Nomenclature of Night

Chapter 832: One's new body

  Chapter 832 One's new body

   "No one told you to prepare my food?" Qing Chen said coldly, "So you don't have to prepare it?"

  The air pressure in the slave dormitory dropped suddenly. Qing Chen came to the foreman, gently lifted the other party's collar with one hand, and lifted him into the air.

  Let the opponent struggle, but his palms are as firm as iron tongs.

  He sneered and said: "If you want to stand in the team, you have to see whether you are qualified enough. What qualifications do you have to stand in the team?"

  The foreman's face was blushing: "You dare to kill people in the Marquis Manor?"

  Qing Chen wondered: "Why not? You are nothing but slaves."

The slave next to him panicked, and hurriedly explained: "You used to eat in the villa, but here we are all rough protein bars, which are difficult for you to swallow. If you rashly prepare slave food for you, you will also think that we are offending you. Don't embarrass us, there is nothing we can do."

  Qing Chen asked: "You are in charge of cooking for the villa, why didn't you keep me?"

   "The chiefs of the Red Blood Squad won't let me..."

  What they didn't say was that the Red Blood Team hinted in their words that the 'steward' might not be able to come back alive from the battlefield.

Qing Chen has the hearing ability blessed by dragon fish, so of course he knows what the other party is planning. The black idea is that it would be best if Qing Chen can be resigned in advance, so as not to let them kill him later and leave evidence, and finally be blamed by Marquis Kennedy .

   In the face of interests, it really is omnipotent.

  Of course, the 7 B-level elite fighters really don't need to take themselves as the butler too seriously.

   Qing Chen threw the foreman aside and picked up the protein bar on the table. With the development of technology in East and West Continents, protein bars have become a common staple food.

   He took a bite, and suddenly found that this thing was even worse than the Eastern Continent Federation, like chewing a candle.

   Qing Chen spat it out with a cold snort, and threw the protein bar on the ground.

  A slave whispered: "The chiefs of the Red Blood Squad said, you can go back to your house and wait, butler, and they will notify you when you need to gather."

  Qing Chen sneered: "Too much deception!"

   After finishing speaking, he turned and left the slave dormitory, and walked outside the manor.

  The butler also has his own property outside the manor, a 'luxury house' of more than 200 square meters.

  He is a laborer, not a slave of Marquis Kennedy. In order to thank him, the Marquis gave him a special sum of money.

  Storm City is divided into fourteen districts.

  Shangqi District is only for citizens to buy, distributed in the city center.

  The Lower Seventh District is home to free people and slaves, and the largest slave market and black market in the entire city is also there.

  Here we can see the importance of identity. Although the butler worked in the Marquis Kennedy estate and saved the life of the Marquis, the house had to be bought in the Lower Seventh District.

  So, the housekeeper rarely goes back to his house in the Lower Seventh District on weekdays. He hates it. Even though his house is in the eighth district, which is one of the rare mansions in the entire slum, he still hates it, as if it always reminds him that he is still a lowly freeman.

   In addition, the butler is now at level 6 of the Freeman, not very far from the citizen level.

  Of course, the housekeeper hates it, so what does it have to do with Qing Chen.

  Qing Chen couldn't wait to leave the Kennedy Manor as soon as possible, because there are people staring at him every day! And since he came to Storm City, he never had a chance to go out, and now everything has come true.

   For him, he felt that when the Red Blood Squad appeared, his life gradually began to get better!

   When Qing Chen walked out of the manor, someone in the dark immediately followed him, silently monitoring his every move.

  Qing Chen 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.

  He came to the door of the villa, Hei stood on the steps and asked condescendingly: "Has he eaten?"

  The foreman shook his head: "I didn't eat it, I threw it on the ground."

   "Did he not plan to settle accounts with me?" Black asked with a smile.

  The foreman hurriedly flattered and said: "How dare he? You are the most elite fighters under the Marquis. Why should he settle accounts with you? He wouldn't dare to give him a little courage."

   "Understood, go back, I won't take you with me to the battlefield this time, don't worry," Hei waved his hand.

  When nobles like Lanshan go to the battlefield, they must bring slaves to serve him in daily life.

  The survival rate of this kind of slaves on the battlefield is extremely low, and not all slaves are willing to change their fate, so at this time, finding a way not to go to the battlefield is what the slaves have to do.

   The foreman dared to stand in line for this matter.

   Black looked at the sky outside the manor and sneered. The housekeeper was too easy to drive away, so he went home as soon as he asked.

  The summoning order of the Duke of Storms will come down suddenly at some point, and the emergency assembly time will be up to two hours, so if the people on the soldier list exceed the time limit, they will definitely be dealt with by military law and sent to a military court by the black spider.

  At that time, he would not inform the housekeeper of the time for the assembly. Maybe the housekeeper missed the time of assembly as soon as he woke up.

  Black returned to the villa.

  Lan Shan was eating, and while buttering the bread, he asked Hei: "Hei, do you have an account of 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 Thunder Mage. Can you take me to level up?"

  Hei Hei smiled and said, "Young Master has a request, of course we obey. I have already been promoted to B-level in the superconducting world, and the rest of my teammates are also C-level. It is absolutely no problem to guide you to level up."

  In a copy of 10,000 people, there is only one S-level combat master and two A-level combat masters, which is enough to see how difficult it is to upgrade.

  So, the B-level black is already very powerful. After all, death in the superconducting world means deleting the number, and you may start over from scratch.

  Lan Shan happily asked: "Then how long will it take for you to take me to level B?"

  Hei thought for a while: "Up to two months, let's go to instance 182, which is the leveling point of the Storm Guild. There are groups of gophers and wild boars that breed very fast."

  Lan Shan was a little disappointed: "It's still two months away, look at that white man's light, he was promoted to A-level in just two days. I took a look at the monthly total points ranking list, and he is almost in the top ten."

Hei shook his head: "Young master, that kind of person is a genius, and he has found a specially upgraded copy, which we can't compare with. However, this time the Storm Guild has made a plan to encircle him, and we are all required to go online in six days. In battle, even if he can pass the level, he will definitely be deleted and retrained when 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 take me to level up."

  Black Tea asked teasingly: "Young master, the butler 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 had conflicts with people in the superconducting world, and his account was deleted more than ten times, and his level has never exceeded D level. He can't help me, and you have to do it."

  The corners of the black mouth are slightly raised.

   At this time, the new driver found the slave dormitory, and he asked casually, "How did the housekeeper eat lunch? Have you prepared any 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 a bite."

  The driver looked at the residue that 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 leaders of the Red Blood Squad said that he will be notified before 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 in line with the character's behavior characteristics. The red blood team is acting a little urgent. It seems to have other plans."

  …

  …

   Qing Chen walked on the streets of Storm City, the building tone here was much darker than that of the Eastern Continent.

  Like the isolated island of the 'Storm' above the head, most of them are thick black.

  The colorful holographic neon is interspersed between the black buildings, more like an embellishment in depression.

  There are puddles everywhere on the road, and people walk on the street with their heads down, trying to avoid the dense surveillance cameras overhead.

   Few people talk to each other, only the dancers on the side of the road wear coquettish clothes to attract customers.

  Even the upper seven districts are like this, let alone the lower seven districts.

  Qing Chen stood in the dense steel forest, watching someone leading robots past him. These robots had humanoid and mechanical dogs.

  They followed their master obediently, turning a blind eye to everything around them.

   Above the head is an advertisement for a robot.

  But I saw a plump female robot dancing in the holographic neon lights, and a seductive voice sounded on the radio: "I am your lifelong companion, and I can satisfy everything you need."

  Qing Chen looked for the past along the neon lights. He stood in the huge robot store and looked at the dazzling array of products.

  He didn't dare to speak, but raised his mobile phone and typed: "Yi, can you see the products in the window?"

   "I can, I can! Wow, so many styles, I like the third one on the left, and the fourth one on the right!" Yi replied: "But these two are very expensive."

  Yi’s two eyes are girly models. Their appearance looks like a living human being. Even their eyeballs are extremely agile. They can even imitate the constriction and dilation of human pupils, and their hair is soft and lifelike.

  One controls the camera zoom of Qingchen's mobile phone, and observes the robots in the window. It sends a message: "Why don't I choose the one in the last row, I think it's cheaper there."

  Qing Chen typed with a smile: "It doesn't matter, you pick your favorite first, these can be upgraded in the future."

Although Yi exists in the mobile phone, Qingchen feels that the two of them are like two children who stood outside the window and looked at the toy models when they were young. The amount in the money pot, and when the toy was bought.

  Yi hesitated for a moment: "Can you really choose at will?"

  Qing Chen replied: "Of course."

   "Then I want the third one from the left!"

  (end of this chapter)

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