If you become a monster, you will succeed

The morning light poured into the prison from 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 out the body stiffness caused by sitting with her knees tucked in for a long time. Perhaps it was due to the conservation of luck. After Feng Xue successfully refined the translation konjac, she recast it six times in a row and all got black balls. , This frightened him to quickly stop the card drawing behavior that he had already started, and devoted all his time to making word cards. Overnight, the word cards in his hand had accumulated a thick pile.

Now that he has a pen and paper in his hand, Feng Xue has also developed a bit of desire to write a cheat book by himself, and then refine it to read it. Although he was not an expert in the past life, if the knowledge he got from the assassin's entry can be transformed As a skill book, that is also excellent.

Just considering the possible monitoring here, he still gave up this idea.

Although the boss here doesn't seem very smart, in the final analysis, a person who has the ability to hunt in batches and has a group of trustworthy subordinates must be above the baseline no matter how unintelligent he is.

The other party might not find him an English teacher because he was afraid of him, and refused to arrange a simultaneous translation that he couldn't trust, but Feng Xue wrote the content on the paper, and the other party had no reason not to take it to the machine to read it.

Even though the smartphones of this era are a few years behind the time he travels through, he doesn't remember when the function of taking pictures and extracting text appeared.

But even if there is none, it doesn’t matter, the other party just needs to disassemble the Chinese characters one by one, and then find someone to ask them separately. The method of human translation, the novels written decades ago are bad.

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

Don't underestimate the ten minutes, if it is placed in Infinite City, it will be ten or twenty days!

"Sigh, it feels like coming from a hometown with a very low consumption level to a world-class metropolis with a high consumption level all of a sudden. I just 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, then nervously looked at her hand, but she didn't see the bag of salt, so she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The judgment mechanism of salt is very strange. It does not "appear when you complain", but "appears when you want to complain". However, it seems unstoppable, but in fact it is not, because when you have "hold back and don't complain" "When you think about it, it means that you "don't want to complain", and "don't want to complain" conflicts with the criterion of "want to complain", so it will not appear.

It's just that it's also tiring to keep tensing up like this. Feng Xue forgot to maintain the mood of "don't want to complain" if she didn't pay attention. Fortunately, this kind of complaint didn't seem to be complaining, so he avoided accidents due to salt.

"You can't relax just because a good product is out! Tighten your nerves, tense your nerves!"

With a hint in mind, Feng Xue stood up and moved her body, and was about to go back to continue making word cards, when she suddenly heard the sound of an iron door being opened not far away, and then the jailer who brought him food yesterday left Come over and put a bowl of porridge in the delivery port.

Compared to fried chicken with a slightly heavier taste, oatmeal porridge was not to Feng Xue's liking, but he ate it quickly, and then went to Jeston to prepare it for him under the guidance of the jailer. place of ceremony.

...

Commonwealth of Columbia, Port of New York, in a large imitation manor-style villa, an elderly gentleman who was having breakfast watched the old butler holding a gorgeous small box enter the dining room, with a look of anticipation on his face.

"A gift from my silly son?"

"Yes, sir, it has been tested and no harmful factors have been found." The old butler held the gift box in both hands and waited for the host to finish eating, but at this time the old gentleman obviously couldn't wait. The servant immediately picked up the tableware and chopsticks with interest, and quickly withdrew from the restaurant.

"It's really a beautiful work of art." The old gentleman opened the box and looked at the not-so-pure crystal inside. Even though he had seen countless exquisite gemstones in his life, the appreciation in his eyes did not seem to be fake.

"Bring a glass of water." After playing with it for a while, the old gentleman said to the butler, but since the old butler had already known the effect of this crystal in advance, how could he be unprepared? The wine glass was brought to him.

The old gentleman dipped the crystal into the water, and the soft but not glaring light immediately filled the entire dining room. Bathed in such light, the old gentleman's originally excited expression gradually became calm:

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

"Seventeen pieces in total." The old housekeeper easily reported a number, and the old gentleman's face also revealed a bit of emotion:

"Seventeen pieces... This is the output of the top ghost hunter team in one year. His ridiculous Trojan horse plan actually succeeded..."

"Judging from the current situation, the third young master's prison has indeed recently admitted a group of prisoners whose origins cannot be identified."

Having said that, the old butler seemed to have just remembered, and added:

"Except for the piece of clothing I gave you, the remaining sixteen pieces are all kinds of cold weapons, and this crystal is not included among them."

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

"That is to say, either my stupid son was so lucky that he condensed such a good thing by killing the captured ghosts, or... Hehe, I never thought that my most ineffective son could bring me something. Here comes such a surprise."

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

After a while, he opened his mouth and said:

"Take one from my idle black market account to Jeston, deposit 50 million in it, raise his monthly quota by 3 points, and ask him if he needs more manpower... In addition, give me The boss brought a sentence, let him not treat everyone as a fool."

"Understood, sir." The old butler nodded, turned around and disappeared into the dining room, while the old gentleman was playing with the crystal stone, wondering what he was thinking.

...

"Eh? The [Money Printing Machine] label's feedback has increased?" Feng Xue, who was "jumping the master" in the special box, froze slightly, and then glanced at Jeston out of the corner of her eye.

Listening to him and Fran arguing openly about their own topic, they silently expressed pity.