Speaking of foreign languages in this era, they’re really not like modern English, but they have sowhat taken shape into a precursor to modern English. For people like Sui Yi and Hell’s Wan Ge, who both have excellent language abilities, understanding such simple greetings from each other was indeed not difficult.
Besides, there’s no need to delve deeply into whether this era should actually have the current Persian language or present-day Persian, anyway, this is a world mirrored in the minds of modern humans from ti and space, anything is possible.
There’s a saying, if you take it seriously, you lose.
And nine months have been enough for Sui Yi and his companion to not take this world too seriously, to adapt to local customs.
But the problem is... the servant before them seed to be reminding them — you are different.
Hell’s Wan Ge gave the servant a deep look and started speaking in a typical Arican accent. The servant’s eyes showed a mix of surprise and delight as he nodded and led the two into the buffet restaurant, introducing the dishes as they walked...
Almost everyone recognized Sui Yi and his companion, including those in the buffet restaurant who were dining or discussing business. When they suddenly saw the two enter, so people were not surprised.
For example, Song Shidao and his siblings at one table, or another table where Shong Xiufang was seated. Song Yuzhi was just about to greet them when she overheard the conversation between Hell’s Wan Ge and the servant from the Outer Region.
The language was clearly not from the Midland.
Shong Xiufang was sitting opposite a young man, noticing that most people at this table were showing slight changes in their expressions.
Regarding Sui Yi and Hell’s Wan Ge’s origins, opinions varied, but now it seed to lean sowhat towards the Outer Region?
However, at first glance, Sui Yi’s appearance was undeniably that of a classical beauty, whereas Hell’s Wan Ge had a blend of Foreign Race and classical aesthetic...
Along with those strange golden patterns and fighting movent techniques, it was clear they were from the Outer Region.
Song Shidao was certain of this in his heart and remained composed, while Shong Xiufang didn’t seem to mind much. Anyway, she didn’t have much purpose with these two... oh, now maybe there’s one more purpose.
Recalling how "comfortable" she slept last night, Shong Xiufang’s gaze at Sui Yi beca increasingly gentle, so gentle that Song Shidao, who caught a glimpse by chance, was beginning to wonder if they had another Wei Zhenzhen.
"Mr. Sui," Song Yuzhi greeted Sui Yi and his companion. Sui Yi had already glanced around and noticed the presence of people at these two tables. To the left, Song Shidao’s side was a table of four, Sui Yi naturally recognized the two siblings, but there were also two middle-aged n, one being Xie Hui, the other sharing so resemblance with Song Shidao, appearing kind-hearted yet astonishingly imposing.
This table of four was separated by about two seat blocks from another table, where Shong Xiufang was situated.
The buffet restaurant didn’t have private rooms, hence the people at this table sat here. To be precise, except for Shong Xiufang, everyone at this table bore so resemblance to each other, two n, three won.
Li Jiancheng, Li Xiuning, Shong Xiufang.
Sui Yi recognized these three.
There was also a man who resembled Li Jiancheng a bit, showing a third of Li Jiancheng’s arrogance, a third of Li Shimin’s elegance, and a third of natural mischievousness, with peach blossom eyes that were particularly flirtatious.
Next to Li Xiuning sat a young woman, wearing a long dress of brocade white with silver snow plum blossoms, holding a nu in one hand, seemingly ordering. Her face was concealed by the nu, but that hand...
Sui Yi took a closer look at that hand, slightly frowned.
This person...
As for Wui Zheng, he was seated with Lady Hong Fu and Li Jing at a table nearby. Since they were quite close, at first glance, it looked like there were seven or eight people, quite a number.
At this mont, they all cast seemingly inadvertent glances towards Sui Yi.
Though they all knew each other, whether it was Song Shidao’s table or Li Xiuning’s, Sui Yi had no intention of going over, and the others clearly wouldn’t inappropriately break the silence. Only Song Yuzhi and Li Xiuning, these two young debutantes who could serve as diplomatic faces among the Gate Valves, stood up and nodded at Sui Yi, and so, after ordering, Sui Yi and his companion were led to a window seat.
They were about to sit slightly in front of Song Shidao’s table.
Sui Yi casually pushed open a window, looking out at the bustling traffic, with Hell’s Wan Ge’s inquiry in German reaching his ears.
"Is that woman strange?"
Sui Yi looked at Hell’s Wan Ge, the other was indeed just as sensitive as she was.
"Do you think she’s strange?" Sui Yi asked back.
Due to the angle, Sui Yi couldn’t see the woman’s face at the mont, even if she put down the nu, naturally, she could turn her head, but Sui Yi didn’t turn.
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