It Started with Slime - Part 1

Chapter 74 - Language Savant

Earth Languages

Swahili

53.5%

Earth Languages

Mandarin

44.5%

Earth Languages

German

44.5%

Earth Languages

Dutch

43.5%

Earth Languages

Japanese

43.5%

Earth Languages

Italian

44.5%

Earth Languages

Spanish

44.5%

Earth Languages

Tamil

44.5%

Blorenar Languages

Darfan

44.5%

Things in the languages department were definitely shaping up nicely. Would he be a master of languages soon? Yes, I think I will; thank you!

All of this deliberation had clouded Aarav's mind making him lose focus on the men in front of him. Refocusing, the Slime saw that they were still talking, Rion and Haemish, different names and potentially another sign that he had come to another world? He hadn't heard names like that before. But just because he hadn't heard them before didn't mean that didn't exist in the old world. People could have all kinds of names. Also, it's probably not as much of a sign as the system notifications and stats I keep getting, he thought with amusement.

"...once we get to Cbierefh, you mean?" Rion was concentrating on the older man who Aarav now knew to be called Haemish.

"Yes, that's right. I am just thinking what we could-" damn it! Turn back around. I can't read your lips if you turn away from me! "..thinking about the experiments we can try..." and again... "...seen anything like this...." Aarav gave up trying to understand the full speech this old fart was spewing and tried to make sense of what he was hearing. After the burst of language knowledge, he had gained an understanding what these captors of his were saying was a piece of cake. Also, he could focus more easily on eating through the bottom of the jar with his claustrophobia not taking over his splintered mind.

The fifteen minutes that it had taken for them to catch him before he plummeted to his death and then held him and put him into this jar before taking off had bought them up to "cruising altitude". Keeping level instead of climbing allows a little more leeway for moving around without being in danger of falling. The jar was firmly wedged between Haemish's thighs so was now not in any danger of shifting; however, while rising, it had been a little rough the man had needed to make several minor adjustments while riding. The feeling of falling while trapped, Aarav was happy to note, did not make you any less nauseous whether you were a person or a Slime.

Being subjected to this type of slow torture was not his idea of fun. Obviously, these people could not know his history and past life and Aarav wasn't an idiot. Every time in those stories where the main character was reborn, and they decided to tell someone. It inevitably ended in death or in some kind of disaster and a lot of experimentation. Scientists were nothing if not curious. It's fine. Once I get out of this see-through cage, I am out of here! I have a forest to run after all!

Aarav thought about talking to the man and discarded the idea about fifty times over the next hour. It was so tempting to just start spouting intellectual drivel and see what the man would make of an intellectual talking Slime, that would be the day, but prudence won out. It didn't make sense to show all his cards before necessary. The windfall in Language Connoisseur made the task something trivial now, so it was a much more real possibility than when he first thought to do it, hence the greater temptation to speak up.