After establishing the information channel, Dorothy no longer needed to interact with the unknown connector from ""wen hai hang zhi"". Using the information channel, Dorothy directly sent a voice message.
"Offer knowledge, bestow knowledge."
Since she needed to trick the other party into sacrificing valuable knowledge, Dorothy had to act mysterious and deceive them into obediently making sacrifices. To make the language sound more profound and unfathomable, Dorothy processed this voice message. It made it sound genderless, ageless, and very deep.
After all, if Dorothy used her own girlish voice for voice chat, it wouldn't be very convincing, so she needed to use a voice changer.
On the other side, inside his own tent, Kapak was looking at the strange phenomenon on the comic book before him, unsure what to do for a moment. He wondered if some powerful spirits resided in the book, giving it intelligence. He wanted to show this thing to the Shaman of his tribe, but he was also worried that such an action might anger the other party.
Just as Kapak was pondering what to do with the comic book before him, a voice suddenly appeared out of nowhere in his mind. It was very strange, impossible to distinguish gender or age, and deep and rich. Kapak was startled upon hearing it.
"Who? Who is speaking in my mind?" Gripping his weapon, Kapak nervously guarded his surroundings and muttered in his own language. He couldn't understand the language of the voice in his mind at all; his Prit language level was far from sufficient to understand that sentence.
Kapak's muttering was transmitted to Dorothy's ears through the open information channel, but she was surprised to find that she couldn't understand the language the other party was using.
'I can't understand this... Is this the spoken form of the so-called Spirit Seal Language? Why is the other party communicating with me in this language? Is Prit language not his main language?'
Dorothy thought this and then sent another sentence to the other party.
"Use Prit language."
Inside the tent, Kapak, who heard the strange voice in his mind again, became even more confused. Regarding this language he couldn't understand, he could only continue to answer by muttering to himself.
"Who exactly are you? I don't understand your words!"
'Damn... This guy's Prit language level seems poor. He doesn't look like a language scholar.'
In the library's washroom, Dorothy couldn't help but complain in her heart when she heard Kapak's reply. At first, the other party had written a comparative translation of 'ignorance' in Prit language and Spirit Seal Language, making her think the other party was a language scholar. But now it seemed that might not be the case; instead, he seemed like someone whose native language was Spirit Seal Language and who had only mastered a tiny bit of Prit language vocabulary.
'So your Prit language is trash level... In that case, I'll give you a quick lesson first, and then collect tuition later.'
Dorothy thought this, and then she immediately retrieved all her knowledge related to Prit language, copied it, and transmitted it through the information channel. Then, by imprinting, all the Prit language information she had mastered was imprinted on the other party's Soul Book.
That's right, the Soul Book can imprint not only extraordinary knowledge but also ordinary knowledge. As long as the Soul Book has enough capacity, one can instantly master a piece of knowledge through complete comprehension. Dorothy imprinted thousands of Prit language words and complete grammar onto Kapak's Soul Book in one go.
"Hiss..."
Inside the tent, Kapak suddenly felt his head spin, and he couldn't help but cover his forehead. This dizziness lasted only for an instant and then ended. However, after it ended, Kapak found that he seemed to have changed somewhat from before. In his mind, a large amount of information had appeared in an instant.
"This is... language? Its name is... Prit language?"
After briefly examining the information that had appeared in his mind, Kapak murmured. Then, as if realizing something, he immediately returned to his small wooden collection box and began searching through its contents. Before long, he pulled out a small book.
Kapak opened the small book, and then he was surprised to find that he could understand everything on it. The pile of vocabulary and sentences that used to leave him completely confused were now readable. He took a look and realized that the small book he had collected for a long time was actually a user manual for a steam turbine.
Kapak, who only knew a few Prit language words just a few minutes ago, could now suddenly read a manual entirely in Prit language! His current Prit language level was almost no different from that of a native Prit resident.
"Incredible..."
Looking at the manual in his hand, Kapak murmured, shaking his head. Then he rummaged through the box for a long time, finding things with language on them to look at, and discovered that he could indeed understand all of them. He could clearly see the meaning of the words and sentences that had once troubled him.
'What, what exactly is going on? Why can I suddenly understand everything? Why did I suddenly completely learn the language of those invaders, the language of those invaders called Prit people?'
Kapak thought in disbelief. Amidst his astonishment, he wanted to find the reason for this miracle. After only a brief thought, he connected it to the magical comic book and the voice that had suddenly appeared in his mind.
'Really? Could this be true? Does this comic book really house some powerful spirits! That spirits directly spoke to me in my mind and even granted me the ability to understand foreign languages!'
As Kapak thought this, on the vast land they inhabited, many Wilderness Spirits of all sizes roamed. These spirits were either nature spirits or the souls of ancestors. They either wandered through the forests, galloped across the wilderness, or resided within certain objects. Ordinary people could not see them; only the Shaman of each tribe could communicate with them and borrow their power.
At this moment, Kapak was certain that a powerful spirits resided within this comic book, or that it communicated with a powerful spirits, and that he was using this comic book to communicate with that spirits.
As a member of the tribe, Kapak, who had previously assisted the Shaman, understood that one must show respect towards spirits. And towards spirits that could bestow power, one must undoubtedly show even greater respect.
"Oh, powerful spirits, wherever you may be, I am infinitely grateful for your gift. I wish to ask, regarding the will that accompanies this gift, how should I repay it?"
Kapak knelt on the ground, facing the comic book placed on the floor, and sincerely bowed down, speaking in the tone he used during rituals. He also specifically used the language he had just been granted. Kapak understood that when the Shaman in the tribe asked spirits for help, offerings were often required.
'Phew... I can finally understand.'
In the Crown University Library far away, Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the familiar language. Now that the other party knew Prit language, they could communicate.
'Powerful spirits? That guy on the other side seems to have taken me for something else, but never mind. Let him think whatever he wants, as long as he holds a respectful heart.'
'Moreover... that guy seems to have pretty good character. He knows to proactively repay after receiving benefits. This saves me from having to ask.'
Dorothy thought this, and then used the information channel to transmit the processed voice to the other party again.
"With knowledge, exchange knowledge..."
"The reward for language is also language."