The morning light poured into the prison from the one-foot-square window, casting a square spot of light on the ground. However, this kind of light could not add any warmth to the cold prison.
Feng Xue stretched out the stiffness in his body caused by sitting with his knees crossed for a long time. Perhaps due to the conservation of luck, after Feng Xue successfully made the translation konjac, he recast it six times in a row and produced black balls. , which scared him so much that he quickly stopped his card-drawing behavior and devoted all his time to making word cards. As the night passed, he had accumulated a thick pile of word cards in his hand.
Now that he has paper and pen in his hand, Feng Xue also has some thoughts of writing a secret book by himself, and then smelting it to see. Although he was not an outsider in his previous life, if the knowledge he got from the assassin's entry can be transformed It's also great to have a skill book.
Just considering the possible surveillance here, he gave up the idea.
Although the boss here doesn't seem very smart, in the final analysis, a person who has the ability to hunt drones in batches and has a group of trustworthy subordinates must be above the baseline no matter how unsmart he is.
The other party may not find him an English teacher because he is afraid of him, and refuse to arrange simultaneous translators that he cannot trust, but Feng Xue has written down the contents on the paper, and the other party has no reason not to use a machine to read it.
Even though the smart phones of this era are several years behind when he traveled back in time, he doesn't remember when the function of taking pictures and extracting text appeared.
But it doesn’t matter even if it’s not there. The other party just needs to break the Chinese characters apart and ask someone to ask them separately. The worst thing is to input them into the computer after asking them and then read them on the computer. This kind of illiterate person picked up a unique secret book and found it. The novels written decades ago are all broken using human translation methods.
Putting aside unrealistic thoughts, Feng Xue recalculated the number of days he could exist in the real world and found that he had added about ten minutes. This was the result provided by Chen Xiyao and the prison boss yesterday.
Don't underestimate these ten minutes. If placed in Infinite City, it would last for ten or twenty days!
"Oh, it feels like I suddenly came from my hometown with a very low consumption level to a world-class metropolis with a high consumption level. I just wanted to make some money to spend back home, but it turned out that it was not enough for living expenses."
Feng Xue sighed slightly, then looked at her hand nervously, but she didn't see the bag of salt, and she couldn't help but feel relieved.
The judgment mechanism of salt is very strange. It does not "appear when you complain", but "appears when you want to complain". However, this seems to be unbearable, but in fact it is not the case, because when you have the problem of "holding back from complaining" "When you think about it, it means that you "don't want to complain", and if "don't want to complain" conflicts with the criterion of "wanting to complain", it will not appear.
It's just that it's also tiring to keep tensing up like this. Feng Xue accidentally forgot to maintain the mood of "not wanting to complain". Fortunately, this kind of complaining didn't seem to be complaining, so he avoided an accident because of salt.
"Don't relax just because you've got good products! Tighten your nerves, tighten your nerves!"
Giving herself a hint in her mind, Feng Xue stood up and moved her body. She was about to go back and continue making word cards when she suddenly heard the sound of the iron door being opened not far away, and then the jailer who brought him food yesterday left. Come over and place a bowl of cereal at the delivery port.
Compared to fried chicken, which had a slightly stronger taste, oatmeal was not to Feng Xue's liking, but he still ate it quickly, and then under the guidance of the jailer, he went to Jeston to prepare it for him. ceremonial place.
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In a large imitation manor-style villa in the Colombian Federation, Port New Testament, an elderly gentleman who was enjoying breakfast watched the old butler holding a gorgeous small box walk into the restaurant, with a look of anticipation on his face.
"Did you get a gift from my silly son?"
"Yes, sir, it has been identified and no harmful factors have been found." The old butler held the gift box in both hands and waited for the master to finish the meal. However, the old gentleman was obviously impatient at this time. He pushed the dinner plate in front of him casually, and the The servant immediately picked up the cutlery and chopsticks and quickly left the restaurant.
"What a beautiful piece of art." The old gentleman opened the box and looked at the not-so-pure crystal inside. Even though he had seen countless exquisite gems in his life, the appreciation in his eyes at this time did not seem to be fake.
"Find a glass of water." After the old gentleman played with it for a while, he said to the butler. But since the old butler had already known the effect of this crystal in advance, how could he not be prepared? Just as the master spoke, a glass was used to drink whiskey. The wine glass was brought to him.
The old gentleman immersed the crystal in the water, and the soft but not dazzling light suddenly filled the entire restaurant. Bathed in such light, the old gentleman's originally excited expression slowly became calmer:
"How many magical items did Jeston get in total this time?"
"Seventeen items in total." The old butler reported a number easily, and the old gentleman's face showed a bit of emotion:
"Seventeen pieces... This is the output of a top ghost hunter team in one year. His ridiculous Trojan horse plan actually succeeded..."
"Judging from the current situation, Third Young Master's prison has indeed admitted a group of prisoners whose origins cannot be traced."
Having said this, the old housekeeper seemed to have just remembered it and added:
"Except for the piece of clothing I gave you, the remaining sixteen pieces are all kinds of cold weapons, and they do not include this crystal."
"Oh?" The old gentleman's calm expression suddenly changed slightly. He narrowed his eyes and his tone became slightly playful:
"In other words, either my stupid son is so lucky that he can condense such a good thing by killing the captured ghosts, or... Haha, I didn't expect that my most incompetent son can still bring me such a good thing. It’s such a surprise.”
When the old gentleman said this, he suddenly stopped talking. He just slowly took out the crystal from the wine glass, wiped it with a soft cloth, and looked blankly at the same time.
After a moment, he spoke:
"Take one of my idle black market accounts and give it to Jeston, deposit 50 million in it, increase his monthly quota by 3 points, and ask him if he needs more manpower... In addition, give it to me Boss, please tell me not to treat everyone as fools."
"I understand, sir." The old butler nodded, turned around and disappeared into the restaurant, while the old gentleman was playing with the crystal stone, wondering what he was thinking.
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"Eh? [Money Printing Machine] The feedback strength of the label has been increased?" Feng Xue, who was "dancing the master" in the special box, hesitated slightly, and then glanced at Jaston with his peripheral vision.
Listening to him and Fran openly arguing about their own topics, there was a silent feeling of pity.
