Classic Rich-Family Drama

Although Translation Konjac has almost no effect on combat, it is more important to Feng Xue at this moment than simply increasing her Combat Power.

Although the notes contained words that made people uneasy, after confirming that there were no suspicious cuts on the thing, Feng Xue chose to prioritize survival.

He kept his head down, occasionally touching his cheek with his hand as if deep in thought, and at that moment, the excess part of the towel wrapped around the handcuffs became the best cover.

At this moment, Feng Xue felt a bit like she used to sneak snacks during class back then, except that what she was facing now was much more exciting than that.

"The texture is good, but it's not seasoned, so it tastes strange to eat it dry..." Feng Xue's knowledge as a Tag made him subconsciously evaluate the taste of the konjac, but he wasn't crazy enough to take out salt to season it.

Ultimately, the Tag is power, not a curse, and unlike the Infinite City, the Tag given by a real person won't disappear if you don't follow it.

He was just taking small bites of the Translation Konjac, and even though he could already understand the Victoria text in the dictionary, he showed no sign of stopping.

Firstly, they were worried that not finishing the food might affect its effectiveness; secondly, they wanted to avoid leaving any residue that might attract the attention of the jailers.

Ultimately, he would probably be taken to make Phantom Object every day from now on. If too many flaws were left in the room, it would be easy to be exposed. So even though he was about to burst, he forcibly suppressed the urge to complain, just to prevent an extra bag of salt from ending up in the cell.

Of course, he wasn't just eating; he was also writing new word cards.

After obtaining the Translation Konjac, the "setup" of "not understanding Victoria language" became an advantage, because it was already believed that he couldn't understand it, so those people wouldn't hide their communication from him, which was an advantage in terms of information.

At the same time, he doesn't need to painstakingly search through an entire dictionary with a completely incomprehensible Victorian catalog for every potentially useful word; instead, he can prepare the words he might need based on his own will.

Of course, it's important to strike a balance to avoid giving the other person the impression that "this guy always manages to pull out the right flashcards."

After a day and a night, the surrounding creatures seemed to have a clear understanding of the current situation, and the constant chatter of the previous night had disappeared.

Although Feng Xue was confident that he could now communicate with these non-contact beings, he did not immediately attempt to do so.

Ultimately, the reason the prison owner dared to keep this group of unrelated people so close was because they were also unable to communicate effectively. However, once he showed a willingness to communicate with these people, it would probably be very difficult to have any further contact with them.

Even if he were to rely on the power of the void, it would have to be under certain circumstances, and right now, he was still missing one piece of the puzzle to escape.

Touching his left rib, Feng Xue yawned and slightly adjusted his posture. As he moved, the jailer on the other side of the fence also perked up.

"~"

The phone rang in the room. Jeston, lost in a sweet dream, opened his eyes with displeasure, glanced at the 1 a. m. clock, and answered the call with annoyance:

"Hello?"

"Oh, my dear brother, I heard you've acquired some good stuff?"

"?" Jeston's drowsy mind suddenly jolted awake. He could swear on his inheritance that he had never heard his older brother's voice so "gentle" since he was ten years old!

"Big... Big Brother?" Jeston asked hesitantly, even wondering if this was another new type of phone scam.

"Yes, it's me, my dear brother. Would you be interested in discussing business matters with your older brother?"

Hearing his older brother's gentle yet somewhat unfamiliar tone, Jeston's offline intelligence finally began to slowly return:

"Which one have you got your eye on? I've already given that outfit to my father. The rest are all weapons. Are you planning to upgrade your bodyguard?"

"No, no, no, I'm not interested in those weapons, I'm referring to the crystal!"

"Damn it, isn't the testing institute supposed to be absolutely confidential?" This time, Jeston was truly awake, and his mind was immediately filled with intense anger.

"Of course, that's the rule. No one's stupid enough to jeopardize their own livelihood. But my dear brother, have you forgotten that the channels you used were family-run? So, do you think it's possible that the family checking the items you commissioned for appraisal wouldn't be considered a breach of confidentiality?" The words that ignited Jeston's anger came through the receiver, but he remained surprisingly calm, speaking in a tone that astonished even the person on the other end of the line:

How much are you planning to offer?

"20 million, how about that? That's already a very high price. You know, Father's beloved wine glass only cost 7 million."

Hearing the quote coming through the receiver, Jeston was both angry and amused:

Do you think I'm stupid?

"What else?" This thought crossed the person on the other end of the line, but of course he couldn't say it aloud, so he remained silent. However, while he was silent, the person on the other end spoke up:

"Putting aside inflation over the years, do you think I don't know how much the chandelier in the dance hall back home is worth? Twenty million? Ha, go find a lighting factory and spend it like that!"

After saying that, Jeston hung up the phone without giving his older brother any chance to negotiate.

But after thinking for a moment, he picked up his phone again. After three busy signals, a somewhat aged voice answered the call:

"Third Young Master, Master is already asleep. Unless it's something important..."

"Irwin, I've acquired a Magical Item and want to give it to Father." Jeston interrupted the old butler, after a brief silence, before continuing:

"Young Master, the clothes you sent arrived today, and the Master is very satisfied."

"Not that one, it's something else, the kind that can get a new main light in the Whitehouse Hall." Jeston's tone was very confident, and even the breathing on the other end of the line changed slightly.

After a brief silence, the other party finally spoke:

"Yes, Young Master, I'll go and inform the master right away."

Jeston hung up the phone, feeling inexplicably relieved. Although he felt a pang of regret giving the money to his father, his older brother, who treated him like a fool, had reminded him of something—

Although he seemed to be working independently, he was ultimately using the same channels that the whole family shared. Even if his older brother took away the items he sent for appraisal in the name of the family, he couldn't do anything about it.

With that Money Printer, I'll have a constant stream of Magical Item. Even if I can't have them all to myself, I'll at least have a dedicated channel for them.