Learning a Foreign Language Really Is Important (For Real)
"Someone who was tortured by the administrators of the Infinite City!"
The moment Feng Xue saw the man in the Wheelchair, this thought flashed through her mind, and she immediately abandoned the idea of negotiating with him.
You can tell from his appearance what kind of treatment he has received. Unless he is an extreme leftist, there is absolutely no chance of negotiation.
However, even an extreme leftist wouldn't show such an expression, much less appear in a place like this.
Feng Xue took a deep breath, completely casting aside any lingering hope in her heart. However, the situation wasn't quite as bad as it seemed, because the middle-aged man next to her appeared to be of a status no lower than the one in the Wheelchair, and perhaps even slightly higher.
The reason is that several bodyguards were with him, instead of the Wheelchair person who needed more protection.
After entering the prison, this person's gaze kept sweeping over the bodies of the naked men in the prison. However, Feng Xue did not see any malice or hatred in his eyes, nor did she see the perverted feeling one gets when looking at naked men. Instead, she saw a strong sense of greed.
Yes, it was greed. It felt like they were being treated like a money tree.
However, greed is good. Greedy people are easy to befriend. Anyone who has played the Taikoo Scroll knows that when you're trying to get support, those who ask you for money are the easiest to get. The troublesome ones are those who ask for favors, trials, or even want to spar with you.
Thinking of this, Feng Xue instinctively touched her left rib area, then forcibly moved her hand away, suppressing the shame and embarrassment in her heart as she stood up, repeatedly recalling the words she had prepared earlier in her mind, in order to make herself forget the fact that she was not wearing clothes.
The sounds of the group talking to Feng Xue were like listening comprehension questions with accents. At this moment, he only regretted why he hadn't studied English properly in his previous life.
Finally, as the man and the cold, Wheelchair man passed by, chatting and laughing, Feng Xue suddenly shouted:
"Love! Encyclopedia of four subjects! And there are custom outfits!"
"Love! Encyclopedia of four subjects! And there are custom outfits!"
"Dr. Fran, you are absolutely the greatest contributor to the Trojan Horse Plan! I'm willing to give you one-third of the Magical Item we obtained this time for research, and also increase your monthly research funding by fifty percent. When do you think we should do it again?" The middle-aged man who came to inspect the spoils was full of excitement, but Dr. Fran, sitting in his Wheelchair, said without any politeness:
"You said before that if this doesn't work out, you'll withdraw your investment."
"Isn't this a success?" The middle-aged man was a businessman; as long as it brought him profit, he didn't care about saving face at all!
Seeing his reaction, Dr. Fran didn't waste any words, but simply said in his dry voice:
"Then let's do it your way. But those demons aren't ordinary beasts; their intelligence is no less than yours or mine. We can't do these experiments too frequently. We should wait at least six months between them."
"Ah..." The middle-aged man was somewhat disappointed upon hearing this, but knowing the principle of specialization, he didn't dwell on the matter further. Instead, he turned his attention to the wicked people in the prison.
"By the way, Dr. Fran, do you think these 'ghosts' have any use? Have you considered starting a project to research how to increase the chances of ghosts turning into Phantom Object after death?"
"Heh..." Dr. Fran initially wanted to reject this unrealistic goal, but upon closer examination, it seemed to be a reasonable way to torture these demons, so he nodded and said:
"Perhaps we can give it a try, but don't get your hopes up too high. After all, the experimental sample size is too small to sustain long-term research."
"Didn't you say that as long as the person who opened the door doesn't return, that door will remain usable? So many ghosts came this time, and there will definitely be more coming from that direction. I've left two squadrons of men there to rotate shifts. I can't say for sure in the long term, but I can definitely capture a few hundred." The middle-aged man said confidently. Fran, however, inwardly sighed, "Fool," before speaking:
"Jeston, do you really think a hundred samples are enough to support a research study?"
"If this isn't enough, there's always next time, right?" Jeston was completely unfazed by Fran's dampening of his enthusiasm and said optimistically. Fran didn't say anything more; he'd said what needed to be said. If there were no results, the other party wouldn't have anything to say. As for money, what use was money to him in this state?
The two walked through the prison corridor, each lost in their own thoughts. Fran glanced at the dejected or furious demons, a sinister and twisted smile spreading across his scarred face. He glanced at them briefly, preparing to select two to take back for "study," when he suddenly heard an unfamiliar shout in his ear!
"Love! Encyclopedia of four subjects! And there are custom outfits!"
The three repeated words came from the mouth of the "ghost," and for a moment, Jeston even wondered if it was a demonic curse. But soon, he seemed to grasp the meaning and said hesitantly:
"Me, a blacksmith, useful? He speaks Victorian?"
As is well known, ghosts cannot communicate. Although they possess a language, it is completely different from the languages existing on Earth. In fact, each ghost's language is different. Furthermore, ghosts seem to disappear very easily, so much so that even professional linguists can only scratch their heads when faced with these rare specimens.
But now, there's a ghost speaking English?
Although it was just three words and completely lacked grammar, judging from the way he was shouting it out, he was clearly trying to assert his worth!
Jeston was secretly delighted, but Fran frowned, a murderous glint flashing in his single eye. He suppressed the urge to kill Jesston immediately and spoke:
"It might just be a coincidence, but to be on the safe side, it's best to destroy it."
"Why don't we try and see if it's just a coincidence?" Jeston wasn't an expert in this field, but he wasn't stupid. He knew Fran hated these ghosts to the core, so of course he wouldn't just listen to what the other party said. If this ghost really could curse, why would it willingly have its Magical Item removed? Hmm, right, does this ghost have any Magical Item on it?
Thinking of this, Jeston said to the bodyguard behind him:
"Go and have Calomi send over a copy of the video footage of them being captured today."
After speaking, he turned his attention back to Feng Xue and asked in a slower tone:
Can you speak English?
"Hiss! Hiss!"
Okay, although the accent is a bit strange, it seems the other person really does know how.
Just as Jeston was thinking this, he heard the other person suddenly start muttering to himself, as if to prove that he really could do it.
After listening intently for quite some time, he finally understood what the other person meant.
The shirt costs 9 pounds 15 pence.
Have you seen my pencil?
My name is Han Meimei!