One:
When Luo Shuyi woke up, someone was pinching her chin and pouring sober soup.
"If you spit it out again, I'll cut your tongue."
She squinted her eyes and saw a young man in silver robe sitting by the fire in the military tent, with slightly curly brown hair and an arrogant expression.
The system's mechanical voice rang in my mind: "The book was successfully passed through. Identity: Frontier Translator. Mission: Tame the villain Prince Amul to avoid the massacre of the city three years later."
Luo Shuyi grabbed the opponent's wrist with his backhand and responded in Mongolian: "Want to cut out your tongue? Get in line to get a number."
She was surprised by her fluent pronunciation, and then she realized that the golden finger had arrived: a mutual trading space that could load goods and a voice library that could simultaneously translate six languages.
Two:
A secret message was sent from the royal court of Northern Xinjiang: If the translator is killed, the prince can be pardoned.
Amul folded the letter again and again, stuffed it into the furnace and burned it.
"I'm no longer a prince."
The young man pressed the silver wolf-patterned jade pendant he carried into her palm and said, "I'll exchange this for you for a piece of candy."
Luo Shuyi suddenly understood that it was not him who slaughtered the city in the plot, but the lone wolf who had no one to comfort her in her absence.
