Master of Kaidan
Chapter 78: Chicken Tonight

Chapter 78: Chapter 78: Chicken Tonight

"Can you still make them?" a stiff Chinese translation emerged from Jeston’s phone, and a fatigued Feng Xue immediately shook her head before raising a finger and speaking in an unintelligible Yan Country dialect thick with accent, which even Google couldn’t recognize.

Feng Xue was not incapable of speaking Mandarin—in fact, her Mandarin was much more standard than her dialect—but she was well aware that the more difficult she made it to communicate, the more at ease Jeston would feel.

This was just like the fact that she had never mentioned wanting to learn Victoria’s language from the beginning.

Seeing Feng Xue shaking her head so vigorously, Jeston felt a sense of urgency. It was like having a hen that laid golden eggs which excited him greatly, but not knowing when it would lay again made him unavoidably nervous.

He tried to communicate with Feng Xue using Google Translate, but Feng Xue kept repeating strange phrases in her dialect and constantly searched through her word cards. Finding none that fit, she started flipping through a dictionary.

Seeing him equally flustered, Jeston guessed there must be some kind of production limit, so he adjusted his question.

"How long do you need to prepare before you can do it again?"

Although it was still a stiff machine translation, there was no ambiguity. Feng Xue raised a finger and pointed to her head, then pulled out a card from her word cards that read "Cost," and then she took out another two that read "Rest" and "Accumulate."

"So, you personally need rest and need to accumulate some sort of cost?"

Jeston pondered for a moment, reaching this conclusion, and Feng Xue, listening to the jumbled machine translation, also gave a confirming answer.

"What is the cost?"

When she heard this sentence, which was understandable even without translation, Feng Xue pushed down her thoughts of "all this," and took out a card that read "Food."

"Food? You need to eat something to recover? Just ordinary food?" Jeston looked at Feng Xue somewhat incredulously, as if he had seen a hen that only needed ordinary feed to lay golden eggs...

...

"Jeston, hand him over to me, and you’ll get what you want." Watching Feng Xue being led away again by the prison guard, Fran spoke grimly to his business partner, but Jeston was not in the mood to pay any attention to Fran, as he played with a not-so-large crystal in his hand, seemingly contemplating how much profit this little darling could bring him.

However, Fran’s incessant chatter eventually disrupted his mood; he momentarily gripped the crystal, then turned around, and looked solemnly at Fran:

"My old buddy, don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to, but remember, I’m the boss!"

"But all demons are harmful! Letting him run free, you’ll regret it!"

"That’s why I’ve still got that money printer in the prison! Oh, damn, why didn’t I follow the example of those peers of mine, creating a luxury single cell tailored for the wealthy!" Jeston responded to Fran with exaggerated gestures. Seeing this, Fran’s remaining eyelid twitched, and he immediately turned his wheelchair, ready to leave.

Jeston was unconcerned; he held the glowing crystal up high, appreciating its not-so-beautiful internal structure against the light. He then suddenly reacted as if he’d just realized something, shaking his head:

"But old buddy, you’re also right."

"Squeak—" The sound of the wheelchair’s motor let out a faint noise, and Fran paused slightly, but immediately afterward, Jeston, smiling, said:

"Now, I’ve got to give this little treasure a check-up. Hmm, just to make sure it’s safe, right?"

"Hmph!"

Fran’s figure disappeared into the room, and Jeston held back his smile and waved to the bodyguard beside him,

"Keep an eye on her with two others. Besides ’family members,’ prevent anyone who approaches Mr. Han Meimei, no matter who they are. You understand what I mean?"

"Okay, boss." The bodyguard nodded with an "I understand" look, turned, and left. Jeston then resumed his smile, continuing to admire his treasure—

Of course, just as he had mentioned, even for magic items, they had to be tested before he could confidently sell them, and his family just happened to know a specific channel to identify the dangers of these things.

...

Led by the prison guard, Feng Xue returned to his cell, just as he thought, the prison guards did not remove his handcuffs and leg irons.

However, under Feng Xue’s simple word communication, they brought him several towels and a thin blanket.

He wrapped the towels around the leg irons and handcuffs, making the parts touching his wrists no longer cause injuries, then sat at the edge of the bed wrapped in the blanket, holding a dictionary, flipping through it while copying down useful words he came across.

In the eyes of the prison guards and surveillance, he was indeed doing just that, but in reality, Feng Xue was checking the seemingly deceitful "Money Printer" label.

Then he realized that this thing was not only deceitful to look at but also practically useless. The only knowledge he could obtain from this label was what kind of force to use to strike the lead plates to print money more beautifully.

But labels, apart from knowledge, have another value, which lies in their attributes.

After ignoring attributes like "Tool", and "Electrical Appliance" which are meaningless to living beings, two attributes caught Feng Xue’s attention, one was "Manufacturing," and the other was "Treasure."

The "Manufacturing" attribute goes without saying, just by existing, it would allow Feng Xue to receive overall enhancement in production-related tasks, in terms of precision, efficiency, and stability, all of which would be amplified. The "Treasure" attribute was even more interesting—

It could enhance the senses of others.

Simply put, it made Feng Xue more popular.

However, unfortunately, because the labels given by real people were weak in their cognitive strength, the intensity of these two attributes was not very strong. Just like the Chef label given by Chen Xiyao, which only enabled him to make dishes that were "not bad," these two attributes also offered him a subtle enhancement.

But Feng Xue was well aware that being strong or weak was one thing, and having or not having was another thing.

As old Li said, labels are the foundation of being recognized by "Identity," and only with more labels, it becomes easier to be targeted. At least with the "Money Printer" label now, anyone who got the impression that he was a money printer could provide him with "Identity."

This thing was much easier to earn than the "Chef" label!

As long as Feng Xue created a few more phantom items, those bodyguards around Jeston could probably become his power.

"But the ’Identity’ provided by just one or two people is indeed very limited, and that guy doesn’t seem stupid enough to widely announce my existence. It looks like I still need to escape... But looking at Fran’s manner, maybe I could earn a ’Enemy’ label or something?"

Just as Feng Xue was considering how much benefit he could gain in this cell, a sudden knocking sound came from the door.

He looked up and saw a slightly familiar prison guard holding a tray, containing America’s most common civilian food—

Fried chicken.