“Who are you?” Looking at this guy wearing a black hood, Tenabrous felt extremely uncomfortable first.
The characteristics of biological creatures are sometimes attracted to each other and sometimes rejected each other. As a Sith master who often uses this dress to manipulate his subordinates, Tenabrus is very unhappy at this moment.
“Hello, Sith.” As soon as the man spoke, Tenabrus’ mood became worse. He knew the language spoken by this man. This was the ancient Sith language. In the distant ancient times, when the Sith had not yet become the Force Sect, the dialect of a nation of the Sith race.
This dialect has not been recorded in any database of various civilizations in the Milky Way. Only a few ancient Sithic scriptures were written in code called dark texts. I don’t know if there are more than five of them who know this text, and even fewer people can speak with him.
Tynabrus became uneasy, but the other party seemed to know his origin clearly. Tynabrus searched all over the memory bank, but could not find where the Sith’s inheritance sequence could touch the other party’s traces.
“Uh~ I am a visiting professor at Galaxy Central University. I have seven doctoral degrees and know 252 languages. One hundred and three of them can be used to communicate without barriers without the auxiliary device, but I really can’t understand your dialect.” Tenabrus was stunned for a moment and decided to pretend not to understand first: “Jabba, your partner… is from the countryside?”
“Oh~ Actually, I don’t understand either.” Jabba, the Hut, smiled, grabbed a chain with his nose, and pulled a beautiful Tirek secret in front of him, and licked up and down with his big sticky tongue: “Well, but he thinks… you can understand, uh~ We criminals also pay attention to professional ethics, and we will never ask if we shouldn’t ask. I am only responsible for taking action after the negotiations break down.”
“Well, it’s rare that the Bissman’s high IQ will be foolish.” The man in black turned to republic, with a loud but sharp tone: “But even if you pretend to be foolish, it’s useless, Ruges Nome, I don’t know what you call your so-called Maharaja heritage sequence, but you have to hand over what you found there.”
He turned to Sith and said, “Don’t want to hide it from me! That great force shock, Star Forge! The relic of Maharaja Darth Marak!”
“That’s the Sith’s property.” Tenabrus snorted coldly, and responded in the same Sith’s dark words in a cold tone: “I don’t know where you inherit the branch, but I’m curious, who gave you the courage to shout in front of the Sith’s Sect?”