Master of Kaidan
Chapter 72 Learning a Foreign Language is Really Important (Seriously)

Chapter 72: Chapter 72 Learning a Foreign Language is Really Important (Seriously)

"The people tortured by those Managers in Infinite City!"

As soon as Feng Xue saw the man seated in the wheelchair, this thought surfaced in her mind, and she immediately quenched the idea of negotiating with him.

Just by looking at him, one could tell what sort of treatment he had endured—unless he was an extreme left-winger, there was absolutely no chance of negotiation.

But if he were an extreme left-winger, he wouldn’t have that look in his eyes, nor would he appear in a place like this.

Feng Xue took a deep breath, casting aside any stroke of luck from her mind. The situation hadn’t deteriorated to the extreme after all. The middle-aged man beside her seemed to hold a status not inferior to the wheelchair-bound man, and even appeared considerably stronger by comparison.

If you were to ask why, it was because the bodyguards were following him, not the wheelchair-bound man who seemed to be more in need of protection.

After entering the prison, the middle-aged man’s gaze had constantly swept over those confined within, but Feng Xue couldn’t detect any malice or hatred in his eyes. Of course, there was none of the perverted gaze that one might give an undressed person of the opposite sex either. It was more a strong sense of greed.

Yes, greed—that feeling was like regarding them as money trees.

But greed was good. Greedy people were easier to deal with. Anyone who played Taiwu Scroll knew that those who asked for money when seeking support were the simplest to handle; it was those who sought favors, experience, or even a sparring match that were troublesome.

Thinking this, Feng Xue instinctively touched the position of her left ribs, then forcibly moved her hand away, enduring the shame and embarrassment welling up inside her as she stood up. Meanwhile, she constantly recited the vocabulary she had reviewed earlier in her mind, aiming to forget the fact that she was undressed.

The voices of the people conversing were like a listening comprehension exercise to Feng Xue’s ears, heavily accented. At this moment, she only regretted not having learned English well in her previous life.

Finally, when the middle-aged man passed by her, chatting and laughing with the aloof wheelchair-bound man, Feng Xue suddenly shouted loudly:

"Love! Encyclopedia Quaternity! Private server!"

"Love! Encyclopedia Quaternity! Private server!"

...

"Dr. Fran, you are definitely the greatest contributor to the Trojan Horse Plan! For the magic items obtained this time, I am willing to give out one-third for your research, and increase the monthly research funding by fifty percent. What do you say we do this again sometime?" the middle-aged man visiting to check the haul was filled with excitement, but Dr. Fran in the wheelchair bluntly replied:

"You previously said you would withdraw funding if this attempt was unsuccessful."

"But we succeeded, didn’t we?" The middle-aged man was a businessman. As long as it brought him profits, nothing else mattered—like his pride, for instance.

Seeing his reaction, Dr. Fran didn’t waste words, simply speaking with his hoarse voice:

"Then let’s do as you said. But these demons are no ordinary beasts; their intelligence is no less than ours, and such experiments can’t be done too often. The next one must be at least half a year away."

"Ah..." Disappointed by the response, the middle-aged man didn’t linger on the topic any further. Instead, he turned his attention back to the prisoners called ’ghosts’:

"By the way, Dr. Fran, do you think these ’ghosts’ have any value for utilization? Do you have any plans to start a project on how to increase the chances of ghosts turning into phantasms after death?"

"Heh..." Dr. Fran was about to dismiss this impractical goal, but upon further consideration, it seemed like a feasible way to torment these demons, so he nodded and said:

"Maybe we can try. But don’t get your hopes up; we have too few experimental samples to sustain a long-term study."

"Didn’t you say that? As long as the person who pushed the door hasn’t returned, that door will remain usable. So many ghosts have come this time, and there will surely be even more coming from that side later. I’ve left two squads of subordinates there to take turns on duty. I dare not speak for the long term, but I can certainly catch a few hundred for you," the middle-aged man spoke with great confidence. However, Fran couldn’t help but sigh internally, "Idiot," before responding,

"Jeston, do you really think a hundred samples are enough to support one research effort?"

"If it’s not enough this time, won’t there be a next time?" Jeston was completely unfazed by Fran’s discouragement, responding optimistically. Fran, on the other hand, said no more; he had already said what needed to be said. If no results were produced in time, the other side would have nothing to say. As for money, what use was it to him now that he had become like this?

Both men, preoccupied with their thoughts, walked through the prison corridor. Fran’s scar-covered face twisted into a ferocious smile as he scanned the discouraged or wrathful faces of the demons. He had planned to select a couple to take back for "research," but suddenly, he heard an unfamiliar shout near his ear!

"I! Encyclopedia four doors! Got private server!"

The same three words kept repeating from the ghost’s mouth. Jeston, for a moment, even wondered if this was some sort of curse from the demons, but quickly, he seemed to discern something and hesitantly said,

"I, Blacksmith, useful? Does he speak Victoria language?"

It was common knowledge that ghosts couldn’t communicate. Although they possessed language, it was entirely different from the existing languages on Earth, with each ghost’s language varying. Additionally, ghosts seemed to vanish easily, so much so that even professional linguists, when confronted with these unique samples, were at a loss.

But now, was there actually a ghost speaking English?

Even though it was just three words, utterly lacking in grammar, the way he was frantically shouting made it seem he was desperately trying to convey his value!

Jeston was delighted on the inside, while Fran furrowed his brow, a glint of killing intent flashed in his one eye, but then he suppressed the impulse to kill the ghost immediately and said,

"It might just be a coincidence. To be safe, it’s probably better to destroy it."

"Can’t we find out if it’s a coincidence or not by trying?" Jeston was not stupid; he was just not adept in research. He clearly knew Fran loathed these ghosts to his bones; naturally, he would not so readily comply with Fran’s words. If this ghost really knew how to curse, why would it willingly allow someone to remove Magic Items from its body? Oh, right, does this ghost have any Magic Items on it?

With that thought, Jeston turned to his bodyguard and said,

"Go ask Kalomi to send over a copy of the video from when they were captured today."

After speaking, he then returned his attention to Feng Xue, asking with a slower pace,

"Can you speak English?"

"Yes-si! Yes-si!"

Okay, although it had a strange accent, it seemed that the other party indeed understood.

While Jeston was contemplating this, he heard the other party suddenly mutter nonstop as if to prove they truly knew the language like,

After straining his ears for a good while, he finally understood what the other party was trying to say—

"The price of a shirt is nine pounds fifteen pennies."

"Have you seen my pencil?"

"My name is Han Meimei!"