A week later. Mage City, Alden Royal Capital.
Dressed in a fine but inconspicuous linen robe, Allen sat by the window on the second floor of a street-side tavern.
"Common language parsing at 99.6% completion," Jarvis reported to him. "Thirteen dialects identified, and a religious terminology database has been archived separately.
"Now loading the simultaneous interpretation module."
Outside the window was a bustling street. The noise, which just a second ago sounded like a cacophony of unintelligible chirping, instantly became clear and comprehensible. The drawl of drunkards, the jargon of merchant caravans, the slang of mercenaries, and the shouts of street vendors all flooded into his mind.
He could now even use the most authentic eastern rural accent of the Alden Kingdom to complain about this year's wheat prices with the farmers downstairs.
