Although translating konjac hardly improves combat, for Feng Xue at this time, it is more important than simply improving combat effectiveness.
Although the note contained words that made people murmur, Feng Xue chose to put survival first after confirming that there were no suspicious cuts on the thing.
He lowered his head and put his hands on his cheeks from time to time, making a gesture of thinking. At this time, the redundant part of the towel wrapped around the handcuffs became the best cover.
At this time, Feng Xue felt that she had a feeling of secretly eating snacks in class, but what she faced now was much more exciting than that.
"The taste is good, but there is no seasoning. It will feel strange if you eat it dry..." The knowledge of chef labels in Feng Xue's mind made him subconsciously evaluate the taste of konjac, but he was not so crazy that he took out salt to give the konjac
Adjust seasoning.
After all, labels are power, not curses, and labels given by real people are not like Infinite City, which will disappear if you don't comply.
He was just nibbling on the translation konjac in small mouthfuls. Even though he could understand the Victorian text in the dictionary, he had no intention of stopping at all.
On the one hand, I was worried about whether the effect would be affected if I didn't finish eating it. On the other hand, I also wanted to avoid leaving any traces that would attract the attention of the jailer.
After all, he was probably going to be taken to make illusions every day. If there were too many holes left in the room, it would be easy for him to reveal his true identity. So even though he was about to choke to death, he still resisted the urge to complain, just for the sake of it.
Let there not be an extra bag of salt in this cell.
Colleagues, he is not just eating again, colleagues, he is also writing new word cards.
After getting the translator Konjac, the "setting" of "not understanding Victorian" became an advantage. Because he already believed that he didn't understand, those people would not hide it from him when communicating. This was an information advantage.
Colleagues, he does not need to struggle to find words that may be useful from an entire dictionary using a completely difficult-to-adapt Victorian catalog. Instead, he uses his own will to prepare words that may be useful.
Of course, the degree of this must also be grasped to avoid giving the other party the impression of "How can this guy come up with the right word card every time?"
After a day and a night, everyone around them seems to have a clear understanding of the current situation, and the constant noise like last night has now disappeared.
Although Feng Xue was confident that he could now communicate with these people, he did not immediately try to communicate.
After all, the prison boss dared to keep these people so close because they were unable to communicate effectively. But once he showed his willingness to not communicate with these people, it would be difficult to communicate with them again.
Contacted.
Even if he really wants to rely on these infinite powers, he must do so with certainty, and now he is still one piece short of the puzzle of escaping.
Touching his left rib, Feng Xue yawned and adjusted his body slightly. As he moved his body, the jailer on the other side of the fence really cheered up.
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"?~"
The ringtone of the cell phone rang in the room. Jaston, who was swimming in a sweet dream, opened his eyes dissatisfied, glanced at the clock at one o'clock in the morning, and answered the phone dissatisfied:
"Hello?"
"Oh, my dear brother, I heard you got a batch of good things?"
"?" Jaston's originally sleepy spirit suddenly stirred. He dared to swear on his inheritance that he had never heard such a "gentle" voice from his eldest brother since he was ten years old!
"Brother...brother?" Jaston asked hesitantly, even wondering if this was another new type of phone scam.
"That's right, it's me. My dear brother, are you interested in talking to me, my brother, about business matters?"
Listening to the elder brother's soft and unfamiliar tone, Jeston's offline IQ finally began to slowly rise:
"Which one are you eyeing? I already gave that suit of clothes to my father, and the rest are weapons. Do you plan to upgrade your bodyguard?"
"No, no, no, I'm not interested in those weapons, I mean the crystal!"
"Damn it, doesn't the laboratory claim to be absolutely confidential?" Jeston really woke up completely this time, and then his mind was filled with intense anger.
"Of course, this is a rule. No one is stupid enough to ruin his own job. But my dear brother, have you forgotten that the channels you use belong to the family? So, do you think there is a possibility that the family can go to
Isn't it considered a leak to see the items you commissioned for identification?" The words that made Jeston so angry came from the receiver, but he surprisingly calmed down and said in a calm tone that surprised everyone on the other side of the phone:
"How much do you plan to pay?"
"How about 20 million? This is already a very high price. You know, my father's beloved red wine glass only costs 7 million."
Listening to the quotation coming from the receiver, Jeston suddenly laughed angrily:
"Do you think I'm stupid?"
"Otherwise?" The person on the other side of the receiver had such a thought in his mind, but of course he couldn't say it out loud, so he could only respond in silence. However, after he remained silent, the person on the other side said:
"Leaving aside the inflation over the years, do you think I don't know how much the chandelier in my hometown's ballroom is worth? Twenty million? Hehe, you can find a lighting factory for fun!"
After saying that, Jeston hung up the phone, completely showing no sign of bargaining with his elder brother.
But after thinking about it, he picked up the phone again. After three busy signals, an old voice answered the call:
"Third Young Master, I have gone to bed. If there is nothing important..."
"Erwin, I got a magical item and want to give it to my father." Jeston interrupted the old butler. There was a brief silence on the other side, and then he said:
"Master, the clothes you gave me have arrived today. I am very satisfied with them."
"It's not that one, it's another one, the kind that can replace the main light in the White House Hall." Jeston's tone was very confident, and even the breathing on the other side of the receiver changed slightly.
After a short silence, the other party said:
"Okay, young master, I'll go and notify him right away."
…
Jeston hung up the phone, feeling indescribably relaxed. Although he felt a little sad for his father, the elder brother who treated him as a fool also reminded him of one thing -
Although he seems to be working alone, the channel he uses is the one shared by the whole family. Even if his eldest brother takes away the items he sent for appraisal in the name of the family, he has no way to do it.
With that money printing machine, I will have a steady stream of fantasy objects in the future. Even if I cannot monopolize it, I will at least have an exclusive channel.