# 592
Chapter 593 – Praise the God of Magic
Seeing Yuzuri Nana point at the door, Lin Qiye roughly understood her intention and reached out to close the container door.
The container had no windows; once the door shut, the whole space plunged into darkness. A moment later, a tiny light flared, illuminating half the interior.
Beside Yuzuri Nana, a small bulb was wired to a battery box. Warm light spilled from the filament, forming a soft halo.
Lin Qiye stood by the door, surprised.
From her clothes he’d already guessed her family was poor, but he never imagined she had no home at all—only this derelict container shared with an old woman.
A cold draft slipped through a crack, and the old woman in the wooden chair shivered. Yuzuri Nana immediately lifted a blanket from the mattress and draped it gently over her.
“Grandma Tsuru, are you cold?” she whispered.
Grandma Tsuru smiled. “I’m fine, not cold… go look after our guest.”
Yuzuri Nana tucked the blanket in, nodded, turned to Lin Qiye, hesitated as if to speak, then walked to a corner, rummaged through a pile of cartons, and pulled out a pen and a sheet of paper.
Lin Qiye’s eyelid twitched.
He could already guess what she planned to do…
But even if she wrote it down, he couldn’t read it. Right now he could still pretend to be deaf; once she handed him the note he couldn’t play the idiot too.
His brain raced.
He’d considered leaving to avoid exposing himself as an outsider, but he knew nothing of local customs, laws, or common sense. Wandering alone might bring trouble.
For the moment, staying was safer.
Then, as if struck by inspiration, he sank his consciousness into the Asylum of the Gods.
……
Asylum of the Gods.
Lord Baylor.
White-coated Lin Qiye strode through the hospital, calling for the pug. No answer.
He pondered, then shouted: “Let’s go jellyfishing, SpongeBob!”
Whoosh—!
A yellow blur leapt from the roof. The pug landed, forelegs on hips, standing upright in an elegant tailcoat, barking excitedly.
“Great! Let’s go jellyfishing!”
Lin Qiye’s mouth twitched. He patted the pug’s head. “Spit out Lord Baylor first.”
The pug opened its mouth—ptui!
A golden bug, mixed with drool, plopped to the floor, looking utterly done with life.
Lin Qiye grimaced, summoned a jet of water to rinse it, then lifted it.
“Any quick way to master the language of the fog?”
He clearly remembered that Bell Cranel, before reaching Great Xia, had been a mystery born in London’s fog, self-taught in English and Chinese. Maybe it could help him pick up Japanese instantly.
“Learn a language?” Lord Baylor mumbled dazedly. “Isn’t it easy? Just listen, watch, practice.”
“I need to master it in five seconds.”
“…Are you asleep or am I?”
Lin Qiye silently stuffed Baylor back into the pug’s mouth and sighed.
Looks like no shortcut. Do I have to grind it out? I don’t have time.
Learning a language isn’t instant. Unless you’re a god and can bypass words, communicating directly through thought, you must slog step by step.
Baylor crawled out again. “If you’re too dumb, I can learn it first, then teach you.”
Lin Qiye: …
He shoved Baylor back in, patted the pug’s head, and smiled. “Good boy, go eat jellyfish in the toilet. All you want.”
Woof!
The pug dashed for the toilet, Baylor’s despairing whimpers echoing from its jaws.
Lin Qiye dusted his coat and sighed again.
“Director, you seem troubled.”
Merlin approached from the corridor, hood huge, bowl of sesame paste in hand, smiling.
“Mr. Merlin.” Lin Qiye nodded politely. “I am… in a bind.”
He explained. Merlin’s brows rose, a grin tugging at his lips.
“Master a language quickly? Difficult?”
“I’m short on time.”
“Two seconds is enough.” Merlin sipped. “Language Comprehension is entry-level causality magic. It skips consciousness, expresses meaning directly; listeners hear it auto-translated. Once cast, you’ll speak every tongue.”
Lin Qiye’s eyes lit. “I’m in soul-form; will it work?”
“Precisely what it’s made for.”
“Then please, Mr. Merlin.”
See the gap? Baylor vs. Merlin—gods really have tricks.
“Lucky you met me; few deities could manage.” Merlin raised his staff; a glimmer touched Lin Qiye’s forehead.
“Magic may not hit hardest, but it’s the most useful.”
The light flowed in. Lin Qiye felt a barrier shatter, clarity flooding his mind.
Low causality spell: Language Comprehension.
Two seconds later he opened his eyes; the spell rooted deep in his soul.
Languages were now trivial. Back in school, he could ace any language exam with eyes shut.
He smiled sincerely at Merlin and spoke:
“Praise the God of Magic.”