The adventures of Tintin, Malory and Snowy.

King Ottokar's Sceptre. (Final)

(A/n: So this might be a short chapter. So... we're probably going to have another special before the next book. Enjoy!)

Language Barrier.

Malory POV:

After a while of walking, the two farmers finally got us to a nearby village and showed us the police station.

"Police! Quick, it's an emergancy!" Tintin immediately exclaimed as we approached two startled policemen, who were resting against the wall of the house, smoking.

They looked at us in confusion.

"English? You speak English?" Tintin tried. They didn't reply but one of them turned to his friend.

"Umnudaski, Ichkis kernami niaderano." He said as if to prove the point, they didn't understand us.

"Come on! Such a big country and NO ONE speaks English?" I finally bursted.

And as if that's all it took, another policeman, who seemed like he's in charge, stepped out of the station.

"Nia dovers kan?" He asked his friends but it was Tintin who answered.

 "Please, we're trying to find somebody who speaks English!" Tintin tried again, looking a bit hopeless and expecting this policeman to not understand him too.

But much to our surprise:

"I speak a little." He replied in a slow English, making us smile.

"You've got to help us! Some theives are trying to steal the Ottokar's Sceptre!" Tintin explained.

The man frowned.

"The Ottokar's Sceptre?" He asked slowly as if to make sure.

"Yes!" Tintin confirmed.

"Botzker who hair Sceptre non Ottokar!" He told his friends, and I didn't need his friends' laughter to understand that he doesn't believe us.

"Look, we've got proof!" I finally said in anger at how they brush Tintin off like that, shutting them up as I reached for my inner pocket and held out the notebook we found to the chief.

He took it and opened it, his confusion immediately changed into shock as he flipped through some pages before closing it.

"I will call the palace." He said in seriousness.

Tintin POV:

"Pishka! Niet. Bratzka nownitzke for taponopska!" We watched as the captain talked in the phone as we sat in his office.

"What is your name?" He asked us as he covered the mouthpiece, unsure if he asked it right.

"Tintin." I replied and looked at Malory to signal her to say her name.

"Malory." She said.

"Naponoptz brantzkano TiN-Tin eir Ma Lory." He said and he finished the call with, "Niet."

"What did the palace say?" I asked eagerly.

"The king's aide has agreed to meet with you both. You must leave for Klow immediately." He instructed us.

"Great!" Malory and I sighed in relief.

No One POV:

Right after that, a phone back at Brussels rang in a Scotland Yard's office.

"Hello?" Thomson asked as he answered.

"Detectives? This is Malory, Tintin and I are convinced the Professor we've accompanied to Syldavia is an imposter. The real professor must still be there! You have to find him, we're sure he's in danger!" Malory insturcted her friends.