly got into the quilt, he was very afraid of strangers.

But the bearded man was very calm. He was not scared by Quinta's appearance, and he was not even surprised: "Come out, my friend, I have met many people, you are not that special."

"This is Mr. Olig," Manda made up a name perfunctorily, "he has what we want."

Quinta carefully drilled out of the quilt and saw Olig taking out the stone statues of the Kitchen God Hestia and the Vulcan God Hephaestus.

Quinta picked up two stone statues, looked at them separately, and then gave Manda a wink.

Manda turned to Og and said, "Can we discuss it alone?"

Og put away the stone statue with impatient look: "How many times do you have to discuss? If you can't do business this time, I will sell it to someone else."

Seeing Olig walk out of the room, Quinta whispered: "These two stone statues are real, you can see them by looking at the stone. And that exquisite workmanship is too rare. I have seen Hestia's cipher text, which is the one you gave me yesterday, and I have never seen Hephaestus's cipher text."

"It's good if it's true. Tell the Earl the news, whether to buy it depends on his intention."

Quinta said: "We have already obtained the Hestia secret text. You don't need to buy that stone statue. 300 gold coins are too expensive."

Manda pinched Quinta's face and whispered: "Are you planning to save money for the Earl? That would attract a lot of doubt and reveal a lot of secrets. Do you want the Earl to know our secret?"

Quinta shook his head: "We can't tell anyone our secret."
Chapter completed!