Feng Lin looked at the high priest in the distance. It turned out that this guy's name was Bonnie.

"I thought it was Ji Guangling who came this time."

Bonnie said expressionlessly.

What she said was in Chinese, very standard.

Feng Lin muttered, "The high priest's foreign language skills are pretty good."

"Haha! Boy, do you know the reason?"

Shang Cang looked at Feng Lin with a smile.

"Study hard, or have good talent, what's the reason?"

Feng Lin spread his hands, and he himself was proficient in many languages.

"What you said is wrong. Anyway, Ji Guangling will tell you what happened over there."

Shang Cang looked at Feng Lin with a smile, "Because Chinese is the official language there."

"official language?"

Feng Lin was amazed. He knew that the side Shang Cang spoke of referred to a different place.

"That's right! Whoever is stronger will have stronger penetration of language and writing. The language of the Yin Yang Crusaders is the same as ours."

Shang Cang explained with a smile, "Of course there are other languages ​​over there, but they will be laughed at by others."

Feng Lin nodded secretly, speaking of it, this is how it is in the outside world.

In terms of language range, English is definitely the strongest.

To put it bluntly, it was Britain that established colonies around the world.

"Shang Cang, let's get down to business. The Holy See has become like this. How are you going to compensate?"

Bonnie's blue eyes gradually became colder.

PS: I’m knocking! Sorry, brothers, I obviously updated it, but I didn’t, so I uploaded it again.
Chapter completed!