Kafka had a way with words. In just a few sentences, she convinced the old man that she was an interstellar merchant.
The native old man jabbered away at Kafka, and Chu Mu couldn't understand a word.
Then Silver Wolf stuck a patch behind his ear.
In an instant, Chu Mu understood the old man's language.
His ears still heard the same jabbering, but his mind could directly grasp everything it meant.
Silver Wolf said coolly:
"This is a Synesthesia Beacon issued by the Interastral Peace Corporation. It converts all body movements and sound waves into thought pulses and transmits them. That way, you can understand him, and he can understand you. Only one side needs to carry the device.
"Yours is just the basic version. The advanced version can even interpret flashing light signals and scent information, allowing communication between species."
"The Corporation's technology is really impressive," Chu Mu couldn't help remarking.
"What technological prowess could a bunch of profit-obsessed merchants possibly have? You should be saying the Corporation is really rich." Silver Wolf's tone was mocking. "They paid to monopolize this technology, and they still have to pay the inventor hefty patent royalties every year."
Hearing that, Chu Mu asked:
"You don't seem to like the Corporation much. Is it because of the wanted notice?"
"I'm not wanted yet, though I'm certainly working toward it." Silver Wolf shook her head and sighed. "If you'd seen how the Corporation operates firsthand, you'd understand why I dislike them."
Chu Mu grew thoughtful.
Just then, something the old man said caught his attention:
"There's something I need to warn you about. That child you brought with you-please ask him not to wear that strip of black cloth. Around here, it's a symbol of a certain forbidden cult."
The old man paused,