The morning light poured into the prison through the one-foot-square window, casting a square spot of light on the ground, but such light could not add any warmth to the cold prison.

Feng Xue stretched his body stiffness because he had maintained a knees for a long time, perhaps because of the conservation of luck, Feng Xue had recast the black ball six times in a row after successfully refining the translated konjac, which frightened him to quickly stop the card drawing behavior that he had already started, and devoted all his time to making word cards.

Now that he has a pen and paper in his hand, Feng Xue also has a little bit of his own mind to write a secret book, and then smelt it to see, although he was not a master in the world in his previous life, but if the knowledge obtained from the assassin entry can be transformed into a skill book, it is also excellent.

It was only in view of the possible monitoring here that he gave up on such an idea.

Although the boss here doesn't seem to be very smart, in the end, a person who has the ability to hunt in batches and can have 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 himself, and he also refuses to arrange a simultaneous translation that he can't trust, but Feng Xue wrote the content on the paper, and the other party didn't make sense not to take it and flip it through.

Even if the smart phones of this era are a few years behind when he traveled through that time, he doesn't remember when the function of taking pictures and extracting text appeared.

But it doesn't matter if you don't have it, the other party just needs to take apart the Chinese characters one by one, and then find someone to ask them separately, the big deal is to enter the computer after asking, and then turn it over - this kind of illiterate people pick up peerless cheats to find someone to translate the method, and the novels of decades ago are all written badly.

Putting aside her unrealistic thoughts, Feng Xue recalculated the number of days she could exist in the real world, and found that it looked like about ten minutes had been added, which was the result provided by Chen Xiyao and the prison boss yesterday.

Don't underestimate these ten minutes, if you put it in Infinite City, it will be ten or twenty days!

"Alas, it feels like coming from a very low-level hometown to a world-class metropolis with a high level of consumption, and I want to earn some money to spend at home, but it turns out that it is not enough for living expenses."

Feng Xue sighed slightly, and then looked at her hand nervously, but she didn't see the bag of salt, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The judgment mechanism of salt is very strange, it is not "appear when you complain", but "appear when you want to complain", but this seems to be uncontrollable, but in fact it is not, because when you have the idea of "holding back and not complaining", it means that you "don't want to complain", and "don't want to complain" conflicts with the judgment standard "want to complain", it will not appear.

It's just that it's also very tiring to keep tensing up his nerves like this, Feng Xue didn't pay attention, and forgot to maintain the mood of "not wanting to complain", but fortunately, this kind of complaint didn't seem to be a complaint, so he avoided an accident because of salt.

"You can't relax just because you have good goods! Tension the nerves, tension the nerves! ”

With a hint in his heart, Feng Xue stood up and moved his body, and was about to go back to continue making flashcards, when he suddenly heard the sound of the iron door being opened not far away, and then the jailer who brought him food yesterday came over and put a bowl of cereal porridge at the delivery port.

Compared to fried chicken, which was only a little heavier, the cereal porridge didn't suit Feng Xue's appetite, but he ate it quickly, and then guided the jailer to the ceremonial place that Jeston had prepared for him.

……

In a large manor-style villa in New Testament Harbor, Columbia, an elderly gentleman who was enjoying breakfast watched the old butler with a gorgeous small box walk into the dining room, with a look of anticipation on his face.

"A gift from my stupid son?"

"Yes, sir, it has been identified, and no harmful factors have been found." The old butler held the gift box in both hands, waiting for the master to finish the meal, but at this time the old gentleman obviously couldn't wait, he casually pushed away the plate in front of him, and the maid on the side immediately picked up the tableware and chopsticks and quickly withdrew from the restaurant.

"It's a beautiful work of art." The old gentleman opened the box and looked at the crystal that was not pure, even though he had seen countless exquisite gems in his life, but the appreciation in his eyes at this time did not seem to be fake.

"Get a glass of water." The old gentleman played with it for a while before he said to the butler, but since the old butler already knew the effect of the crystal in advance, how could he not be prepared, and as soon as the master spoke, a wine glass for whiskey was brought to him.

The old gentleman immersed the crystal in the water, and the soft and undazzling light suddenly filled the entire restaurant, bathed in such a light, the old gentleman's originally excited expression slowly became calm:

"How many magical items did Jeston get this time?"

"Seventeen in all." The old butler easily reported a number, and the old gentleman's face showed a little emotion:

"Seventeen pieces...... This is the output of a team of top ghost hunters in a year, and his ridiculous Trojan horse plan has really succeeded......"

"Judging from the current situation, the Third Young Master's prison has indeed recently admitted a group of prisoners whose source cannot be found."

Speaking of this, the old butler added as if he had just remembered:

"Except for the one given to you, the remaining sixteen are all kinds of cold weapons, and they don't include this crystal."

"Oh?" The old gentleman's originally calm expression suddenly changed slightly, he narrowed his eyes, and his tone became a little playful:

"In other words, either my stupid son was so lucky that he condensed such a good thing by killing the captured ghosts, or ...... Hehe, I didn't expect that my most unsuccessful son could bring me such a surprise. ”

When the old gentleman said this, he suddenly stopped talking, but slowly took the crystal out of the wine glass, and wiped it with a soft cloth while emptying his eyes.

After a moment, he spoke:

"Take one from my idle black market account and give it to Jaston, pre-deposit 50 million in it, increase his monthly quota by 3 points, and ask him if he needs to increase his staff...... Also, give me a message to the boss so that he doesn't take everyone for a fool. ”

"Got it, sir." The old butler nodded, turned and disappeared into the dining room, while the old gentleman played with the crystal stone, not knowing what he was thinking.

……

"Huh? The feedback of the [Money Printing Machine] label has increased? Feng Xue, who was "dancing the great god" in the special box, froze slightly, and immediately glanced at Jeston with his peripheral eyes.

Listening to him and Fran arguing unabashedly about their own topics, they silently cast pity on them.