The word which had been glowing with purple light slowly turned into...a real small fire. The word 'fire' on the paper disappear living only a real burning fire on the paper!

The fire was small so Li Shi Ying didn't notice it at first but when the fire burn the rest of the paper, onlth then Li Shi Ying noticed it.

???? How could there be a fire on the table? 

Li Shi Ying quickly put out the fire while thinking in her heart. She didn't lit a candle or anything right? So how could this fire suddenly appeared? 

Li Shi Ying look at her burnt pieces of paper and when she was collecting the burnt paper, she found a blank small paper among the burnt papers.

The burnt papers she collected were all those pieces she wrote a word on it. The word were still could be seen but now there weren't any purple light on it.

Li Shi Ying took the blank paper and thought again. Shouldn't there be a word 'fire' on this paper? Why it became blank? 

Li Shi Ying was confused and puzzled by this situation so she decided to conduct another experiment. Her instinct told her that there must be something she didn't know about this matter.

Li Shi Ying wrote again a word 'fire' on a new small paper and carefully observe it. As like before, the word glowed in purple light after a second. 

What Li Shi Ying didn't expect was that after the word stopped glowing, suddenly the word disappear and changed into a small fire burning on top of the now blank paper.

!!!! What is this??? The word 'fire' turn into a real fire?? 

Li Shi Ying was surprised as well as excited. How could this happen? Did she gain another cheat?? 

Li Shi Ying of course didn't know that the so-called cheat was only because she is a unique existence even among translator.

Li Shi Ying didn't know that actually there are 3 types of translator exist in this world. The first type is the most common one which are really well-known among people in lower realm

Normal people only know that translator are people who can translate God Language into a local language. Well they aren't completely right! 

The translator they know is only the first type of translator that are the one who can translate the original script into a local language. This type of translator is called 'reader'. They understand God languange but they can't write it or speak in it. 

'Reader' type can only understand the language and change it into the language normal people know.

As for the phenomenon Li Shi Ying experienced just now, it was all because she is not only a 'reader' type but also a 'writer' type.

The second type of translator is called 'writer' . These people exist only in middle realm so it is normal for people in lower realm to not knowing their existence. 

The 'writer' type can write a God Language. The word they write then will became a reality. But... those words are limited to only abstract word such as element, feeling, action, technique and so on.

The 'writer' type can't make gold coin from the word they write or make a house out of it. Among 'writer' type, God choose 2 people and made them write the original script. So the one who made all those original scripts are in fact a 'writer' type of translator choosen by God! 

It's no wonder that all those scripts contain something which couldn't be seen except from element (fire, water, etc).

For the third type, this type is very mysterious and only 2 people throughout the world belong to this type . Both of them are serving the God directly as his loyal servant.

Li Shi Ying didn't know whatsoever about translator type so she thought that she must be gaining another cheat! 

Yuhuuu!! Thanks God of Transmigration!! Finally she was given another cheat which seems more useful than her previous cheat.

Discovering something awesome like this, Li Shi Ying began to conduct another experiment. She wrote so many words to see which word will become reality and which one will not.

1 hour later, Li Shi Ying had completely grasp the rules of her new cheat. She can't turn a material word into reality so forget about creating dozen gold coins or crystal coins out of a word.

The word she write will take effect immediately after she write it but if she want to delay the effect, she could just write an uncomplete word. 

So far, Li Shi Ying could wrote 2 words in one paper to make them turn into reality or having an effect. More than 2 words even if it wasn't a material word, the words wouldn't change.

Li Shi Ying conduct her experiment with Jiu Wei as well. She put the word 'anger' on Jiu Wei body and second after, Jiu Wei said that he felt irritated and angry.

Well even if the effect only last for a few minutes, for Li Shi Ying the discovery of her new cheat was something amazing!She could protect herself with this cheat and so on.

COMPLETED SERIES

I'll find you even if we are worlds apart -Long Ao Zhen 

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Transmigrated into a trash body of general's daughter as female lead? Peh! Too mainstream! Transmigrated to be a villainess? Common! What about transmigrating and ending up as cannon fodder? Have read it before! 

From that many options to transmigrate how could she, Li Shi Ying a very ordinary English department college student, suddenly wake up in the crippled body of the female lead's ex-maidservant?! Heaven, this is too unfair! 

In this world where only the strong are respected, she can't cultivate? No problem! Dozens of high-rank spiritual beasts fight over protecting her! 

Beast Tamers are rare? Hmph! The beast language is her hometown language! 

Can't be an alchemist or array master? Who cares? She could just become a translator! Without a translator, all those rare jobs wouldn't even exist! 

Watch how she rules over the world without having a single bit of cultivation energy in her body! 

But, can someone please tell her how she suddenly became the Dragon Prince's wife? Momma, she wanna cry!!! 

This is a perfect story for those who are bored with the usual cultivation novel. 

Warning: Smut scene in chapters 7-9!! If you don't want to read it, just skip those chapters. 

If you like to read perfect grammar then this book might not be your cup of tea, but I'm still learning. So, it will become better in later chapters. 

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2. 101 Days To Date Mr Target (coming soon) 

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"Let us celebrate for our national athlete, Liu Fei has clinched the gold medal once again and broke the world record at the same time…"
"Yesterday, the mayor visited our school and gave a speech to encourage all the students and teachers of the university…"
"Next up, let us enjoy the song <The Beautiful Oar>…"
…
The sweet voice of a lady blasted through the loudspeaker in the school campus.
Fang Yuan laid on the field and squinted his eyes.
"Hey… I've heard that you have applied to graduate!"
Turning his head around, he realised that Lin Xing was next to him with a look of unpleasantness.
"Yeah…"
After a period of interaction, Fang Yuan knew that Lin Xing was not a snobbish person but was merely less sociable.
"It's a pity…"
Lin Xing laid on the field as well and was in a daze.
"Don't think about it too much. Although you have never beaten me in school, you might just do so when we work outside…"
Fang Yuan chuckled.
To think about it, the students who were studying in Xijing University were unfortunate.
If you think that you were a smart person, the university was filled with gifted people! There were even smarter ones above the smartest! To those who were less confident, this would be a heavy blow.
"Go f*ck yourself…"
Lin Xin rolled his eyes and left.
"Fang Yuan… why are you still here!"
Sun Jian rushed his way towards the field. "Quickly return to your shop. Someone is willing to buy your treasure!"
"Oh!"
Fang Yuan lazily stood up and stretched himself.
"How can you be so composed?"
Sun Jian was stunned. "This is a business of 300,000 dollars!"
"What else can I do?"
Fang Yuan replied in a calm voice. "You ran all the way here? You're too nervous. You should calm your nerves whenever something big happens."
"I… I tried to calm down, but it's 300,000! Just by thinking about it alone would give me the shudders…"
Sun Jian's voice shook as he spoke.
"Alright, I'll go now!"
Fang Yuan shook his head and arrived at Sambhogakaya Monastery with Sun Jian.
His originally empty Heart Questioning House was now surrounded by a group of people, clogging up the entrance to the shop. Most of them were crowding around to see what was inside.
"Come, move aside, the boss is here!"
Sun Jian cleared a path for Fang Yuan. Some of them recognised him as the boss and automatically gave way.
"Boss, you're back!"
Ding Qiuyu ran towards Fang Yuan. "A foreigner came in and was attracted to the Aquilaria Maitreya. He insisted on buying it!"
"I know, it's been hard on you!"
Fang Yuan entered the shop and noticed a blond-haired foreigner peering through a magnifying glass. He wore white gloves on his hands as he was examining the Aquilaria Maitreya with a serious look.
Behind him, there were two bodyguards in black western attire. There was another female translator as well.
Coincidently, Chen Bo was also there. He now had the responsibility to ensure the security of the place as he glared at the bodyguards.
He had to be careful! If the wooden figure was broken or stolen, his girlfriend would not be able to pay for it. Therefore, he had to get himself involved.
In the Heart Questioning House, Fang Yuan prepared a wooden chair and sat on it. With that, Ding Qiuyu served him his tea.
The old foreigner noticed Fang Yuan and mumbled something to the translator.
"Mr Thomas asks, are you the owner of this shop? He wants to talk to the real owner of this wooden figurine."
The female translator translated it word for word, but her sentence structure was too rigid and she did not feel local.
'Overseas Chinese? Or another yellow-skinned race?'
Fang Yuan squinted his eyes and the surroundings became translucent and illusionary.
Everyone looked normal except for Chen Bo who had a mild glow in him, signifying that he had the cultivation at the Strength Opening Realm.
The body of the female translator was normal. However, she had black streaks around her body and her lively face started to appear pale and green. A black fog gathered around her forehead.
'From the angle of a cultivator, this lady is either living with an evil being or that she herself has cultivated in evil spells…'
The female translator lowered her head and mumbled a foreign language to her boss. With that, she smiled. "You are lucky. Mr Thomas said that he is willing to buy your Aquilaria Maitreya for 200,000 Chinese Dollars."
"Oh!"
Fang Yuan dug his ear with his fingers and gave a look of suspicion. "Why did I hear that his highest offer was around 50,000 Dollars from the forex?"
Forex meant that through the foreign exchange rate, Mr Thomas was willing to pay a price equivalent to 500,000 Chinese Dollars in his foreign currency.
Of course, the price of this Aquilaria Maitreya could potentially skyrocket in the black market.
"Cough…"
The female translator choked. "Do you know our language?"
"Mmm… I've learnt it through a few lectures!"
Fang Yuan gave a wide grin and revealed his white teeth, replying with a fluent Federation language.
Of course, the female translator wanted to kill him so badly at that moment.
"Gentleman, you surprise me! Could you have stayed at boarding school overseas before?"
Mr Thomas was shocked to be able to hear such fluent Federation language in Chinese Country and even suspected that Fang Yuan had grown up in his hometown.
"Nope, I have only learnt it from a lecturer who was from the Golden Eagle Federation…"
Fang Yuan waved his hands. "Mr Thomas, it is unfortunate that you have revealed to me your best offer. Therefore, my price will change to 50,000 from the forex. After all, your assistant had lowered your quote by 50%!"
Hearing this, the face of the female translator turned black and her fierce glare seemed as though it was able to set Fang Yuan in flames.
"Hehe… Ms Night is only joking with you! However, I will agree to the price of 50,000 from the forex!"
Thomas smiled and glared at his translator. With that, he ordered his bodyguards to bring a case forward. From the case, he took out wads of cash. He knew that he had to get his hands on the Aquilaria Maitreya. Glancing at the incense burner at the side, he spoke once more. "Chinese Country is an amazing country. Look at this incense… I have smelled a similar fragrance from a soul master in my country. This fragrance is able to calm one's mind."
"Is that so?"
Thinking about it, Fang Yuan's heart wavered. After talking to Thomas, he gifted him a bottle of Opening Point Incense.
"Haha… I will have to take my leave now!"
Looking at the increasingly crowded shop, Thomas stood up and gave an unusual smile. "Fang, you are a gifted child. May our paths cross again!"
"See you again!"
Fang Yuan sat in his chair while Thomas took his leave, walking with a cane. As he walked out, he was surrounded by other passionate stall owners who were looking to clear their stock.
It was impossible for Fang Yuan not to extort such a rich person!
As Ms Night took her leave, she glared fiercely at Fang Yuan.
"Let's close the shop!"
Looking at the passionate and greedy stall owners gathering around Thomas, Fang Yuan shook his head. "Chen Bo, stay behind with Sun Jian."
"Hehe…"
After closing the shop, Sun Jian stared at the stack of cash on the table before looking at Fang Yuan with a look of suspicion. "Junior, when did you pick up their language?"
"I learnt it after hearing it a few times. It's normal!"
Fang Yuan gave a look as though he was a genius kid and could do anything he wanted, which made Chen Bo depressed.
They were already the top students of the society to be able to enrol into Xijing University. However, they would still need at least a month or two to master a new language from scratch.
This kid in front of them managed the same feat after a few lessons and was even more fluent than the translator.
Although everyone knew that there were gifted people in the society who would make the others question their own existence, one would only feel fear when standing in front of an actual gifted child.
"Alright, let's split the profits. This should be considered doing justice for our country!"
Fang Yuan smiled and split the stack of cash into four piles, handing over a pile each to Ding Qiuyu, Chen Bo and Sun Jian. "Thank you for your help today. This is a small reward!"
"This…"
Each stack was at least a thousand dollars and Sun Jian could not believe his eyes.
"Little Boss… How can I take your money?"
Ding Qiuyu quickly replied.
"This is your performance bonus! Since this is your bonus, just take it!"
Fang Yuan forced the wad of cash into her hands. "The two of you as well, please don't be afraid to accept this money! I am a rich man now!"
"Yes… compared to you, we are still poor!"
Sun Jian was filled with regret.
If he knew that there was so much potential in selling antiques, he would have chosen to specialise in archaeology.
…
It was nightfall.
Like a nimble cat, Fang Yuan flipped over the walls and left the school compound, smiling cheekily to himself.
Fang Yuan had done something to the figure of Aquilaria Maitreya, making it traceable.
Otherwise, why would Fang Yuan stupidly place such a valuable treasure in the shop with a single shopkeeper to look after it?
"Are there still stalkers? Is my behaviour out of the norm?"
He flipped over another wall, crossed an alley and lifted a piece of roof tile. With that, he noticed a middle-aged person leaning on the window outside, observing Fang Yuan's door diligently.
However, he appeared tired and bored as he yawned continuously.
'After all, I am only a student and not an evil murder. I also did not reveal any special ability and it would, therefore, be a waste of resources if they were to send a soldier from the special forces to stalk me. Where did this person come from?'
Thinking about it, Fang Yuan flicked his finger and a puff of powder was scattered into the house.
The well-built man started to shut his heavy eyelids. Not long after, he started to lean against the wall and snored loudly.
All it took was just a little sleeping powder.
After settling the stalker, Fang Yuan arrived at his own shop. Twitching his nose, he could detect a clear fragrance.
"Little pals, it's up to you guys now!"
Fang Yuan opened a bamboo container, releasing a few bees.
These bees were larger-sized than normal bees and were a little confused at first. After a while, they became focused and flew in a pattern in mid-air. With that, they headed towards a certain direction.
"It's working!"
With an excited look, Fang Yuan quickly followed the bees.


This is the story of a boy who lived a secluded life in the mountains, tending his farm, rearing his fish, and dreaming his dreams. Eh? Did I suddenly conquer all worlds and become the big boss? Or am I still in a dream?


The first days in his new home were long and difficult for Timothy.  No one would tell him when he could go home and eventually; he stopped asking.  The house he lived in was very odd to him.  People would come into the shop and often comment on how old things were and say things like "can you believe people once used things like this?" and "How did people survive before modern conveniences?"  To Timothy things like a record player or toaster were wondrous.  Yet the only room that held any interest for him was the library in a small area in the back of the shop.  It was a cramped space with a chipped and stained tile floor.  It did have a couple of small windows that provided some daylight, but with a dozen old bookshelves, some wood, some metal, all mismatched, the room felt dark and always required the light of the bare bulb that hung from the center of the ceiling.  A single metal chair with worn vinyl padding took up a space between two shelving units in the back of the room.  That became his spot.  Books were the only things his new world seemed to have in common with the old, even though most people that came in the shop had very little interest in them.  
For the first six months, a tutor and a therapist would come to their home and work with Timothy to help him learn the language, evaluate his education level and help him adjust to his new life.  He never resisted their efforts, but it took him weeks to want to try and learn.  That day came on a Sunday afternoon when he was able to spend time in the library by himself.  He had just finished reading a book with his translator and started looking for another one.  He would hold the pad up over the spines of the books to read the titles to make his selection.  When he came to one that didn't translate, he pulled the pad away and to his surprise the words on the book spine were in his language.  As he pulled it off the shelf, he realized that some of the words were familiar and others were not.  He opened the book and tried the read it, but only some of the words looked right, and others were spelled differently than he remembered.  Switching the translator to audio mode, he took the book and found his aunt who was making lunch in the kitchen for them.
"Aunt Vickie?  What is this book?"  He asked holding it out to her.
"Well, let's see," she said, happy he was starting to warm up to her a little more.  She took the book, sat down at the small kitchen table and put on her reading glasses.  Timothy grinned as he never saw anyone wear glasses before and he thought they were silly.  "I know they make me look like an old lady, but I have to wait until I'm done with my cancer medication before I can get my eyes adjusted again.  So, this book.  I think it came in with that estate sale I bought up last year.  It looks like it's a collection of old Celtic poems and stories."
"What's Celtic?" Timothy asked.
"Well, it's a language that was once spoken by the ancestors of the Scottish and Irish peoples.  As a matter of a fact that is where our family came from originally.  O'Hara is an Irish name.  We have several ancestors that came from Ireland and some from Scotland.   
Timothy had been told that his father came from the "old world," but he never knew that his father's family came from the same place the old world village came from that he had learned about in school.  The idea excited him as it was a connection with where he came from.  "I want to read this," he said.
Vickie smiled and retrieved the school pad they were using to teach him English.  "You can use this to look up words, even these words.  It will show you the English version, and then you can use your translator to know what it is."  She typed the first word in the book into the pad, and the English translation came up.  She then wrote the word by hand on a digital notepad and had Timothy hold his translator over it.  Vickie knew she could have shown him how to reset his translator to do everything at once, but she wanted it to become an exercise in practicing his English.  
The boy didn't question the process.  He eagerly looked up each word, wrote it out and then translated it again.  In about 20 minutes he had the first poem completed, and his lip quivered.  Vickie looked over his shoulder and read the first passage.  "Little Bird!  O little bird!  I wonder at what thou doest, Thou singing merrily far from me, I in sadness all alone.  That's pretty, but a little dark."
The boy lunged at her and wrapped his arms around her waist, sobbing and shouting, "I want my Mother!  I want my Mother!"
Vickie put her arms around the boy and said, "I know Honey.  I wish she could be here with you, but you know she can't."  She knelt down and rubbed some of his tears off of his face.  "You know, my Dad used to tell me that people are never truly gone if we make a point to remember them.  And we remember people better when we talk about them.  Can you tell me something nice about your Mother?"
Timothy pointed to the book.
"Okay, what about the book, your Mother liked books?"
"She told me that poem," he said with his chin nearly on his chest.
"She told you this poem?"
He nodded.
Vickie remembered something about what Roy said to her about the people of New Terra.  He was recuperating aboard a hospital ship when he called her through a vid-link.  That was the last time she talked to her before he violated the quarantine and when back to the planet.  During their conversations, he tried to describe his experience to her.  He told her that the people of New Terra where descendants of Scottish people kidnapped by the Serkin for slave labor centuries ago, but she didn't think much about it at the time, as she was more concerned about his health than the details of the place he was trapped on.  Now she wished she had asked Roy more about that world before he had abandoned his life to return to it.  She sat back down at the table and turned the page of the book.  Gently she pulled Timothy onto her lap and used his computer to translate it for her.  She then read to Timothy, the translator changing her words to his language and they spent the afternoon exploring their shared history.  





Author:
Matthew O. Duncan is part of the resurgence of Old School Sci-fi.  His books are a mix of Military Sci-fi, Fantasy, Romance, and Mystery weaved together with non-stop action.  Matt started his writing career as a playwright. He won a number of awards and had his plays produced on local stages.  He put his pen down in the late ’90s but picked it up again in 2011.

O’Hara never wanted to be a hero. He was a combat pilot only because his skills made him the best and Earth needed men like him to fight the enemy amongst the stars. Living a life a service and duty, alone in a cockpit suited him well, but fate had other plans for him. Shot down over an alien planet he was saved by a beautiful and mysterious woman named Katreena. He soon learns that the world is populated by people who seemed to have been lost by time and controlled by stones that the people believe to be divine magic. Wanting only to return to his fleet, he discovers that he has more than a passing connection with the world’s people, a love that resurrects a heart long thought dead and a decisive battle to the war that followed him.

After Ivan descended into the fourth dimension to hunt for himself and Mazur, Valeria nervously began searching the ship for him. Naturally he couldn't communicate with her, so he had no method to explain to her he would be gone for a while.
Mazur found her as she was getting increasingly restless and running around the ship. 
"Tsu Viskers ut noskis Ivan, por?" Valeria worriedly asked in her language while backing away from him.
Mazur still hadn't finished the translator, but he understood that she was looking for Ivan. He was slightly irritated that she was calling him by the distasteful nickname 'Whiskers', that Ivan had introduced him by.
He wanted to approach her and correct his name before it became a habit, but Valera had a strange fear of him and ran away as soon as he approached. Ivan hadn't notice it, but Mazur had. Whenever he approached the two, Valeria would slightly move away from him and closer to Ivan. He presumed this to be due to the fact that his appearance was far more alien than Ivan's.
Valeria continued to evade Mazur and refused to be close to him by herself. Mazur chased her around half the ship exasperatedly, yet still failed to catch her. He could dive in the fourth dimension and sneak up on her, but she could escape as soon as she sense him.
Feeling defeat for the first time since he fell into the hopelessness of old age, Mazur gave up on the pointless endeavour and went back to building the translator. The Poseidon's computer was more than capable of constructing a translation database for such an archaic kind of language.
Ivan soon ascended from the fourth dimension and arrived with a pale face beside Mazur.
"That's a pretty deep injury," Mazur pointed out while looking at his true body. "Did you meet a dangerous creature?"
"Yeah, it looked similar to a lion, but it had six legs and four red eyes. I decided to call it a Four-Eyed Devil Lion," Ivan stated factually before continuing after a brief hesitation, "If you meet it, just lie down and accept death. It's simply too strong."
"I'm not going to die now that I have just become a higher existence of life. There is too much for me to explore and experiment with," Mazur snorted contemptuously. "By the way, that little fox has been running around like mad looking for you. All you did was feed her, making me tempted to cut open her head to see if she has an imprinting mechanism in her brain."
"You just don't understand people. Don't touch her."
"Yeah, yeah, boss."
Ivan paid no more attention to Mazur. He had brought back a dead fish from this trip and a small pile of firewood pre-soaked in the energy water. A fire was soon lit and the two of them cut the fish up to roast. 
After eating, Ivan walked through the ship and found Valeria hiding in the corner of her room. As soon as she saw him, she calmly stood up and walked to quickly to follow behind him.
Ivan could tell she hadn't eaten so he led her to the kitchen to have something to eat. She refused to go though, instead wrapping her little hands around his and trying to drag him in a different direction.
Valeria pulled and tugged at Ivan as she led him to the side of the ship where an electro-shielded glass window provided a view of the world outside. She hastily said a few indecipherable words as she pointed to various points in the forest.
Ivan wasn't sure what she meant, but upon looking closer at where she was indicating, saw various Vulpes in military outfits discreetly spying on the ship.
"I see, so they've already spotted us," Ivan said indifferently. "Valeria, you go eat something, I'm going to take a closer look."
Ivan used body language to tell the little fox girl to go eat something before contacting Mazur over the Poseidon's internal communication line.
"I've spotted the local military hiding in the forest scouting us," Ivan spoke into the console near the door.
Mazur's voice lazily responded shortly afterwards, "Oh? They certainly found us quick."
"It was probably those Vulpes who escaped the other day. I'm going to go out and have a look at what's going on."
"Try not to be seen, if they get spooked and release a nuclear weapon, our ship most likely won't survive and we'll be stranded in this solar system for the next century at least."
Ivan agreed with him before moving through the fourth dimension to directly jump out of the ship, flashing through the air and disappearing into the forest like a shadow. He strolled through the sky amongst the tops of trees as he scouted the surroundings.
The Vulpes soldiers were more numerous than Ivan had initially expected. Only twenty or so soldiers were in the immediate surroundings monitoring the ship, but there were thousands deeper in. It was a country's military by the appearance of the. They had been shipping supplies to rapidly build defensive fortifications.
Ivan was greatly surprised at how much they had done in merely days. In order to arrive here with all this equipment, it was less likely that the escaped Vulpes gave away their positions and instead the world had detected their arrival.
Further out, near the edge of the forest, a large metal fence has been put off, cordoning off the area where the Poseidon was. Heavily armored trucks and tanks continued to drive into the forest, but they ran on some type of unique engine which produced very little amounts of noise.
Back in the ship, Mazur showed an interest in what was happening outside the world. He had managed to build a semi functioning translator and was rapidly improving it with his test subject.
Over two weeks, the military presence around the Poseidon continued to increase in force, to the point where they stationed defensive lines in the immediate surroundings of the ship. Every day, a man would come forth with a megaphone and call out to the ship in the Vulpes language.
Mazur had finally finished the translator and built a second one for Ivan. It was a simple device which they only had to speak into it and it would automatically translate it the Vulpes language into the galactic language, and vice versa.
"Can you understand me?" Ivan asked Valeria with the translator.
"Yes," Valeria answered with a nod, glancing nervously toward Mazur who was standing to the side observing the test and making notes in one of his research journals.
"Good, I need to test this thing quickly. Tell me, what is your name?"
"Kivsharr."
Ivan sighed reluctantly. For some reason, the little fox girl was adamant about calling herself by this name.
"It's not translating this word, Mazur. Is it actually her name?"
Mazur flicked through his research journal to double check some entries before replying, "No, it's not her name, but closer to a title. From what I leaned from Test Subject Alpha, a Kivsharr is someone who has been convicted of severe crimes. They have their name and identity taken from them before being banished from their race."
"Kivsharr is a term that can be understood as 'no name' or 'outcast'. They do not have any human rights, and can be beaten, or even killed, without consequence. The hole in her ear had been seared with a hot iron, like some kind of punishment. It is most likely a form of brand for her status. The fact that she is still alive today, is because none of the normal civilians wanted to risk their lives if she fought back."
Ivan nodded in understanding before turning to face the little fox-girl. "Valeria, did you understand that? Is it correct?"
Valeria stared at her feet as she gave a curt nod.
"What was your crime?"
"For stealing food, along with killing a few people in self defense."
Unlike her usual steadfast appearance, she was teary-eyed and held one hand over the hole in her ear. It was as if she was reliving the experience of being branded a Kivsharr, the despair she felt upon the sentence being made, the pain of the hole in her ear being cut out and seared with a hot iron, and the torment of being treated like an animal from thereon after.
Ivan felt sympathy for the little girl and wiped the tears out of her eyes.
'What the hell!' Ivan suddenly thought in a panic. 'Since when have I ever felt sympathy for some kid. Don't tell me, this is one of those damned side effects of Mazur implanting those memories into me!'
"Stop crying and pull yourself together, you're not weak like that," Ivan forced himself to ignore the girl's plight but took a softer tone as he tried to console her without being undignified. "Your name is Valeria, my first emplyee. That is all you need to think about. Now come with me, the translator works, so let's go meet those people shouting outside every day."
"Hey, don't I count as the first employee?" Mazur shamelessly chimed in.
Ivan rolled his eyes and responded, "Unpaid labor doesn't count as employment."
****
The base hatch of the cargo hold opened and formed a ramp to the ground. Ivan walked out with a table over his shoulder and Valeria towing behind with four chairs.
Vulpes soldiers saw this movement and rapidly begun moving in defensive position behind the sand bag barricades. Higher ranked officers shouted orders but the too many people's voices overlapped so Ivan's translator wasn't able to decipher it properly. While Mazur had a brilliant mind, there was only so much he could do in two weeks.
Ivan placed down the table and chairs and sat on one end with Valaria, while leaving the other two seats open. He turned and smiled to the soldiers currently pointing their assault rifles at him as he motioned toward the empty seats.
Even though no words were spoken, everyone understood Ivan's intentions and commands began to pass through the military encampment at a rapid pace. Not long after, two individuals strolled out of the encirclement and heading toward the makeshift meeting point.
One of the Vulpes was a tall military man covered in bulging muscles and carrying a domineering atmosphere with him. The second was someone of average size, dressed in a blue formal attire somewhat like a suit, but with overlapping folds of cloth which caused his collar and cuffs to flare out.
As the two Vulpes took a seat, Ivan placed the translator on the middle of the table and began by saying, "You may call me Ivan, and this is Valeria."
The device in the middle of the table quickly relayed the words into the Vulpes language. The military officer had extremely strict discipline, and ignored the presence of Valeria as he stared intently at Ivan.
The diplomat, or perhaps a kind of feudalistic noble under Ivan's speculation, didn't have that same discipline and couldn't help cover his mouth in distaste as he glance toward her.
Valeria lowered her head in shame, feeling out of place, but Ivan lifted her chin without even looking and commented, "Chin up. You represent me, so don't ever lower your head to someone else."
"What is your purpose in coming to this planet?" The military officer said unwaveringly.
Before Ivan could even think of a response, the diplomat raised his hand and waved it at the military officer. "Now, now, don't be so abrupt with our guest. This is our first meeting with life from other planets, and he appears human too. The first thing is learning about each other, such as culture.
"What part of that appears human? Just look at his eyes!" The military officer glared at the diplomat with anger clearly present. "I represent the safety of our citizens and ensuring the elimination of any hostile threats!"
"Ehem!" Ivan cleared his throat with a smile, his deep blue '+' shaped pupils drawing in the Vulpes attention. "I can answer one at a time. It's much simpler than you think, I was merely searching for someone to put my feet down. I am currently in the process of starting a unique company unlike no other, but to do so, I happen to need both a base of operations, and a plethora of skilled employees."

(Going to be slow releases the week of 2/24 - 3/1. Slightly unwell and working all day Mon-Fri, so only expecting one chapter / 2 days)

Ivan Storme was once a billionaire, a man who ruled with money. His company operated in all sectors across Earth and was publicly renowned. However, Ivan had built most of his power with shady and illegal means, often conducting inhumane actions for the sake of profit. When this information was discovered and released to the public, he was forced to flee or face a life sentence behind bars.

With all of his past accomplishments and fortune crumbling before him and with no path of survival in front of him, Ivan took desperate measures to escape pursuit. He contacted an illegal human experimentation facility and paid all the money he had on hand to be cryogenically frozen in stasis for 200 years when the technology to revive someone from such a state existed.

When he woke up from stasis and was expecting a new life in a highly developed world filled with flying cars and holographic projections, instead he woke up to an unfamiliar environment in a completely different galaxy..

Ivan was sure of only one thing. The time he slept for was definitely not 200 years.

From the author: This has been on my mind for a long time so I have decided to put pen to paper, metaphorically. I'm currently doing an average 7ch/week + extras as I like, I will update this of any changes.
P.S. I don't proofread or edit. Doing so annoys me far more than you would be reading it. It's pretty clean already so for any typos, treat them as me testing your adaptability. ^.^ 
Comment any major errors and thou shalt be fixed

In the interrogation room of the Detective Bureau, the crowd looked at Jarvis, who was sitting in the interrogation room honestly, across a one-way soundproof window, and his expression was a little incredible.

In the public's impression, Jarvis should be the kind of wicked villain, and anything can be associated with Jarvis, but he cannot be alone with honesty.

However, the fact was that everyone broke through their glasses, and after Jarvis was liberated from the seal, it was absolutely abnormal cooperation. Whatever he did, it was incredible.

Xuan Dian said silently: "This guy doesn't look like a badass!"

Everyone heard the words and could not help but nodded, all a little embarrassed, and did not understand why a person like Jarvis would kill Niu Xiangcheng on the street.

The crowd looked at Xuan Laogua, who was examining the equipment that had been removed from Jarvis.

The language is unavailable, and interrogation cannot be interrogated. I can only expect Xuan Laogua to find some useful information from this equipment, such as where Jarvis came from, and what language was spoken.

Xuan Laogua's preparations for Jarvis's body were studied after the minutes passed, and Xuan Laogua exhaled a long breath.

Xuan Shui said immediately after seeing this: "Boss, do you know what happened? Where did the guy come from? Why has he never heard the language?"

Xuan Laogua said: "It's normal to haven't heard. He's not from our world. He comes from the sky!"

"His ~" When they heard Xuan Laogua's words, everyone couldn't help but inhale: "He's an alien? A human in the sky?"

"Well, it should be!" Xuan Laogua nodded. "I researched his equipment. All the technologies are not in our world, and the language is not the language of any life on Earth. Even the language in the record also matches. No.

Combining the above two points, more than 80% of the probability, the guy inside is from the starry sky! "

Speaking of Xuan Laogua picking up something like a wristband: "You see, this legendary energy shield is not the ability of the other party, I checked him, he should be a single-powered person, able to imitate the difference Is another extraordinary weapon.

Whether it's the Thunder Spear you saw or the long flame of fire as Xuan Zhen said, it's a change of his ability.

However, he is now at the limit of being able to imitate weapons of two different families, as to whether he can imitate weapons of other families is unknown. "

Hearing the words of Xuan Laogua, Su Yu was a little surprised. Su Yu could feel the power of the opponent when he played against Jarvis, but it was not as powerful as expected.

In terms of level, Jarvis is higher than Su Yu, but in the fight, it was clear that Jarvis had already used three abilities, but tied with Su Yu.

At that time, Su Yu thought it was caused by Jarvis's illusion back and forth using a single ability.

It now appears that Jarvis is not three capabilities at all, but one.

Everyone still believes in Xuan Laogua's judgment, so Jarvis is an alien and everyone has agreed.

Xuan Yi played with the scalpel and said, "Human race in the starry sky, oh, I don't know what is different from our structure, I really want to dissect him!"

Everyone knows very well what kind of person Xuan Yi is, so it's no wonder that Xuan Yi's words have long been.

I would like to ask, who is present, Xuan Yi does not want to dissect? The difference is which one she wants to dissect.

After everyone agreed with the aliens of Jarvis, not only did the puzzles not be solved, but they were even more confused. An alien came to Earth to kill an ordinary person?

"Boss, is there any way to communicate with the other party?" Xuan Nv said: "If he can't communicate with him, he won't know why he will kill Niu Xiangcheng. I think this is a very important reason."

Xuan Laogua said: "Of course there is a way, remember the last time of the crocodile-lizard spaceship? Although the spaceship was broken a lot, many technologies have been cracked.

One of them was to crack a language translator tool manufacturing method in the spacecraft's Smart Brain, which originally felt useless. Now it seems that the thing is prepared for today. "

"Great, my boss, did you make a language translator?" Su Yu said.

"Hahaha!" Xuan Laogua said with a smile: "It happened to be boring a few days ago, I really made one, you guys wait for me to get it now!"

Soon, Xuan Laogua came back with a few headset-like things and said, "This language translator contains almost all the languages ​​of our planet, and there are also a large number of extraterrestrial languages ​​collected by the Crocodile family. As long as the language of the person is in the collection. With this headset, you can automatically translate and communicate! "

Su Yu and others listened to Xuan Laogua's explanation and thought it was a good thing, but it looked a little embarrassing when looking at the appearance!

"Cough!" Xuan Laogua couldn't help but coughed for two channels when he noticed the eyes of the crowd: "This is just what I just do. It will be improved at that time. It will be changed to an infinite headset or embedded.

Alright, let's do it first, Xuan Zhen, Xuan Nv, you were arrested by you, and the interrogation is also handed to you!

Come, let me teach you how to use it first. This is a switch, this is an external amplifier. We can hear this when we turn it on, and it will be played in our language! "

"Okay, boss!" Su Yu took the headset.

Xuan Nv also took over, and the two were ready to walk towards the interrogation room.

"Wait a minute!" Xuan Laogua then said again: "Bring his equipment in, I haven't figured out the specific effects of some things, and you also ask about their specific uses!"

"Okay, I see!" Su Yu picked up a few pieces of Jarvis's gear and went into the interrogation room.

In the interrogation room, Jarvis was a bit bored and couldn't figure out why Su Yu and others left him in this room and ignored him.

However, he was silently shocked. At the moment when the seal was lifted, he saw many extraordinary people, many of whom were not weaker than him. He was fortunate that he had surrendered. If he hardens, he feels that he may already be Break into scum.

Shocked and relieved.

It is a good thing for him to have an extraordinary life on this planet, at least someone can work with him to deal with the snake of destruction.

As for whether Su Yu and others will cooperate with him, Jarvis has 100% confidence.

As long as the harmfulness of the snake of destruction is mentioned, no one will choose not to cooperate, and he has already experienced such things several times.

 
Just as Jarvis thought about how to communicate with Su Yu and others, the door was opened.

When you look up at the stars, have you ever thought that there is a monster looking at you?

When you pass by someone, have you ever thought that it cast greedy eyes on your flash and blood?

Humans are not alone, monsters are around us.

When the real understanding, in the eyes of man, man and dog is a kind of relationship, Daulson is a little lost, but fortunately, it is a very clever dog, it knows that if they will feel lost to something, then the solution is to change this matter, how can it be changed? Daulson thought of knowledge, and perhaps when he had a certain amount of knowledge, there would be great scientific inventions, and then it would change, so, for a long time after that, for a few years, Daulson would often be at The New Star. Town's largest library, IQ library inside to find some books on science to read, fortunately, in charge of the IQ library is a very friendly old man, the reason why he is very friendly, because even if he saw a teddy dog want to read in the library, but also willing to let it in, Of course, when the teddy dog Daulson first wanted to enter the library, the old man Ma Huateng also really cross-examined for a while, Ma Huateng certainly not "Subject", so he was the first time to take a teddy dog into the IQ library Of Conte to cross-examine.

Ma Huateng: Welcome, I'm saying I welcome you, Dr. Conte, and as far as you bring this little guy, although I'm happy to say hello to it, even if I'm willing to bend over, hold its paws in my hand, or touch its hairy head gently with my hand, to show that I love it, But this is the library, so I do not welcome this little guy into the library, I believe many people do not welcome this little guy into the library!

Conte: What if it's a very sensible dog? Like a very sensible child, it knows that you can't shout when you enter the library!

Ma Huateng: Is that hypothetical?

Conte: Actually, I can talk to it, and I can say to it now, be quiet in the library! Wow, wow! Wow, wow!

Ma Huateng: I've seen reports before that you've invented a new language that can be directly talked to your dog, and when I saw it, I thought you were fooling around, but now I understand, because the "wow" sound you're making, the dog can make it, And it's not very difficult, so I can understand that humans can communicate with their dogs in a new language, a sound message that both sides can send.

Conte: Thank you for understanding it, so can we go in now?

Ma Huateng: No problem, you can go into the library!

Conte: Thank you!

The clever Daulson had a great goal, so hard it was that it became the first of all dogs to be able to study in a human university, and by virtue of one of its own inventions, it successfully obtained the diploma of Kantan University, the leading institution in human society. Its invention is called a binary language translator, through which humans can talk directly to dogs, because the binary language translator first translates the human language into "Subject" and then translates "Subject" into dog language, of course, It can also be translated first into dog language as "Subject" and then "Subject" into human language, which was done almost instantaneously, so at Kantan University's graduation ceremony, Daulson was given the opportunity to work with two of his human classmates, Sazhna and Liu. Hai and her human tutor, Professor Lisa, gave an interesting speech.

Daulson: As the first dog to stand on the podium at Kantan University, and the first to stand on the catwalk, i'm honored to be the first to stand on the catwalk at Kantan University!

Sazhna: It's a teddy dog, yes, but it's more of a good friend of mine, and it's the same status in my mind as Liu Hai in my mind, he's all my good friends, but if one day he (it) is two of them in the water, I can only save one, I'll choose to save the teddy dog Daulson because it's easy to get! As for Liu Hai, he may need to lose weight, if after he fell into the water, I choose to save him, then it is possible that I will not only save him, even I have to be burdened by him!

Liu Hai: Fortunately, I can swim, and this question is a pseudo-proposition, and there is no need to answer, today, we are about to graduate, yes, everyone in the presence of wearing a black hat, all graduate, congratulations, of course, I most want to congratulate the one is not a person, It's the teddy dog Daulson, but now the big guys call it the science dog Daulson, because the scientific dog Daulson invented Binary Translator, so it has made extraordinary achievements in its career.

Lisa: Even a teddy dog can be successful, so we should work harder, don't think we'll be able to relax, as long as we're alive, we should go forward and try to move up.

Daulson: Maybe because I was born a teddy dog, every morning, when I get in the mirror, I look at myself and say, I can't waste today, because every dog's life is not very long, from life to death, long is twenty or thirty years, directly short, Also ten years, of course, there are only a few months or even a few days to leave the world, it is precisely because I remind myself every day, today may be my last day of life, so I must work today, must rely on faith, unswervingly go down, when is the end? There is no end, because as long as I am alive today, I will struggle today!

Sazhna: If today, we are leaving the world, then, I think we will not have a lucky mentality, today's things to do, today will certainly go to complete, rather than wait until tomorrow to do, because tomorrow there will be no chance, so, grasp today, believe tomorrow, dream in the day after tomorrow, We can all realize our own dreams!

Liu Hai: But even the day after then, we have fulfilled each of our dreams, and we have to be in vain.

Lisa: If you are thirsty, if you are stupid, you will study your life and work hard for your life.

"Okay, then we will directly contact Professor Wang. I have a translator with me here right now, who is very good at translating Chinese into Korean. I will ask him to translate this book."
"Is that translator good at the Chinese language?"
"Not only the Chinese language. He speaks Korean fluently too."
"Korean language?"
"The translator studied in China. He is also a writer. His novel was once selected for an award as well. He is currently teaching the Chinese language in a college. For the translation work from Chinese into Korean, a translator needs to know not just the Chinese language but also the Korean language."
"Hmm. I see. All other books started being translated already? Since you made a contract with an agency for those books."
"That's right. The process of publishing a book is quicker if we do it through an agency. They proceed with all the necessary steps on behalf of us. However, as to the Professor Jien Wang's book, we have to take care of everything; we will even have to go to a bank to send the money to be paid in advance to Professor Jien Wang to China."
"I see."
"The Japanese books that we are publishing with the help of an agency are light read books with small pages, which are easy to read. The translation for those books won't take long."
"What about Professor Wang's book? Will it take long to translate?"
"That book is more like a scholarly book. The translation will take about two months."
"I see. Well, I am not familiar with the publishing business, so I am heavily counting on you, President Shin."
"Thank you."
 
Gun-Ho was sitting on his chair in his office, and he was thinking quietly with his eyes closed.
'I formed a publishing company—GH Media—sort of on impulse because I had adequate workers for that business: Jae-Sik and the workers from the design company. I am not sure if the company will generate enough revenue though. I invested 300 million won in that company, and I wonder if that money will vanish in a short period of time. Seukang Li is now the director of the bureau of cultural affairs in Shanghai, China, and he has the power in the field, including publishing books and media. I wonder if there will be an opportunity for me to do something using my connection with him.'
 
Gun-Ho couldn't think of anything for now, that would bring him some profit using his connection with Seukang Li.
"Well, there is nothing much I can do other than to rely on President Jeong-Sook Shin, who is known to have the hand of Midas in the publishing industry."
Gun-Ho then chuckled.
"The hand of Midas? The real hand of Midas should be my hand, I suppose."
 
Gun-Ho then thought of the joint venture opportunity with Dyeon.
'I am moving my current factory in Asan City to Jiksan Town and establish Dyeon Korea at the current location by investing in kind. Once I form a new company—Dyeon Korea—I will have to invest funds in it again. Would 3 million dollars be enough? Dyeon America probably invested in kind with old equipment and valued it at a high price.'
 
Gun-Ho continued to think while having a cup of coffee.
'I will tell them that we shouldn't name the company Dyeon Korea. The company will target the entire Asian market. If other companies which buy our products name their company as Dyeon China, Dyeon Indonesia, or Dyeon Taiwan, that would be overwhelming. I will name the company GH Chemical instead. Its products are a sort of synthetic resins; I guess I can add the word 'Chemical' to the company name. The problem is whether those Americans would approve the name—GH Chemical?'
 
Gun-Ho started having a headache. He wanted to get some fresh air and get some rest. He headed to Dujeong Town in Cheonan City and went into a massage shop behind the Lotte Mart.
"This is so good. I feel so relaxed."
 
After having a massage and while he was walking out of the massage shop, Gun-Ho gave a call to Director Yoon who had been working at the new factory construction site in Jiksan Town.
"Why don't we have lunch together today?"
The two men went to a Galbi* restaurant called Gyeongbuk Palace. Money was good. Gun-Ho had nice food all the time, and he could get a massage whenever he felt like it. He was living large.
 
Gun-Ho received a call from Suk-Ho Lee from Geyongridan Street. It was the first time in a long time.
"You have been busy, right? I am just calling you to hear your voice."
"How's your honeymoon life? Aren't you having a baby yet?"
"Speaking of which, I decided to expand my business."
"Expanding to where?"
"I saw a nice place in Itaewon Town."
"Oh, really? You will do fine since you are good at business."
"But I am a bit short on funds to expand my bar. Are you willing to invest about 200 million won in my business?"
"Haha. I don't invest in anything; especially between friends. If things go well, that would be great, but if things don't go well, I might lose a friend. I don't risk that."
"Umm… If you say so…"
"Also, I don't handle funds myself. My company's accounting department handles all financial related matters."
"What about you personally invest in my business?"
"I don't have personal money. I put everything I had into the company when I bought the company. I am on a payroll just like any other employees."
"Really? I thought you would invest some in my bar business."
"I'm sorry that I couldn't. I know it wasn't easy for you to ask me for it. Why don't we have a drink or something?"
"Actually, Won-Chul Jo called me and suggested having a gathering sometime soon."
"Sure. Let's get together. It has been a while since I saw you guys."
 
Once Gun-Ho got off the phone with Suk-Ho, he talked to himself decisively.
"I have more than 200 billion won in my stock account. However, I will never be involved in a personal monetary dealing with anybody. I am sorry but I can't spend my money on anyone even though someone is dying. When I worked at a factory, no one lent me even 100,000 won. Whenever I asked someone to borrow money, they would ask me how come I couldn't even borrow 100,000 won from somewhere else. I will never spend my money on anyone, never ever."
 
Gun-Ho then yelled loudly while looking up at the sky,
"I won't spend even a penny to anyone! Never! Ever!"
 
Several days passed when Gun-Ho received another call from Suk-Ho Lee from Gyeongridan Street again.
"Gun-Ho? I talked with Won-Chul. We will meet at Gangnam Station next Saturday. You are coming, right?"
"Gangnam Station?"
"Yeah. I actually wanted to meet in Itaewon Town, but some of them complained that it wasn't a convenient place for them to come. I think they are all the same: Itaewon Town and Gangnam Station. Don't you think?"
"Oh, that's good. Jae-Sik is working in a publishing company close to Gangnam Station. I will ask him to find a good place for us all to meet around the area."
"Jae-Sik is working for a publishing company?"
"Yeah. It's a start-up company. He is working as a chief editor there."
"Really? Well, I received the high school alumni directory book, so does everyone else. I guess he is not a swindler after all."
"No, he is not at all. He is a very earnest man. You guys just don't know."
Gun-Ho thought that his high school friends didn't have someone to bully anymore, and they might feel bored by now.
 
Note*
Galbi — Korean grilled beef ribs.

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

But the next few days changed that. New people arrived, carrying their own tablets and the air of scholars. Instead of entering the prisoner's chambers, they sat outside, lowering a layer of the golden barriers so that sound could pass freely. Each of the three had their own technique for learning the language as fast as possible, now that they were no longer fighting just to be spoken to. Simon, master of systems and structures, focused on grammar, drawing diagrams to help him identify the basic building blocks of the language. Chandra was the best artist of the group and had her translator describe the images on her tablet. It took more time for Arianna to get her translator to understand her meaning, but soon enough she was sitting happily, listening to the scholar tell story after story from memory.

The only one of the trio who had actually studied language was Simon, and he used this to his advantage, masking his growing understanding of their language by using simpler language and asking more questions than he needed. He felt especially vulnerable as the most suspicious of the group. Though he warned both Chandra and Arianna of this worry, Chandra was progressing at a slower pace than the other two and wasn't drawing much attention anyway. Arianna, however, didn't listen. 

She started asking questions as soon as she got enough of a handle on their language to do so. She learned that they called themselves Asgardians, that they held a long and proud history of battles hard fought by famed and powerful warriors, and that their magic was like her own - it did its work through both careful control and intuitive understanding. But, as Simon feared, her perfect pronunciation of childlike sentences indeed drew suspicion, and after 3 weeks of linguistic development, the scholars stopped coming. Instead, the calm interrogator from before returned; but this time, she went straight to Arianna's cell.

She watched her with an iron gaze, which she returned stubbornly, though with less intensity.

"Why are you and your friends here?"

"It was an accident. We don't wanna be here too."

 "How did you come here?"

"It was an accident! I don't know."

"What realm do you come from?"

She paused a moment. She wasn't sure yet which realm, if any, would serve as their template origin - that is, the place where, in simple terms, they would have been born if they had been born in this world.

"I don't know. A place with mortals."

The woman gave a slight start. "Midgard?"

"Maybe. Does Midgard has seas, and trees, and lots of peoples?"

"You mean people?" she asked.

She frowned slightly, looking for a better word, and gave up. "No, peoples. Same people but different ways to doing things. Many battles."

Understanding dawned on her face. "The mortals of Midgard are indeed quite divided amongst themselves, yes."

"What?"

"Yes." Then she frowned. "You are no human. You obviously have natural magic."

She shook her head emphatically. "I am human though. We are human!"

She scoffed. "Why must you continue with these lies? You and your fellows were caught trespassing in the royal palace in the dead of night and yet you still uphold this farce." Her eyes burned. "We have no patience for such insolence. Confess or suffer for your foolishness."

"I can't!" Arianna's voice nearly cracked from frustration. "I want you to trust us! What can I do? I will do anything!"

"Anything?" The woman sat back in his chair, but her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched for her response.

"Kind of," she admitted. "I won't die or something."

"I see. So you would be willing to undergo something quite... strenuous, even painful, to prove your innocence?" She leaned forward again, the better to lock Arianna's gaze down with her own.

Arianna steeled her own gaze to meet it squarely. "I will prove our innocence with any way I can."

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