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Belle's Point Of View* I was here at Reed's Company, and I saw a man standing on the side, and he was just wearing tourist clothes. But how did the tourists get here? This is not a mall, is it? This is a private company and no one can easily get into Reed's company. I approached the guards because they looked like they were struggling while talking to a foreigner man. I see that it is always scratching its head because of the problem. "What's going on here, Sir?" "Oh, Belle, thank God that you're here. We don't understand what he's trying to say. Maybe you have an idea of what he's saying. "What is his language?" "I can't figure out if it's German. I can't guess because I didn't really understand him." "Nobody knows how to speak German here." German... Well, even I don't know it!