Master of Kaidan
Chapter 74 Jeston Wants to Make Big Money

Chapter 74: Chapter 74 Jeston Wants to Make Big Money

Jeston was born into a wealthy family from the Columbia Federation, with two older brothers who had made substantial achievements in the business and political worlds. Unlike them, he had only ever truly excelled at play. Although he had also wanted to make a mark for himself, regrettably, at least within the areas he had ventured into so far, there wasn’t one that suited him.

Later on, he grew accustomed to his own mediocrity, investing the start-up capital provided by his family in some industries, and escaped the elite dwellings that made him uncomfortable.

However, no matter how you look at it, as someone who had lived among the upper-class society for many years, he was privy to many secrets unknown to the ordinary person, like ghosts, Divine Hiders, and Magic Items.

It was precisely this knowledge that, when he encountered Fran—blind and with broken legs, lying by the roadside—he did not dismiss him as a mere lunatic. Instead, he believed in his "plan to harvest a large number of Magic Items," which later became the most intelligent investment of his life.

Now, that "most" might be about to be displaced.

...

Watching Jeston’s continuously changing expressions, Feng Xue felt relieved—it seemed he would be safe for a while.

Although she still had a contingency plan for "not living," the reason she hadn’t activated it immediately was that it wasn’t so reliable.

In fact, if she had directly asked for something like an Intelligent machine or translation software, she could have started Communication earlier, but she didn’t know how to say words like mobile phone or translator in Victoria language. She could speak the word "Intel," but she worried that talking only about the internet might arouse his suspicion.

Even though she wanted him to think of that, the man fiddled with his phone unsuccessfully for quite a while and hadn’t thought to use a translation app—of course, it might also be that people like him, unlike those from the Yan Country, didn’t often encounter foreign languages? So he hadn’t thought of it immediately?

However, a dictionary also had its benefits. After all, if the dictionary was in her hands, wouldn’t that solve the headache of not having a bottom plate for recasting?

...

"Boss, bought them! One Victoria-Yan dictionary, one Yan-Victoria dictionary!" After waiting for about half an hour, the man was getting impatient when the previously dispatched Bodyguard finally rushed back, holding two large tomes like bricks. Although there was no visible sweat, the slightly labored breathing suggested it wasn’t an easy task.

But the gentleman clearly had no intention of empathizing with his subordinate. He snatched the dictionaries eagerly, without even thinking about it handed both to Feng Xue. His logic was simple: if the other party could do it, why should he bother?

Feng Xue wasn’t surprised by his attitude. Taking the dictionaries, she immediately began to search through them. However, the words she chose first were not about her abilities but two other words—

"Paper? Pen?"

As Feng Xue pointed back and forth between the two pages, Jeston waved at someone next to him. Although the white-coated ones had left with Fran, his secretary swiftly brought over paper and a pen.

Communication became much simpler with paper and pen. Despite the fact that Feng Xue’s copied words were almost completely devoid of any grammar, after a great deal of patience and time, Jeston still left the Prison with an excited expression.

...

Stepping out of the slightly claustrophobic prison corridor, Jeston excitedly rubbed his hands together. Although she had used excuses such as "requiring certain conditions," "not knowing how to express," and "needing time to find the words" to avoid an immediate demonstration, Jeston’s instincts told him she probably hadn’t lied.

Or rather, even if she had lied, there was still the matter of that box of missing Magic Items to fall back on.

That was Magic Items!

Even among the upper-class society, those were quite coveted collectibles.

Even the most useless trinket could fetch a few thousand dollars on the black market. If it had some special function, the price could increase tenfold.

For example, his father owned a goblet that could automatically produce red wine. Jeston thought the wine that flowed from that glass could hardly compare e to even the industrial-produced swill, yet the old man had shelled out over seven million dollars for it. That was enough to buy a decent vineyard!

Yet nobody in their circle thought it was a waste. On the contrary, the old man always boasted about it at every gathering, and the rich who were tired of expensive wines vied for a sip from the glass as if it were a miraculous elixir capable of extending life.

But those were merely trinkets for show. The truly valuable were the clothing Magic Items.

Even without any extraordinary functions, the durability of these clothes made them surpass almost all soft Bullet-Proof Vests on the market. A small vest, even an ill-fitting one, could easily sell for over a hundred million dollars!

And now, he had gotten one!

And a complete set, at that!

As Jeston strode forward, unmindful of anyone else, pondering whether to gift the white robes to his father for a reward or to wear them for protection himself, a figure blocked his way to the office.

To be precise, it was a wheelchair.

"Oh, Fran, our great contributor, I thought by now you’d be in the lab!"

Jeston spread his arms, a "genuine" smile on his face, but Fran’s face was tense as he said:

"Mr. Jeston, those Demons are extremely Dangerous creatures. Even without Magic Items, they have all sorts of inconceivable methods. Trust me, no one knows this better than I do!"

As he spoke, the muscles on Fran’s face began to tremble violently, and the writhing scars made his expression all the more ferocious.

"I know, so I don’t plan on taking any unnecessary risks," Jeston replied with a smile, waving his hand. Having dealt with Fran for so long, he knew how to interact with this psychologically Twisted person:

"If he really can bring us profit, he’ll just be livestock for us, not a partner. Am I right?"

"It’s good you think that way. After all, no benefit is worth more than your own life, am I right?" Fran responded, his tone slightly threatening.

Listening to Fran’s menacing retort, a flash of displeasure crossed Jeston’s eyes, but he still smiled and said:

"Of course, my friend. Are you interested in him? Of course, I don’t mean dissection—my point is, if you can figure out how to make those things, even if we had to dissect him, I wouldn’t mind."

"I’ll do my best!" The twisted expression on Fran’s face softened slightly, and as the wheelchair motor whirred, he too disappeared into the shadows of the hallway.