Opportunity Had Arrived

The increasingly polite knocking came from the front. Feng Xue gracefully got up, casually tossed the blanket on the bed, glanced at the lunch her secretary had brought, and noticed the slightly strange expression on the secretary's face.

Before he could even think about it, the secretary said in "Zhuyin Yan Country Language":

"Today is a holiday, you can rest for a bit, and we'll continue tomorrow."

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, Feng Xue deliberately feigned surprise, but still nodded, took the plate, and began to eat.

Without a doubt, Jeston isn't the kind of boss who would voluntarily give his employees time off. In other words, the only reason the other party didn't ask him to create the Phantom Object today is that he's in trouble.

This trouble is most likely related to Phantom Object.

"Is it those forces trying to get a share of my profits?" Feng Xue thought to herself as she felt the feedback that the profit had stopped increasing after reaching about twenty shares.

He didn't think that only twenty people in the entire Colombia were qualified to seize benefits from Jeston. The only possibility that this would happen was that those who got the news turned around and blocked its spread, limiting Jeston's access to information about mass-producing Phantom Object to a small circle.

However, someone capable of such a feat probably wouldn't be unaware that others might have already received the news. It's likely that Jeston won't have the opportunity to pull him into creating the Phantom Object in the next few days.

Thinking of this, Feng Xue finally felt a surge of joy; the final piece of the puzzle was finally about to be completed!

"Tap tap tap..."

"Come in." A professional voice rang out as a prison guard entered the office. Looking at the man processing documents, the guard said directly:

"Mr. Smilt, that prisoner you requested to pay special attention to has been speaking in a low voice since just now."

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, Smilt immediately put down the documents in his hand, stood up, and said:

Do you know what he's saying?

"I don't know, the sound was very faint, we could only make out some syllables, but we couldn't understand their language anyway." The prison guard shook his head and added:

"You instructed the boss not to let anyone contact them, so I didn't dare ask."

"Okay, I'll be right there." The secretary picked up her Smart Phone. The boss was currently arguing with Mr. Loken, so she had to go herself.

Smilt's office wasn't exactly close to the prison where Wu was held, but even rushing, he arrived at the heavy iron gate within ten minutes.

Even before the heavy iron door was opened, Smilt could already hear a series of shrill cries coming from behind it. Although he couldn't understand what they were saying, the cries were undoubtedly filled with madness, pain, and resentment.

The prison guard opened the iron gate, his voice immediately rising several notches. Seemingly worried that the secretary might misunderstand their mismanagement, he still spoke up to explain:

"Ever since these guys came in, there have been people screaming every now and then. At first, it was just one or two people, and they would stop when they got tired. But since this morning, there have been more and more people screaming, and since the afternoon, they haven't stopped at all."

Smilt wasn't too surprised by this situation. As Jeston's protégé, he knew some information about the "ghosts," including that they would disappear after being imprisoned for a period of time. He also knew that almost every ghost would go into a hysterical frenzy before disappearing. He had heard about this when he delivered food to Fengxue before, but it wasn't as exaggerated as it was now.

Compared to this meaningless noise, he now only cared about what the man who could produce Magical Item was muttering.

But when he arrived at Feng Xue's cell, he found that the situation was not what he had imagined.

At this moment, Feng Xue was no different from usual. He was wrapped in a blanket and sitting on the bed with his knees drawn up to his chest, with the dictionary on his lap. However, unlike usual, he did not seem to be copying word cards today.

However, Feng Xue's chanting was neither the hysterical or resentful murmur he had imagined, nor did it seem like a prelude to casting some kind of magic.

He was simply holding the Yan-Victorian Dictionary, making sounds that weren't too loud, but weren't quiet either; it was just hard to hear in the noisy environment around him.

Amidst this cacophony of mad, ear-piercing screams, Feng Xue's tranquility and ease seemed utterly out of place, like a philosopher among a group of villains.

"Bang, bang, bang." Under Feng Xue's peculiar aura, Smilt couldn't help but soften his movements, gently tapping the fence, making a sound that, though not loud, could at least be heard in the noisy environment. After several times, Feng Xue finally raised her head.

Upon noticing Smilt, he stopped reciting and slowly picked up the chains of his shackles, placing his legs and shackles together on the edge of the bed. Because of the shackles, he didn't wear the high-end leather shoes that had been delivered with his clothes the day before, but instead wore the Prison Shoes that had been delivered with his prison uniform, making his wrinkled tuxedo look even more bizarre.

"What is it?" The exchange remained a non-grammatical, word-based affair, but the secretary noticed that the other person's pronunciation seemed a little more accurate. However, he suppressed this question for the moment and directly asked the purpose of the visit:

"What did you say in the corner earlier?"

Feng Xue's answer, however, surprised Smilt, yet it made perfect sense.

I am learning Victorian.

At this point, Feng Xue turned around, picked up the dictionary on the stall, pointed to the grammar page as an appendix, flipped through a few more pages at random, and pointed to the phonetic symbols after the words, saying:

"I know a little about phonetics."

"I see." Smilt glanced at the cell behind Feng Xue, but saw nothing unusual, so he stopped suspecting anything. As for the inspection, he could do it later when he went to create the Magical Item; there was no need to search it now, as that would be risky and likely to displease the other party.

Not to mention, although the boss isn't very bright, he's still a bit suspicious. I already crossed the line by using translation software to contact him today, and if I were to have too much contact with him and arouse his suspicion, it wouldn't be good.

Having figured this out, the secretary said no more, simply nodding and using machine translation software to say:

"In that case, I'll take my leave. If you need anything, the jailer can find me."

Watching the secretary leave, Feng Xue dragged her heavy shackles back to the bed, leaned against the wall, and began to mutter to herself.

However, no one noticed that between his recitations of Victorian, he would suddenly utter incomprehensible syllables, and that there was a small indentation where his bed met the wall...