The more polite knocking sound came from the front. Feng Xue stood up gracefully, threw the blanket on the bed, glanced at the lunch delivered by the secretary, but noticed the slightly strange expression on the other person's face.
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Before he could think about it, the secretary said in "Photoichi Mandarin":
"Today, holiday, you can rest, a moment, and continue tomorrow."
"Oh?" Feng Xue deliberately showed a look of surprise when she heard this, but she nodded, took the plate and started eating.
There is no doubt that Jeston is not the kind of boss who will take the initiative to take a vacation to employees. In other words, the only reason why the other party did not ask himself to make illusions today was that he was in trouble.
And this trouble is most likely related to illusion.
"Are those who try to get a piece of the pie from me?" Feeling the feedback that he stopped moving after rising to about twenty shares, Feng Xue thought silently.
He didn't think that only twenty people in Colombia were qualified to seize profits from Jeston. The only possibility of this would be that those who received the news, in turn, cut off the spread of the news, allowing Jess to
I got the news that mass-produced illusions were limited to a small circle.
However, those who can do this should not have expected that others might have received the news. Jeston may not have the chance to pull him into making illusions in recent days.
Thinking of this, Feng Xue finally felt a hint of joy in her heart, and the final puzzle was finally completed!
...
“Tu tu tu tu…”
"Please come in." As professional voices came, a prison guard walked into the office. Looking at the man who was processing the documents, the prison guard said directly:
"Mr. Smith, the prisoner you asked for attention, kept silent from the beginning."
"Oh?" Smilt immediately put down the documents in his hand and stood up and said:
"Do you know what he is talking about?"
"I don't know, the sound is very small, and I can only hear some syllables, but we couldn't understand the language of those people." The prison guard shook his head and added:
"You have explained to the boss, otherwise people will contact them, so I didn't dare to ask."
"I know, I'll go there now." The secretary picked up the smartphone. The boss was now arguing with Mr. Loken, so he had to go by himself.
Smilt's office was not too close to the prison where he was imprisoned, but he quickly arrived in front of the thick iron gate within ten minutes.
Even before the thick iron door was opened, Smilt had heard a shrill cry from behind the door. Although he couldn't understand what he was saying, the voice was undoubtedly full of madness, pain and resentment.
When the prison guard opened the iron door, his voice suddenly increased several levels. He seemed to be worried that the secretary would misunderstand that they were not managing properly, so he still explained:
"From the day these guys came in, people would scream from time to time, starting with one or two, and they would stop when they were tired. However, from this morning, more and more people would scream, and they stopped in the afternoon.
No stops."
Smilt was not surprised by this situation. As Jeston's direct descendant, he knew some information about "ghosts", which naturally included the things that they would disappear after being detained for a period of time. Of course, it was also
I know that before every ghost disappears, he will enter a state of hysteria and madness. He has not heard of it when he delivered food to Fengxue before, but it is not as exaggerated as it is now.
Compared to this meaningless noise, he only cares about what the gentleman who can produce magical objects is muttering.
But when he walked to Feng Xue's cell, he found that the situation was different from what he imagined.
At this time, Feng Xue was no different from usual. She was wrapped in a blanket and sat on the bed with her knees. She placed the dictionary on her knees. But unlike in the past, he did not seem to copy words today.
card.
However, Feng Xue's chanting was not the hysterical or resentful murmur he imagined, nor was it like a pre-spoken chanting that he was preparing to perform some magic.
He just held the Yanwei dictionary and kept making a sound that was not too loud but not small. It was just in the noisy environment around him, which was hard to hear clearly.
Amid such a pile of harsh roars that seemed like madness, Feng Xue's tranquility and leisure seemed so out of place, as if a philosopher had been mixed in among a group of evil men.
"Bang bang bang bang." Under Feng Xue's strange temperament, Smilt couldn't help but take a light action and gently tapped the fence, which emitted a small, but at least it could be heard in a noisy environment.
After several consecutive times, Feng Xue finally raised her head.
After noticing Smilt, he stopped reciting, slowly picked up the chains of the shackles, put his legs and shackles on the edge of the bed. Because of the shackles, he did not wear them yesterday and
The high-end leather shoes he brought with him were on the prison shoes he brought with him with his prison uniform, which made his wrinkled dress even more weird.
"What, what, what?" It was still a word-like communication without any grammar, but the secretary noticed that the other party's pronunciation seemed to be a little more accurate, but he suppressed this question for the time being and asked directly what he wanted to do this time:
"What did you say in the corner before?"
But what Feng Xue gave was an answer that surprised Smilt but was reasonable—
"I'm, learning, Victorian."
Speaking of this, Feng Xue turned around, picked up the dictionary placed on the stall, pointed to the grammar page as an appendix, and then turned a few pages, pointing to the phonetic symbol after the word:
"I know a little bit of phonetic symbol."
"So that's it." Smilt looked at the cell behind Feng Xue. He did not see any abnormalities, so he no longer doubted too much. As for the inspection, he would just check it when he went to create magical items later.
There is no need to go in and search now, as it will be risky and can easily cause dissatisfaction from the other party.
Not to mention, although the boss is not very smart, he is a little suspicious after all. He has been a little bit out of line when he contacts him with translation software today. If too much contact causes suspicion, it will be not good after all.
After figuring out these things, the secretary stopped talking, just nodded and flipped through the software using the machine:
"Since that's the case, I'll say goodbye first. If you have any instructions, you can ask the jailer to find me."
...
Seeing the secretary leave, Feng Xue dragged his heavy shackles back to the bed, continued to lean against the wall, and began to mutter.
However, no one noticed that during the intervals when he recited Victorian, some incomprehensible syllables suddenly popped up, and there was a small depression at the connection between his bed and the wall...