The next day...
"Are we heading straight to the mine, or what?" Lupin asked from across the hotel restaurant table.
"No rush, we..."
Munch, munch, munch...
"First, we'll go to the Muggles' crystal market."
Munch, munch, munch...
"If they don't have it, we'll go to Uruguay's wizarding market."
Munch, munch, munch...
"And if neither place has it, then it won't be too late to check the mine."
"All right, but what about the language problem...?"
"I couldn't sleep last night, so I went home and dug out my college Spanish textbooks. I should be able to communicate normally now." As he spoke, Kayson waved over a passing restaurant server.
"Uh... another... one, please. The sparkling wine... sealed in glass, frozen, and confined."
Close enough. This was probably how foreigners felt reading the letters they helped Li Hua write.
Before long, a bottle of champagne arrived with an ice bucket.
Kayson poured two glasses and clinked one against Lupin's. "To successfully finding that crystal!"
"But Kayson, we haven't succeeded yet."
"What's the problem with that? We're just celebrating early. What's wrong with it?"
The two looked at each other...
Fair enough. Drink!
Soon, they left the hotel and got into a taxi. Kayson immediately began showing off his language skills. "Oh... good morning, esteemed sir. May I ask whether you could take us to the most famous crystal trading center in your fine city? I will attach the proper value to your labor."
"You can speak English... And your Spanish is pretty good too, little Shakespeare," the driver said faintly as he started the car.
Sitting beside him, Lupin watched Kayson's originally fair, clean face gradually turn red. He discreetly pulled out his wand and began examining him.
Kayson's current state really was rather alarming, almost like someone afflicted by the