Lu Zongping can indeed learn quickly. After all, he can read words and understand pronunciation. These natural abilities give him a huge advantage in communicating and learning languages. However, he is still not willing to speak.

Toriel has never regarded him as a mute. It has to be said that she is prophetic. Of course Lu Zongping is not mute. He just doesn't want to speak. Not speaking equals mystery. Mystery equals handsomeness, power, and coldness. He is such a person.

Strange man, hehe.

No matter what, he likes such a silent state. Toriel is used to talking to herself, so she often doesn't realize that Lu Zongping's silence is an unnatural phenomenon. Perhaps in her mind, she

Think of the self-question and answer as Lu Zongping’s reply.

Toriel went out. She went out after taking a shower. It is polite to go shopping in a clean and fresh manner.

Lu Zongping was very clean and did not need to wash up. However, Toriel still prepared a complete set of bathing tools for him. These things were not easily available and they were quite old.

There was no timing tool in the house, but the time was displayed on the phone. It was now ten o'clock in the morning. Toriel said that she would rush back to prepare lunch for Lu Zongping, and told him not to be impatient and to eat some fruit first if he was hungry, but

Please don't eat too much, otherwise you will lose your appetite for lunch.

Toriel left the ruins through the passage at the lower level of the hall. She had told Lu Zongping not to follow him, and it was best to just stay at home. She would call him from time to time, asking him what he liked to eat and what he wanted to buy.

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The boy was always silent, and Aries just bought everything he thought was useful.

Lu Zongping flipped through the dictionary and secretly practiced his pronunciation. He muttered the words for daily communication several times. Toriel's phone calls interrupted him from time to time, but Lu Zongping maintained his strong reserve: this reserve became more and more time-consuming.

The longer it goes, it quickly exceeds thirty seconds, making Toriel very anxious after answering the phone.

Lu Zongping didn't want to explain. The book said, go your own way and let others have their say. Although he suspected that this sentence was not used here, he expressed his affirmation of his own personality.

After flipping through more than ten pages of the dictionary, he realized that he had returned to his residence by the same route from the farmland. Lu Zongping had been immersed in thinking before and was unaware of such a long journey. This made the boy feel sad, excellent.

Yun Bei's tradition was unintentionally broken by him. It is very likely that after a while, his powerful and mysterious persona will collapse.

Lu Zongping was full of determination because his personality was somewhat broken.

Lu Zongping:-_-

He was lying on the dining table reading a book. There was a large bookshelf in the lounge, just to the east of the fireplace and against the north wall. Toriel's sofa was on the west side of the fireplace, with an angle facing away. The flame of the fireplace was always burning.

In fact, it's the effect of fire magic. You can even put your hand in it, at least

The firelight was pleasant enough, and there was no frequent flicker. She leaned on the sofa and let the warm and stable firelight illuminate the book in her hand from the side and back. Her eyes were bright and her heart was warm. Toriel spent her underground life with such simple happiness.

Lonely day after day in the ruins.

If the boy's hands were not too small to hold the book comfortably, he should try to lie on the sofa and read, but now he has to sit obediently at the dining table: the dining table is the place where you eat, and you can even smell it.

To the lingering smell of food components, these smells constitute the second sensory experience of reading, and always make Lu Zongping think of it.

The words in front of me are associated with snail pie, butterscotch, strawberry jam and toast. The traces of words twist and turn, while losing their symbolic meaning as information carriers, they also broaden the breadth of the information medium as traces of paintbrushes. The words become

It became the outline of the painting, and the words twisted into pie, bread and refreshing melon.

Lu Zongping closed the dictionary. He was fed up with the torture of his imagination. He planned to go to the bookshelf to pick out other books to read. Moreover, even if he was sitting on the floor and reading, he would not go near the dining table or kitchen again.

He was curious about mysterious magic in his heart. He jumped on the bookshelf, looking at books from the leftmost side of the highest row. They were basically practical books, mostly recipes and agricultural guidance, but also some arts.

There are also some books on travel notes and history, but none of them are directly related to magic.

He pulled out a book called "Ancient Global History: Volume 1" and flipped through it. It was a large tome, as thick as his palm, with more than a thousand pages. It included the history of the earth, monsters and humans, as well as war, magic and technology.

Lu Zongping didn't understand much about these grand narratives, nor was he interested in them. He was just pursuing the fragments of magic. Magic originated in primitive times. By the time of the ancient sage Plato, magic could be widely communicated as a general subject and nourished.

The prosperous Greek civilization and so on.

What disappointed the boy was that the description of magic in the book was more like a romance novel. What about the great mage Archimedes setting up a meteorite summoning array but being destroyed by intruding Roman soldiers midway?

The story about Shrek the Sage turning a human princess into a monster and then getting married was very brief and too sidelined.

What he wants to know is the details of magic, details!

In addition, he also found some mythological books.

In the legends of monsters, there are three sources of origin in the world: nature, magic and craftsmanship.

Legend has it that in mid-summer, the black-throated loon crossed the swamp, landed in front of a big tree, and laid three eggs. The first egg fell from the nest and broke to the ground, and seven days and seven nights flowed from the shell.

Blood, the concepts of life and death were born in blood. The white egg whites flowed to the west, giving birth to snowfields and glaciers, the egg yolks flowed to the east, giving birth to warmth and fire, and the eggshells formed continents and mountains.

Nature hatches from the first egg, and the world is filled with harmony. Magic hatches from the second egg, giving souls to natural creatures. The soul changes the properties of all things. Gold shines because of the noble soul, and mud shines because of the noble soul.

A dull soul stinks.

Memory hatched from the last egg, and from then on, natural animals gained the ability to control appliances and machinery.

Lu Zongping's doubts grew more and more after reading this myth, and he almost scratched his head.

If there are already midsummer, swamps, big trees and the ground in the world, then what are the lands and mountains created by cracked eggshells? Are bird eggs really so powerful? Do nature and magic actually exist? Why are skills only given to animals?

Give power but not to plants and dead things?

After Toriel came back, Lu Zongping couldn't help but ask her all these questions.

After being stunned, Aries was greatly surprised, "My child, you learned to speak so quickly!"
Chapter completed!