"No one told you to prepare my food?" Qingchen said coldly: "So you can't prepare?"

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

He sneered and said, "If you want to take the team, it depends on whether you are qualified. What qualifications do you have to take the team?"

The foreman's face turned red: "Do you dare to kill someone in the Marquis Manor?"

Qingchen said in confusion: "Why don't you dare? You are just slaves."

The slave next to him panicked and quickly explained: "In the past, you always ate in the villa. We all have rough protein bars here, which makes it difficult for you to swallow. If you rashly prepare slave food for you, you will also feel that we are offending. Don't make things difficult for us, we have no choice."

Qingchen asked, "You are responsible for cooking for the villa, why didn't I keep me?"

"The leaders of the Red Blood Team will not let you..."

Qing Chen threw the foreman aside and picked up the protein bar on the table. Since the development of technology in the East and West Mainland, the protein bar has become a common staple food.

He took a bite and suddenly found that this thing was worse than that of the Eastern Continental Federation, as if he was chewing a candle.

In order to maintain his personality, Qingchen snorted and vomited it out, and threw the protein bar on the ground.

A slave whispered: "The chiefs of the Red Blood Squad said, "Butler, you can go back to your home and wait first. They will notify you when you need to assemble."

Qingchen sneered: "It's too much to deceive others!"

After saying that, he turned around and left the slave dormitory and walked out of the manor.

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

He was a worker, not a slave to Marquis Kennedy. In order to thank him, the Marquis gave him a special money.

Storm City is divided into fourteen districts.

The Shangqi District is only bought by citizens and is distributed in the city center.

The Xiaqi District is the largest slave market for free people, slaves, and the entire city. The black market is also there, with a mixture of fish and dragons.

The importance of identity can be seen here. Although the housekeeper worked at the Marquis Kennedy Manor and saved the Marquis' life, the house must be bought in the Lower Seventh District.

Therefore, the housekeeper rarely returns to the house in District 7 on weekdays, and he hates it. Even though his house is a rare luxury house in the entire slums, he still hates it, as if he reminds him that he is still a lowly free man.

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

Of course, the butler hates there, what does it have to do with him Qingchen?

Qingchen was eager to leave Kennedy Manor quickly, and there were people in the province who were watching him every day! And after coming to Storm City, he had never had the chance to go out, and now everything has to get what he wants.

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

When Qingchen walked out of the manor, someone immediately followed him in the dark and silently monitored his every move.

Qingchen seemed to have no idea about this.

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In the manor.

The foreman picked up the protein stick and wiped it into his mouth, and went out while eating.

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

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

"Did he have no plans to settle the score with me?" Black asked with a smile.

The foreman hurriedly flattered, "How dare he? You are the most elite soldiers under the Marquis. Why should he settle the score with you? He would not dare to give him some courage."

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

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

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

It is also for this reason that the foreman dares to take sides.

Black looked at the sky outside the manor and sneered. The butler was so easy to drive away, so he asked him to go home.

The Duke of Storm's convening order will suddenly come down. At that time, the emergency gathering time will be up to two hours, so if the person on the soldier's roster exceeds the time, he will definitely be dealt with by military law and sent to the military court by the black spider.

At that time, he would not notify the butler of the meeting time. Maybe the butler missed the meeting time after waking up.

Black back to the villa.

Lanshan was having a meal. While smearing butter on the bread, he asked Black: "Black, 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 doing well in the superconducting world. I just bought the profession of Thunder Mage. Can you take me to level up?"

Black smiled and said, "The eldest young master has a request, so of course we obey the order. I have been promoted to B level in the superconducting world, and the other teammates are also C level. It is absolutely no problem to take you to level up."

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

Therefore, the B-level black is already very powerful. After all, death in the superconducting world means deleting the account, and you may have started over again when practicing.

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

Black thought for a while: "At most two months, let's go to copy No. 182, which is the leveling point of the Storm Guild, with a very fast breeding gopher group and a wild boar group."

Lan Shan was a little disappointed: "It will take two months. Look at the white light, and it has been upgraded to Level A in just two days. I took a look at the monthly total points rankings, and he is almost in the top ten."

Black shook his head: "Young Master, that kind of person is a genius. He has found a special upgraded copy, which we can't compare to. However, this time the Storm Guild has formulated a plan to encircle him, and we are also required to go online to fight in six days. Even if he can pass the level, he will definitely be deleted and retrained after he comes out."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Ah... is this true?" Lan Shan was stunned for a moment: "Let's go, let's go to the superconducting world, and you can take me to level up."

The corners of the black mouth curled slightly.

It was at this moment that the new driver found the slave dormitory and asked casually: "How did the butler eat at noon? Have you prepared food for him?"

The slaves looked at each other: "He didn't eat. He was going to eat the protein bar with us, but he vomited it on the ground after taking a bite."

The driver looked at the residue that Qingchen spitted on the ground and asked thoughtfully: "Where is the butler now?"

"He has returned to his home in the lower seventh district. The commanders of the Red Blood Team said that he will be notified before the war."

The driver nodded and left, and reported the message: "The Red Blood Team intends to drive away the butler and exclude the people around Kennedy's eldest son. So far, no abnormality of the butler is found, which is in line with the character's behavioral characteristics. The Red Blood Team is a little urgent and seems to have other plans."

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Qingchen walks on the streets of Storm City, and the architectural tones here are much darker than those in the Eastern Continent.

Just like the isolated island of the "Storm" above your head, it is mostly thick black.

The colorful holographic neon lights interspersed between the black buildings, which are more like embellishments in depression.

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

It is rare to see anyone talking to each other, only the dancers on the roadside dresses to attract customers.

This is true even in the upper seventh district, not to mention the lower seventh district.

Qingchen stood in the dense steel forest, watching someone leading a robot by his side. These robots were human-shaped and mechanical dogs.

They followed their master honestly and ignored everything around them.

There is an advertisement for robots above your head.

But I saw a plump female robot dancing in the holographic neon lights, and the tempting voice sounded: "I am the partner who can accompany you for the rest of your life, and I can satisfy everything you need."

Qingchen followed the neon lights and looked for the past. He stood in the huge robot store, looking at the dazzling array of goods inside.

He didn't dare to speak, but raised his phone and typed: "Yi, can you see the goods 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!" Yi replied: "But both of them are so expensive."

The two I like are both girls, they look like living humans, and even their eyes are particularly agile, and they even imitate the shrinking and enlargement of human pupils, and their hair is soft and realistic.

Yi controlled the zoom of Qingchen's phone's camera and observed the robots in the showcase. It sent a message: "Or I'd better choose the one in the last row, I'll see what's cheap there."

Qingchen smiled and typed: "It doesn't matter, you can choose your favorite one first."

Although Yi exists on the phone, Qingchen feels that the two of them are like the two children standing outside the window when they were young, looking at the toy model. Even if they are in the rain, they don’t care at all. They calculate the number of piggy bank in their piggy bank and the time to buy the toys.

Yi hesitated for a moment: "Can you really choose whatever you want?"

Qingchen responded: "Of course."
Chapter completed!