Wearing the Rags Chapter 10

Asi looked at the photo left and right, unable to put it down, but also full of doubts.

With her four eyes scrambling to find an angle, she lifted the photo and looked around, still unable to figure out what kind of magic it was.

She rolled her eyes, put down the photo, and said to Byron, "If you teach me this kind of magic, I won't eat you."

magic?

Byron was startled, okay, and thought in a different way, science can also be considered magic.

However, this kind of magic is a bit difficult for him. He can't bring the mobile phone with him!

"Uh..." Byron was embarra**ed. If he could bring his mobile phone, he wouldn't mind taking a photo for her and printing it out for her. But wouldn't he be able to bring his mobile phone?

But looking at Axi's dangerous eyes, Byron didn't dare to tell her the truth.

He scratched his nose and said with a guilty conscience: "I don't know this kind of... advanced magic."

He was not good at physics from junior high school to high school.

Axi: "You don't know how?!"

Byron immediately said: "But I can learn! If you can help me find my parents, or have news about them, I will teach you!"

A Xi was disgusted and doubtful: "Your magic power is so weak, how can you learn high-level magic?"

Byron: "...I, I can copy the spell and give it to you."

Axi: "Copy it?"

Byron: "Yes! It's absolutely detailed and I guarantee you can understand it."

As long as she doesn't find it difficult and starts with small hole imaging, he can buy all relevant textbooks from junior high school to PhD.

Axi's pupils were shocked and shocked, Byron actually had a magic book!

"Can you really copy it?"

"Um."

It's hard to understand that someone so weak in magic could copy a magic book?

Could it be that there are very powerful magicians in his race?

Axi looked at Byron suspiciously. With this appearance and appearance, he knew high-level magic and magic books. He...

It must have something to do with elves!

Axi thought about it, weighed the pros and cons, and decided that before finding out the details of Byron, she might as well take a look. She hummed twice, accepting Byron's statement and no longer mentioned eating him, "Okay."

Byron breathed a sigh of relief.

He hurriedly struck while the iron was hot and distributed the cut-out small photos to each native in the hut one by one. "Come on, as long as there are clues, there will be a thank you gift. Please help me ask other relatives and friends, thank you, thank you."

A small round-headed tribe looked at what she had in her hand, and then looked at what her companion had received. The patterns were different. She looked up at Byron and said, "I want two."

"Okay." Byron picked one printed on photo paper and gave it to her, "This one is sturdy."

The round-headed girl nodded reservedly, happy to get a decorative painting.

The elf mural was too big for her to move, so that was a lot better! It’s beautiful and light, so I put it back in her cave and put it with her dried flowers and herbs!

She happily shared her creativity with her tribe.

Byron froze as he distributed the photos.

But look at the average height of round-headed people, which is more than ten centimeters tall. Isn’t a two-inch photo just...

Nice size mural?

Who knows this sour sense of social life...

He simply couldn't imagine how his parents would go door-to-door asking for his photos one day.

The inspired little guys became more enthusiastic than ever, and they all squeezed for the sturdy photo paper in Byron's hand.

It has a smooth feel and delicate texture, and is smoother and stronger than ordinary gra** blades. The most important thing is, how beautiful it is!

Byron closed his eyes and his heart became ruthless: "Fcuk!"

The little men admired their "paintings" with satisfaction. The only pity was that this beautiful portrait was not of their Round-headed and Puff-tailed tribesmen.

But when I think about it, this painting is not about annoying neighbors, nor other races in the territory, nor the ugly multi-legged and footless people. They instantly regained their balance.

Let the elves be elves!

The elves are also very beautiful!

Soon everyone in the hut had one, and Byron only had ordinary printing paper in his hand.

It was true that the plastic bags of snacks in the box were not brought over, but strangely, the photo paper was successfully brought over.

Byron doesn't understand the principle of this, but who cares, since it is successful, he will bring more photos tomorrow!

Whether they play with it or take it home as a mural, as long as it spreads and allows more and more indigenous people to see the photo, the possibility of him getting clues will increase.

After so many years, he finally had a little hope. Byron didn't want to give up and bought a printer when he got home tomorrow morning.

However, not everyone is interested in paintings. Paintings that cannot be eaten or drunk are much less tempting than food that is always smelling.

After a few minutes of fresh excitement, everyone was staring at the cardboard box that Byron had brought. Axi had already touched the edge of the cardboard box and started rummaging through things while Byron was sending photos.

It was one thing not to eat Byron, but another thing entirely to eat the food he brought.

She immediately dug out the grilled sausage she had tasted last night.

Finally, no spoilers came to snatch her away tonight, and she could happily eat as much as she wanted.

By the time Byron finished sending the photo, Axi had already squatted down and devoured three sausages. He was full and full, exuding comfort.

Byron: ...

Axi lazily showed off the photo: "I will help you promote it."

Byron gritted his teeth: "Okay, thank you."

If you can't afford to offend him, he will tolerate it!

The other natives were also ready to make a move, but due to the lack of Axi's power and the fear that Byron had produced such high-end magic results, they were still waiting patiently.

Byron couldn't tell the strength of their magic, but they could tell Byron.

Although Byron's magical power is only about the same as that of the short-mouthed tribe and the round-headed tribe, Byron is big and strong. If there is a fight, who will suffer the loss?

The way to survive for the weak races is to be alert, run for their lives, and avoid. When encountering someone stronger than them, they will run away if they can, give in if they can, and fight if they can. Especially during the harvest season, food is always in short supply. If there is enough, eat more, grow more, and breed more, so that you can save enough rations to avoid the cold during the white wind season, fight off the robbers who come to steal food and caves, and protect your caves.

What's more, Byron looks like an elf. What if he has elf relatives?

The most important thing is that Byron can carry food from another world!

Races that live in groups must understand long-term development.

Therefore, the Yuantou tribe and the Pengwei tribe jointly launched a representative and took the initiative to negotiate with Byron.

The young representative stood solemnly in front of Byron and began to speak his opening remarks according to their etiquette:

"The elves-like strangers from another world who came from the rift in time and space to seek relatives. The Clara of the Roundhead tribe here represents the hospitable, friendly and united Roundhead tribe who live in underground caves and the people who live in tree holes. The cautious Pufftail greets you, asks your name, and hopes to gain your friendship."

Byron was stunned by the long list of prefixes. After reacting for a while, he quickly squatted down, bent over, and tried to keep eye level with the burly round-headed representative, "Are you asking for my name?"

Clara nodded.

Byron: "My name is Byron."

Clara asked in a friendly manner: "What's your race?"

Byron: "Human beings."

Clara: "Hello, Mr. Byron, human being."

Byron: ...

Although there is nothing wrong with it, it always sounds weird.

Byron: "Just call me Byron. My surname is Xia and my name is Byron."

What does the last name mean? Clara was a little confused and tried to call cautiously: "Mr. Xia?"

Byron: "It's okay to call it that."

Clara couldn't help but look back at his companions. The companions of the two tribes murmured: "How weird!" "Let's call him by his honorific name." "That's how rude it is."

Byron: "...?"

Clara also felt strange and asked, "Can't I call you Mr. Human?"

Byron's head was full of questions: "Ah???"

Clara said seriously: "Otherwise, I'd better call you Mr. from another world, or Mr. from the gap in space."

Byron: ...

Isn't this even weirder? !

Byron: "No, no, no, just call me Byron."

Clara: "No, no, no, how can we call you by your first name? It's so rude."

Byron: "What about Mr. Xia? If that doesn't work, I can just call him Xiao Xia."

Roundheads: "What kind of weird name is Xiaoxia? You will be laughed at if you call me random."

Byron couldn't help but curse, "That's why you call me that!"

But the natives in the hut thought that their name was normal.

"Diplomatic Amba**ador" Clara kindly introduced their name culture to Byron.

Their racial category belongs to the short-lived four-legged tribe among the magical races, and is subdivided into the round-headed tribe. "Yuantou" is both the name of the tribe and a component of the name. For example, his full name is "Magical Tribe" The short-lived four-legged tribe's round-headed tribe's tower."

Because those who can talk are all magical races, and the number of legs can be seen at a glance, so the full name is usually omitted. His respectful name is "Mr. Clara of the Round-Headed Clan".

Foreigners can call him "Yuantou" or "Mr. Yuantou" based on his strength and politeness. Familiar foreigners can also call him "Yuantou Clara" or "Clara".

The tribesmen usually call him by his inner name, which is "Clara", and the affectionate nickname for him by his relatives and friends is also "Clara", but the name is "Clara~Ta~" with a tone.

Byron: "............"

The prefix given to Byron by Clara also has cultural origins.

For example, Axi with four eyes belongs to the multi-eyed tribe, and her full name is "Axi, the long-lived magic tribe, the four-legged tribe, and the multi-eyed tribe."

But unlike the gregarious life of the Roundhead tribe, the adult and sub-adult Domu tribe live alone, so they will also have different titles based on their own experiences.

Usually an honorific.

For example, Miss Axi, if a title is added to express respect and distinction, she can be called "Miss Axi, a young warrior of the Domu tribe who adventures alone in the wilderness of Sterling Silvers and red dragons."

Byron: "............."

This test isn't about titles, it's about memory, right? !

Of course, there are also derogatory names, which are usually very brief. For example, the Domu tribe usually has a name that other ethnic groups will call behind their backs: "Cunning Domu".

Theo is "Cunning Theo".

In view of the fact that Axi himself was present, no one explained this to Byron.

Under the guidance of his new friends, Byron followed the local customs and gave himself a name according to their habits:

"Byron of the people who don't want to talk".

Added to that mess of honorifics, it is "Mr. Byron, a generous and friendly foreigner from a different world who came from the cracks in space to look for relatives like an elf and doesn't want to speak".

Deciding on the name is the first official step in cross-cultural communication.

It is also the first step towards friendly exchanges between (self-proclaimed) representatives of the two worlds.

Byron: "But you can just call me Byron or Mr. Byron."

Clara: "Okay sir, I don't want to talk."

Byron: "...Alright."