The breakfast at this shop seemed quite popular. Legen and Borda had to wait in line for almost half an hour before they could get their food—two steaming hot baozi.

Without any hesitation, Borda handed Legen his portion, then picked up a baozi with her hand and took a big bite, chewing with a look of satisfaction on her face.

Is it really that good? Legen looked at the baozi in the bag, trying to pick one up like Borda did, but he quickly pulled his fingers back with an "ouch" as it was too hot. Seeing this, Borda laughed and said something he couldn't understand. Legen guessed she might be teasing him for being impatient, but he wasn't sure. She hadn't even swallowed the baozi in her mouth yet.

This time, Legen was more careful. He pinched a baozi through the paper bag and examined it closely. The white, slightly yellowish dough, with a soft, tender corner soaked in broth, and the twisted top resembling an ice cream cone, indeed looked like an excellent baozi.

He couldn't resist anymore. After all the morning's hustle, Legen was hungry too, so he took a big bite.

Borda led Legen to a wooden table and sat down. Watching him silently enjoy the food, giving thumbs up repeatedly with a goofy look, she couldn't help but speak freely, knowing he wouldn't understand her anyway. "You look just like my brother now. He used to eat like you, always silent."

Legen responded with an innocent, clueless look. That was all he could do.

"But he's gone to another world now. He should be with your family..."

Borda's tone was a bit sad, but Legen couldn't tell. He hadn't had such good food in a long time. Back when he lived in the tower, the best meal he could have was grilled meat on a stone slab with a few lettuce leaves. Fermented bread with holes was something he couldn't make at all. He was happy, and had been since he was rescued yesterday.

It wasn't until he finished the last baozi that Legen realized Borda had long finished hers and was sitting at the table with her face in her hands, watching him. Her slight smile made him self-conscious: Was I too rude while eating the baozi?

"You're done. Let's go."

Even though she knew Legen couldn't understand, Borda still said it. As expected, Legen stood up with her. They had developed a kind of tacit understanding. Borda even thought that if they continued communicating like this, Legen would soon learn the Republican Language and be able to talk with them.

Just like on the way there, Legen sat on the back seat of the bicycle on the way back. He wanted to show some gentlemanly manners, but he didn't know the way. He didn't understand the traffic rules here either. There were no traffic lights at the intersections, only someone who looked like a traffic officer directing with gestures he couldn't understand. Trying to act smart in such a situation would only make him look worse.

On the way back, Dr. Borda hummed a song, looking quite happy. It seemed carrying a man was no effort at all. The morning breeze blew along with the rising sun, rustling a few leaves off the roadside trees.

The vehicles on the road here never honked, and there were no exhaust pipes visible at the back. If it weren't for the occasional roar of fighter jets in the sky, this small town outside the port area would be a place of serene happiness and tranquility.

Then he spoke first, "I speak English. Does anyone here speak English?"

"English!?" As soon as Legen spoke, the person standing at the back immediately responded.

"Yes, yes! English! Oh my God, you can understand me, that's great!!" Hearing his familiar language, Legen's tears started to flow uncontrollably.

This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

Dr. Borda and the other two exchanged glances, then quickly asked the person who responded to Legen, "What, what? What did you just say? You can understand him?"

"Uh... yes, he speaks a language that has been lost, called English... I remember this English was used by people in a country in the west of the Second Continent over 600 years ago. No one speaks it now. I learned it from an old magic book in the Tower of Mages in the former Kingdom of Hammed. I never thought he would speak this language."

While this person was explaining, Legen couldn't help but shake his right hand vigorously, repeating, "That's great, that's great."

"600 years... that's a long time ago," Borda sighed.

"Yes, I didn't expect this language to still be in use. Maybe he's a descendant of people from that country."

As he spoke with Borda and the others, Legen finally regained his composure. He continued to ask the person, "Hello, hello, my name is Legen. What's your name? Can you tell me where I am now? What's the name of this country? And—"

"Wait, wait, don't be in such a hurry. I'll answer you one by one. Your name is Legen, right? Fine，ok，my name is Zhao Kangmo, Zhao—Kang—mo—got it? You are now in Modria Port, a military port of PF. Do you have any other questions?" The young man named Zhao Kangmo gently patted Legen's shoulder and answered clearly.

Seeing that the two were communicating without any barriers, Dr. Borda turned to the other two and asked, "Do you speak that language called English?"

"No, we haven't learned it," they both shook their heads.

Borda nodded and then said to Zhao Kangmo, "You two have a good chat. Legen is a good person, be patient with him. Tell him to learn the Republican Language as soon as possible to communicate with most people. We'll leave now."

Zhao Kangmo nodded, "No problem, don't worry, I'll handle the communication."

Turning back, Zhao Kangmo explained to Legen and then suggested that Legen invite him inside to talk. Legen agreed, and after seeing Dr. Borda off, the two sat face to face on two chairs in the room, beginning their exchange of information.

First, Legen asked Zhao Kangmo to explain what PF was.

PF, short for PFHM, stands for the Propagative Federation of Human Magic. It is the current ruling entity that has almost unified the entire human world. Its highest leader is called the Lingshou, named Linge Hoffman.

PF rose to power a little over six years ago. Under the leadership of Linge, PF successively defeated and liberated four of the five major kingdoms that had divided the continent: the Kingdom of Romance, the Kingdom of Hammed, the Kingdom of Fema, and the Kingdom of Qilan. Only the capital and a small remaining part of the last kingdom, the Kingdom of Navia, remain on the main continent and the Second Continent.

Six years ago, PF gathered a large army to besiege the capital of the Kingdom of Navia, forcing it to surrender to spare the civilians from unnecessary war. At that moment, an unexpected invader appeared.

The Underground Demons, seemingly aware that humanity was about to unify, took the opportunity to launch attacks on PF's administrative centers across various regions, aiming to destroy PF's ruling organization in one fell swoop.

They almost succeeded. At that time, half of PF's army was stationed in border areas, far from the political center. As a result, over 90% of the administrative centers, including the PF capital, lost contact after unprecedented, terrifying attacks from underground.

The Underground Demons then began a horrific massacre of disorganized and defenseless humans in the early stages of the war. They were extremely cruel because they were a completely different species from humans, with no blood relation to any surface-dwelling creatures, including humans.

According to incomplete statistics, at least 70 million people died within the first three months of the attacks. Countless animals and plants were also slaughtered indiscriminately. The areas they passed through were left barren, devoid of even a single blade of grass. What remained was a hellish landscape filled with sulfur and mercury, heat, and toxic gases.

Fortunately, PF was not an ordinary human political entity. It had an advanced political system and high levels of magical and technological prowess!

Despite the attacks, loss of contact with comrades and higher authorities, and the constant threat of slaughter, human resistance did not falter. After six years of arduous anti-demon warfare, humanity finally regained control of the surface.

However, the war is far from over. Humans have only driven the Underground Demons out of their homeland, but they know nothing about the demons' homeland and lack the power to attack it.

Before reaching the demons' homeland and completely destroying their forces, humanity will not stop the war. They know that the Underground Demons have no intention of enslaving or conquering; their goal is to exterminate the surface ecosystem. This is a life-and-death struggle!

Now, humanity is intensively preparing a shipbuilding plan to seize control of the seas from the Underground Demons. Only by mastering the oceans can they launch a counterattack on the demons' homeland.