nbsp; "No one told you to prepare my food?" Qingchen said coldly: "So you don't have to prepare it?" The air pressure in the slave dormitory suddenly dropped. Qingchen came to the foreman and gently lifted it with one hand.
The opponent's collar lifted the opponent into the air.
He allowed the other party to struggle, but his palms were as firm as a pair of iron pincers.
He sneered and said: "If you want to stand in line, you have to see if you are qualified. What qualifications do you have to stand in line?"
The foreman's face turned red with worry: "You dare to kill people in the Marquis Manor?"
Qingchen wondered: "Why don't you dare? You are just slaves.
The slave next to him panicked and hurriedly explained: "You used to eat noodles in other places, but here we only have rough protein bars, which are hard for you to swallow. If we prepare slave food for you rashly, you will also feel that we
It's offensive. Don't embarrass us, there's nothing we can do about it.
Qingchen asked: "You are responsible for cooking for others, why didn't you leave mine?
"The officers of the Red Blood Team won't let me.
What they didn't say was that the Red Blood Team had hinted in their words that the butler might not be able to come back alive from the battlefield.
Qingchen has the hearing ability blessed by dragon fish, so of course he knows what the other party is planning. His dark thought is that it would be best if Qingchen could resign in advance, so as to save them from trapping him and leaving evidence in the future. In the end, he was killed by Marquis Kennedy
Blame.
In the face of interests, he will do anything he can.
Of course, seven B-level elite warriors really don't need to take their housekeeper too seriously.
Qingchen threw the foreman aside and picked up the protein bar on the table. With the development of science and technology in the Eastern and Western Continents, protein bars have become a common staple food.
He took a bite and found to his surprise that the food tasted even worse than the one from the Eastern Continent Federation. It was like chewing a candle.
Qingchen spit it out with a cold snort and threw the protein bar to the ground.
A slave whispered: "The officers of the Red Blood Team said, steward, you can go back to your home and wait, and they will notify you when they need to gather.
Qingchen sneered: "It's too much to bully someone!"
After saying that, he turned around and left the slave dormitory and walked outside the manor.
The butler also has his own property outside the manor, a 'mansion' of more than 200 square meters.
He was a laborer, not Marquis Kennedy's slave. In order to thank him, the Marquis specially sent a sum of money.
Storm City is divided into fourteen districts.
Shangqi District can only be purchased by citizens and is located in the city center.
The Lower Seventh District is home to free people and slaves. It is the largest slave market in the entire city. The black market is also there, with a mixture of good and bad.
The importance of status can be seen here. Although the housekeeper works at the Marquis Kennedy estate and even saved the Marquis' life, the house must be bought in the Lower Seventh District.
Therefore, the housekeeper seldom goes back to the house in the lower seventh district on weekdays. He hates it there.
Even though his house was in District 8, one of the rare mansions in the entire slum area, he still hated it, as if it was a constant reminder that he was still a lowly free citizen.
In addition, the steward is now a free citizen at level 6, which is far from the level of a citizen.
Of course, the housekeeper hates it there, so what does it have to do with Qingchen?
Qingchen wished he could leave the Kennedy Manor quickly so that no one would keep an eye on him every day! Moreover, he had never had a chance to go out since arriving in Storm City, and now everything was fulfilled.
For him, he felt that after the Red Blood Team appeared, his life gradually began to become better!
When Qingchen walked out of the manor, someone in the dark immediately followed him, silently monitoring his every move.
Qingchen seemed unaware of this.
In the manor.
The foreman picked up the protein bar, wiped it, stuffed it in his mouth, and went out while eating.
When he came to Biejian's door, Hei Hei stood on the steps and asked condescendingly: "Has he eaten?" The foreman shook his head: "No, he threw it on the ground.
"Doesn't he have any intention of coming to settle accounts with me?" Black asked with a smile.
The foreman quickly flattered him: "How dare he? You are all the most elite warriors under the Marquis. Why should he settle accounts with you? Even if you give him some courage, he wouldn't dare.
"I know, go back. I won't take you with me to the battlefield this time. Don't worry, that's it," Black waved his hand.
When a noble like Lan Shan goes to the battlefield, he must bring slaves to serve him in daily life. The survival rate of such slaves on the battlefield is extremely low, and not all slaves are willing to change their fate, so they must find a way not to go to the battlefield at this time.
What slaves do.
The foreman dared to stand in line because of this matter.
Hei Hei looked at the sky outside the manor and sneered. This housekeeper was too easy to drive away. He would go home as soon as he was told.
The Storm Duke's summons order will come out suddenly and the time for urgent gathering will be two hours at most. Therefore, if the people on the soldier roster exceed the time limit, they will definitely be dealt with by military law and sent to a military court by Black Spider.
At that time, he would not inform the butler of the gathering time. The butler might fall asleep and wake up and miss the gathering time.
Black returns to Biejianli.
Lan Shan was eating, and while he was smearing butter on the bread, he asked Hei Hei: "Hei Hei, do you have an account for Superconducting World?
Black nodded: "We are all members of the Storm Guild.
Lan Shan's eyes lit up: "Hey, with your skills, you must be very successful in the superconducting world. I just bought the profession of Master Lei Lu, can you help me practice leveling?"
Hei Hei smiled and said: "Young Master has a request, of course we will comply with it. I have been promoted to B level in the superconducting world, and the other teammates are also C level. It will be absolutely no problem to help you level up.
In a dungeon with ten thousand people, there is only one S-level combat master and two A-level combatants, which is enough to show how difficult it is to upgrade.
Therefore, the black B-level is already very powerful. After all, death in the superconducting world means deletion of the account, and you can start over once you practice.
Lan Shan asked happily: "Then if you take me to level up, how long will it take for you to take me to level B?
Black thought for a while: "In two months at most, let's go to Dungeon 182, which is the leveling point of the Storm Guild. There are gopher groups and wild boar groups that breed very fast.
Lan Shan was a little disappointed: "It's still two months away. Look at that white man's light, he's been promoted to level A in just two days. I took a look at the monthly total points rankings, and he's almost entering the top ten."
Black shook his head: "Young Master, that kind of person is a genius, and he has found a specially upgraded copy. We can't compare. However, this time the Storm Guild has formulated an encirclement and suppression plan against him, and we are all required to go online in six days.
Even if he can pass the battle, his account will be deleted and he will be retrained after he comes out.
"Ah, is that so?" Lan Shan was stunned for a moment: "Let's go, let's go to the superconducting world, and you can help me level up.
Black Tea asked calmly: "Young Master, the housekeeper is also a master. He should be very good in the superconducting world. He didn't take you to level up before?
Lan Shan waved his hand: "Don't mention it. He always conflicts with people in the superconducting world. His account has been deleted more than ten times, and his level has never been higher than D. He can't help me, so it's up to you.
The corners of the black mouth were slightly raised.
At this time, the new driver found the slave dormitory and asked casually: "How did the housekeeper eat lunch? Did you prepare food for him?"
The slaves looked at each other: "He didn't eat. He was going to eat a protein bar with us, but he vomited on the ground after taking one bite.
The driver looked at the residue Qingchen spit on the ground and asked thoughtfully: "Where is the housekeeper now?"
"He has returned to his home in the Lower Seventh District. The commanders of the Red Blood Team said they would notify him before setting off for the expedition."
The driver nodded and left, and reported the news: "The Red Blood Team intends to drive away the housekeeper and crowd out the people around Kennedy's eldest son. So far, no abnormalities have been found in the housekeeper, which is consistent with the character's behavioral characteristics. The Red Blood Team has behaved a bit urgently.
There seems to be something else in mind.
Qingchen walked on the streets of Storm City. The colors of the buildings here were much darker than those in the Eastern Continent.
Just like the Tempest and the isolated island above our heads, most of them are thick black.
The brightly colored holographic neon lights are interspersed between the black buildings, more like embellishments in the depression.
Puddles can be seen everywhere on the road, and people walk on the street with their heads down, trying to avoid the dense surveillance cameras overhead.
It was rare to see anyone talking to each other, only the dancers on the roadside wearing coquettish clothes soliciting customers.
This is true even for the Upper Seventh District, let alone the Lower Seventh District.
Qingchen stood in the dense steel forest and watched as someone led robots past him. These robots ranged from humanoid to mechanical dogs.
They just follow their master obediently, turning a blind eye to everything around them.
Above the head is an advertisement for robots.
But I saw a plump female robot dancing in the holographic neon light, and a seductive voice sounded on the radio: "I am your life-long partner, and I can satisfy whatever you need."
Qingchen followed the neon lights and looked for it. He stood in the huge robot store and looked at the dazzling array of products inside.
He did not dare to speak, but raised his phone and typed: "1, can you see the products in the window?"
"I can, I can! Wow, there are so many styles. I like the third one on the left and the fourth one on the right!" 1 responded: "But these two are so expensive.
1. The two I'm interested in are both girls' models. They look like living humans. Even the eyeballs are particularly flexible. They can even imitate the shrinkage and enlargement of human orifices. Their hair is soft and lifelike.
1 controlled the zoom of the camera on Qingchen's mobile phone and observed the robots in the window. It sent a message: "How about I choose the one in the last row? I think it's cheaper there."
Qingchen smiled and typed: "It doesn't matter, you pick your favorite first, these can be upgraded in the future.
Although 1 exists in the mobile phone, Qingchen feels that the two of them are like the two children who stood outside the window when they were young, looking at the toy models eagerly, not caring even if they were drenched in light rain, and calculating the survival of their little pigs.
The number, amount in the money jar, and the time when the toy was purchased.
1 hesitated for a moment: "Can you really choose at will?" Qingchen responded: "Of course."