Master of Kaidan
Chapter 80 Classic Wealthy Family Plot

Chapter 80: Chapter 80 Classic Wealthy Family Plot

Although the translation yam had almost no enhancement for combat, for Feng Xue at that moment, it was more important than merely increasing his combat power.

Although the remarks written on it made one feel uneasy, after confirming there were no suspicious cuts on the item, Feng Xue still chose to prioritize survival.

He lowered his head, occasionally resting his hand against his cheek as if in deep thought, and at that moment, the excess part of the towel wrapped around the handcuffs served as the best disguise.

At this moment, Feng Xue felt as if he was sneakily eating snacks during class years ago, only this time, the stakes were much higher.

"The texture is good, but it’s unseasoned, eating it dry would feel quite strange..." The knowledge associated with the ’Chef’ tag in Feng Xue’s mind made him subconsciously evaluate the taste of the magic yam, but he wasn’t insane enough to pull out salt to season it.

After all, a tag represents power, not a curse, and real person-given tags aren’t like those in Infinite City, where if you don’t comply, they disappear.

He just nibbled on the translation yam bit by bit, even though he could already understand the words in Victoria’s dictionary, he showed no intention of stopping.

For one thing, he worried whether not finishing it would affect its efficacy, and also to avoid leaving traces that might catch the prison guard’s attention.

After all, he was probably going to be taken to produce magical items every day, and if he left too many loopholes in his room, it would be easy to get caught, so even though he was nearly bursting, he forcefully suppressed the urge to voice sarcasm, just to ensure no extra sacks of salt appeared in his cell.

Of course, he was not just eating, at the same time, he was also writing new vocabulary cards.

After obtaining the translation yam, "not understanding Victoria’s language" became an advantage because they already believed he couldn’t understand, so their communication wasn’t hidden from him, giving him an informational edge.

Simultaneously, he didn’t need to laboriously search for potentially useful words from an entire dictionary in the completely unfamiliar Victoria’s language, but instead, prepare words he might need through his own will.

Of course, he also needed to manage this appropriately to avoid giving the impression that "this guy always has the right vocabulary cards."

After a day and a night, the situation seemed to be clearly understood by those around him, as yesterday’s intermittent noise had disappeared.

Although Feng Xue was confident he could now communicate with them, he did not immediately attempt to do so.

After all, the prison boss daring to keep this group of inmates so closely was exactly because they couldn’t communicate effectively, but once he showed the intention to interact, he would likely find it difficult to contact them again.

Even if he really wanted to use their power, it had to be under certain circumstances, and right now, he was still missing a piece of the puzzle to escape.

He touched his left rib, yawned, and slightly adjusted his posture, and as he shifted, the prison guard across the bars indeed became more alert.

...

"♪~"

The ringtone of the phone rang in the room, Jeston, who was enjoying a sweet dream, opened his eyes irritably, glanced at the clock showing 1 AM, and answered the call discontentedly:

"Hello?"

"Oh, my dear brother, I heard you’ve got some good stuff?"

"?" Jeston, originally sleepy, suddenly became completely alert, swearing on his inheritance rights, he hadn’t heard such a "gentle" voice from his big brother since he was ten!

"Big... Big Brother?" Jeston asked hesitantly, even suspecting that this might be another new type of phone scam.

"Yes, it’s me, dear brother. Are you interested in discussing some business matters with me?"

Listening to his brother’s gentle yet somewhat unfamiliar tone, Jeston’s intelligence finally began to rebound:

"Which item have you set your sights on? I’ve already given that suit to father, and all that’s left are some weapons. Are you planning to upgrade your bodyguard’s equipment?"

"No, no, no, I’m not interested in those weapons. I’m talking about the crystal!"

"Damn it, isn’t the Identification supposed to be absolutely confidential?" Jeston was truly fully awake now, his mind immediately filled with intense anger.

"Of course, that’s the rule, no one would be foolish enough to shoot themselves in the foot. But, my dear brother, have you forgotten that the channels you use belong to the family? So, isn’t it possible that the family checking the items you sent for identification doesn’t count as a breach of confidentiality?" Over the phone came words that fueled Jeston’s rage, but he surprisingly calmed down, responding with a calmness that surprised the person on the other end:

"How much do you plan to offer?"

"20 million, how about that? That’s a very high price already. You know, father’s beloved wine cup is only worth 7 million."

Listening to the price offered over the phone, Jeston couldn’t help but laugh angrily:

"Do you think I’m stupid?"

"Otherwise?" The person on the other end had this thought but obviously couldn’t say it aloud, instead choosing to remain silent. However, as he remained silent, the other side continued:

"Forget about the inflation over the years, do you think I don’t know how much the chandelier in the old home ballroom is worth? Twenty million? Ha, go play around with a lighting factory!"

After saying that, Jeston hung up the phone, not giving his older brother any chance to bargain.

After thinking it over, he picked up the phone again, and after three busy tones, a somewhat aged voice answered:

"Third Young Master, the master has already gone to sleep, if there’s nothing important..."

"Elvin, I’ve acquired a magic item and I want to give it to father," Jeston interrupted the old butler, who was initially silent before responding:

"Young Master, the suit you sent arrived today, and the master is very pleased."

"Not that one, another one, one that could replace the main light in the White Palace hall," Jeston said confidently, affecting even the breathing of the person on the other end.

After a brief silence, the other party responded:

"Alright, young master, I’ll go inform the master right away."

...

Jeston hung up the phone, feeling indescribably relieved. Although it pained him a bit to give it to his father, that incident with his brother who thought him a fool had reminded him of something —

Even though it seemed he was branching out on his own, the channels he used were ultimately shared by the entire family. Even if his brother took the items he sent for identification in the name of the family, he had no way to resist.

With that Money Printer, he would have a continual supply of magic items in the future. Even if he couldn’t keep them all to himself, he at least needed to have his own exclusive channel.