Chapter 593

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Chapter 593: Praise of the God of Magic

Lin Qiye saw Yuzhina pointing at the door and roughly understood his intention, reaching out to close the container door.

The container had no windows, and as soon as the door was shut, the entire space was plunged into darkness. Just then, a small light flickered on, illuminating part of the container.

Next to Yuzhina, a small light bulb was connected to a nearby battery pack, emitting a warm glow that formed a halo.

Lin Qiye stood at the door, somewhat surprised.

From her clothing, he could tell that the girl’s family background was not very good, but he never expected that she had no place to live and had to stay in this old container with an elderly woman.

A cool breeze seeped through the gaps in the container, causing the old woman sitting on a wooden chair to shiver. Yuzhina immediately picked up a blanket from the mattress and gently covered her.

“Grandma Tsuru, are you cold?” she asked softly.

Grandma Tsuru smiled, “It’s fine, I’m not cold… You go attend to your guest.”

After covering the blanket, Yuzhina nodded and turned to Lin Qiye, seemingly wanting to say something. After hesitating for a moment, she walked to the corner of the container and pulled out a pen and a piece of paper from a pile of cardboard boxes.

Seeing this, Lin Qiye’s eyelids twitched.

He had already vaguely guessed what the girl was trying to do…

But even if she wrote something on the paper, he wouldn’t understand it. He could still pretend to be deaf, but when she showed him what she wrote, he couldn’t pretend to be a fool, could he?

Lin Qiye’s mind raced.

He had considered leaving to avoid exposing his identity as an outsider, but he wasn’t very familiar with the way of life, laws, and common sense here. Walking outside alone might cause unnecessary trouble.

Given the current situation, it was safer to stay here.

At that moment, Lin Qiye seemed to think of something and immediately sank his consciousness into the Divine Mental Hospital in his mind.

…

Divine Mental Hospital.

Beleye.

Wearing a white coat, Lin Qiye walked briskly through the hospital, searching for the pug’s whereabouts. He called out a couple of times, but no one responded.

After pondering for a moment, he changed his call: “Let’s go catch jellyfish, SpongeBob!”

Whoosh—!!

A yellow blur suddenly leaped down from the rooftop. The pug stood on its hind legs, its front paws on its hips, wearing an elegant tailcoat, excitedly barking twice.

“Great! Let’s go catch jellyfish!”

Lin Qiye’s mouth twitched. He reached out to pat the pug’s head and said, “First, spit out Beleye.”

The pug opened its mouth and spat onto the ground.

A small golden bug mixed with its saliva was ejected, wearing a look of despair.

Lin Qiye’s face showed disgust as he waved his hand to summon a stream of water to wash it away, then picked it up and asked:

“Do you have a quick way to master the language in the mist?”

Lin Qiye clearly remembered that before arriving in Daxia, Beleye was a mysterious entity born from the London mist, having self-taught English and Chinese before coming here.

Perhaps it could help him quickly master Japanese as well.

“Learning a language? That’s easy,” Beleye said, sounding dazed. “Just watch, listen, and practice more.”

“I need to master it in five seconds.”

“…Are you awake, or am I not awake?”

Lin Qiye silently stuffed Beleye back into the pug’s mouth and sighed deeply.

It seemed that Beleye had no quick solution either; he would still have to learn bit by bit… but he didn’t have that much time.

Learning a language was never something that could be done overnight, unless one could transcend the language barrier like a deity and communicate directly through divine thought. Otherwise, one could only learn step by step.

Beleye struggled to crawl out of the pug’s mouth. “If you think you’re not smart enough, I can go learn it first and then come back to teach you.”

Lin Qiye: …

Once again, Lin Qiye stuffed Beleye back into the pug’s mouth, patted the pug’s head, and smiled, saying:

“Good boy, go eat some jellyfish in the bathroom, go ahead.”

Woof!

The pug excitedly stood up, sprinting towards the corner bathroom, and faintly, one could hear Beleye’s desperate whimpering from its mouth.

Lin Qiye patted his white coat and sighed again.

“Your Excellency, it seems you’ve encountered a problem.”

Merlin, wearing a large hat, slowly walked over from the other end of the corridor, holding a bowl of sesame paste, smiling as he spoke.

“Lord Merlin,” Lin Qiye replied politely, “I have indeed encountered a problem…”

Lin Qiye explained his current issue, and Merlin raised his eyebrows slightly, a smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.

“Quickly mastering a language? Is that really so difficult?”

“I don’t have much time.”

“Two seconds is enough.” Merlin said leisurely. “Language mastery is merely an entry-level magic of the causality system. It allows consciousness to transcend the spirit itself and express in another form. Different people will automatically translate it into different languages upon hearing it. As long as you are given this magic, you will essentially master all the languages in the world.”

Lin Qiye’s eyes lit up. “Right now, I’m just in a spiritual state. Can I accept this magic?”

“Of course, this magic is specifically cast on the soul itself.”

“Then I’ll leave it to you, Lord Merlin.”

Lin Qiye smiled as he spoke.

“What is the difference?”

“Look at Beleye, then look at Merlin… Deities truly have their own strengths.”

“Fortunately, you met me. If it were any other deity, they wouldn’t be able to help you with this.” Merlin slowly raised his magic wand, the tip glowing faintly, and gently tapped Lin Qiye’s forehead.

“As I said, magic may not be the most powerful force, but it is the most practical.”

The faint light surged from the tip of Merlin’s wand into Lin Qiye’s mind. In that instant, Lin Qiye felt as if something in his mind had been shattered, an unprecedented clarity washing over him.

Causality system low-level magic, “Language Mastery.”

The faint light lasted only two seconds. When Lin Qiye opened his eyes again, this magic had deeply rooted itself in his soul.

Language was no longer a challenge for him. Now, if he returned to school for an exam, he could score full marks in language even with his eyes closed.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he looked at Merlin and sincerely said:

“Praise the God of Magic.”