‘Ah, so it was because of the beast language,’ thought Darryl.

He smiled and said, “Actually, about that, I came up with the term beast language myself. I was born with this ability, so I don’t know if….”

He was gazing at Madame Pandora and lost his train of thought. Another ten seconds passed by before he snapped out of it. ‘Sh*t, is she going to get angry?”

He observed her expression closely and discovered to his surprise, that she was not angry and had even adjusted herself to present herself in the most beautiful posture. At this, Darryl involuntarily swallowed. ‘She’ll be the death of me.’

Madame Pandora sighed lightly. “So one needs to be born with it? Bummer. I thought anyone could learn it. I was hoping you could teach me, but it seems like that’s never going to happen. Anyways, at the end of the day, you’re still a rare talent in the whole of the Golden Lion Principality. It is a real honor to have you here at my manor.”

She then got up from the couch, poured two glasse