Unaware of the conflicting emotions troubling Liu Wei, Yu Qingyu furrowed his brows, trying to focus all of his attention on the letters.
The system already transferred all of Prince Allen's meager proficiency in Vestavian language to him the day before, so by now, his brain fully processed the skill. And, although his ability was lacking, and the letters were written in a dialect, making it even more difficult, he could still understand around two out of three words.
He could understand two out of three words, but…
Pigeon increases … More … will be needed. Inform … to … on the wall.
Wall situation … because of … Send … to the point of … Pigeon will need to be …
Pigeon … again. Crow and … support him. If the situation … on the … add grass to … cup.
'520… Does that make any sense to you?' Yu Qingyu asked the system.
[It appears to be written in some sort of code.]
