Night’s Nomenclature-Chapter 830: Yi’s New Body

"Didn't anyone tell you to prepare my food?" Qing Chen said coldly, "So you can just not prepare it?" The air pressure in the slave dormitory suddenly dropped. Qing Chen walked in front of the foreman, gently lifted the other's collar with one hand, and lifted him into the air.

He let the other struggle, but his palm remained as firm as an iron clamp.

He sneered, "Want to take sides? You have to see if you're qualified enough. What right do you have to take sides?"

The foreman's face turned red with worry: "You dare to kill people in the Marquis's manor!"

Qing Chen asked doubtfully, "Why wouldn't I dare? You're just slaves."

A nearby slave panicked and hurriedly explained: "Before, you always ate in other gatherings. Here, we only have rough protein bars, which are difficult for you to swallow. If we rashly prepare slave food for you, you'll think we are offending you. Don't make things difficult for us; we can't help it."

Qing Chen asked, "You are in charge of cooking for the other gatherings, why didn't you leave any for me?"

"The officers of the Chixue Squad didn't allow it."

What they didn't say was that the Chixue Squad hinted that the "butler' might not be able to return alive from the battlefield.

Qing Chen, with Dragon Fish's enhanced hearing, naturally knew what they were planning. Their dark idea was that if they could get Qing Chen to resign in advance, it would be best, saving them the trouble of killing him and leaving evidence behind, only to be blamed by Marquis Kennedy in the end.

In the face of profit, they would indeed stop at nothing.

Of course, seven B-Class elite warriors didn't really need to take their butler too seriously.

Qing Chen threw the foreman aside, picked up the protein bar on the table, and ate it. East and West Continent technology had advanced to the point where protein bars had become a common staple food.

He took a bite and found that this thing was even more unpalatable than the East Continent Federation's, like chewing a candle.

Qing Chen snorted coldly and spat it out, throwing the protein bar on the ground.

A slave whispered, "The officers of the Chixue Squad said that you, the butler, can go back to your own home and wait, and they will notify you when you need to assemble."

Qing Chen sneered, "Insolent!"

Then, he turned and left the slave dormitory, walking towards the outside of the manor.

The butler also had his own property outside the manor, a more than 200-square-meter mansion.

He was a worker, not Marquis Kennedy's slave. When the Marquis thanked him, he specially sent him a sum of money.

Storm City is divided into fourteen districts.

The upper seven districts are only available for citizens to buy, located in the city center.

The lower seven districts are for freemen and slaves. The city's largest slave market and black market are there, a mixed bag of people.

This shows the importance of identity. Although the butler works in Marquis Kennedy's manor and even saved the Marquis's life, he still has to buy a house in the lower seven districts.

Therefore, the butler rarely returns to his house in the lower seven districts. He loathes it.

Even though his house is in the Eighth District, one of the rare mansions in the entire slum, he still loathes it, as if constantly reminding him that he is still a lowly freeman.

Besides, the butler is now a level 6 freeman, still far from the citizen level.

Of course, the butler's dislike of that place has nothing to do with Qing Chen.

Qing Chen couldn't wait to leave Kennedy Manor, so that no one would be staring at him all day! Moreover, since coming to Storm City, he hadn't had a chance to go out. Now everything he wanted was coming true.

To him, he felt that his life had gradually become better since the Chixue Squad appeared! 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

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

Qing Chen seemed oblivious to this.

In the manor.

The foreman picked up the protein bar, wiped it, and stuffed it into his mouth. He ate it while going out.

He came to the door of the mansion, and Black stood on the steps, looking down and asking, "Did he eat?" The foreman shook his head: "No, he threw it on the ground."

"He doesn't plan to come and settle accounts with me?" Black asked with a smile.

The foreman hurriedly flattered him, "How dare he? You are all the most elite warriors under the Marquis. Why would he dare to settle accounts with you? Even if he had a dozen lives, he wouldn't dare."

"Understood, go back. You won't be going to the battlefield this time. Don't worry," Black waved his hand.

When nobles like Lanshan go to the battlefield, they will inevitably bring slaves to take care of their daily life. The survival rate of such slaves on the battlefield is extremely low. Not all slaves are willing to change their fate, so trying not to go to the battlefield is what slaves should do.

The foreman dared to take sides because of this matter.

Black looked at the sky outside the manor and sneered, this butler was too easy to get rid of. He just went home when told to.

The Storm Duke's summons might come down suddenly at any time. The most urgent assembly time is only two hours, so if anyone on the soldier's roster is late, they will definitely be punished by military law and sent to the military court by Black Widow.

At that time, he wouldn't notify the butler of the assembly time. The butler might miss the assembly time if he sleeps in.

Black returned to the mansion.

Lanshan was eating. He spread butter on the bread while asking Black, "Black, do you have Virtual Realm accounts?"

Black nodded, "We are all members of the Storm Guild."

Lanshan's eyes lit up, "Oh, with your skills, you must be doing very well in the Virtual Realm. I just bought the Raylu mage profession. Can you take me to level up?"

Black smiled, "The young master has a request, we will of course obey. I've reached B-Class in the superconducting world, and the other teammates are all C-Class. Taking you to level up is absolutely no problem."

In a ten-thousand-person instance, there is only one S-Class battle master and two A-Class battle masters, which shows how difficult it is to level up.

Therefore, Black's B-Class is already very powerful. After all, death in the Virtual Realm means deletion of the account, and it's possible to have to start all over again.

Lanshan excitedly asked, "Then how long will it take for you to take me to B-Class?"

Black thought for a while, "At most two months. Let's go to Instance 182. That's the Storm Guild's leveling point, with a particularly fast-breeding group of groundhogs and wild boars."

Lanshan was a little disappointed, "It still takes two months? Look at White Light, he only took two days to reach A-Class. I looked at the monthly total points ranking; he's about to enter the top ten."

Black shook his head, "Young master, that kind of person is a genius and found a special leveling instance; we can't compare. However, the Storm Guild has already formulated a plan to wipe him out. We have also been asked to go online and fight six days later. Even if he can pass the instance, he will be deleted and have to start over when he comes out."

"Ah, is that so?" Lanshan was stunned. "Let's go, let's go to the Virtual Realm, you guys take me to level up."

Black asked ambiguously, "Young master, the butler is also a master. He should be pretty good in the Virtual Realm, right? He didn't take you to level up before?"

Lanshan waved his hand, "Don't mention it. He always gets into conflicts with people in the Virtual Realm and has been deleted more than ten times. His level has never exceeded D-Class. He can't help me, I need you."

Black's lips curled up slightly.

At this time, the newly hired driver found the slave dormitory. He asked casually, "What did the butler have for lunch? Did you prepare any food for him?"

The slaves looked at each other, "He didn't eat. He was going to eat protein bars with us, but he spit it out after taking a bite."

The driver looked at the residue that Qing Chen had spat on the ground and asked thoughtfully, "Where has the butler gone?"

"He went back to his home in the Lower Seven Districts. The officers of the Chixue Squad said that they would notify him before the expedition."

The driver nodded and left, reporting the news: "The Chixue Squad intends to drive away the butler and squeeze out the people around Kennedy's eldest son. So far, no abnormalities have been found in the butler, which is in line with the character's behavior characteristics. The Chixue Squad seems to be acting a little too urgently, as if they have another purpose."

Qing Chen walked on the streets of Storm City. The buildings here are much darker than those in the East Continent.

Like the "Storm Island' above, most of them are dark black.

Colorful holographic neon lights are interspersed among the black buildings, more like embellishments in the depression.

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

It's rare to see people talking to each other. Only the dancing girls on the roadside wear provocative clothes to solicit customers.

Even the upper seven districts are like this, not to mention the lower seven districts.

Qing Chen stood in the dense steel forest, watching people leading robots pass by. Some of these robots are humanoid, and some are mechanical dogs.

They obediently followed their owners, oblivious to everything around them.

Above are advertisements for robots.

A plump female robot danced in the holographic neon lights, and a seductive voice came from the broadcast: "I am your lifelong companion, I can satisfy all your needs."

Qing Chen followed the neon lights to find the past. He stood in that huge robot store, looking at the dazzling array of goods.

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, so many styles! I like the third one on the left and the fourth one on the right!" Yi replied, "But they're so expensive."

The two that Yi liked were both girl models. Their appearance seemed to be living human beings, with particularly agile eyeballs, even imitating the contraction and expansion of human pupils. Their hair was soft and lifelike.

Yi controlled Qing Chen's phone camera to zoom in and observe the robots in the window. It sent a message: "Or should I choose the last row? They're cheaper there."

Qing Chen typed with a smile: "It's okay, choose your favorite first, these can be upgraded in the future."

Although Yi existed in the phone, Qing Chen felt that the two of them were like two children standing outside the window, looking longingly at the toy models, not caring if they were getting wet in the Xiaoyu rain, and calculating the amount of money in their piggy bank and the time to buy the toys.

Yi hesitated, "Can I really choose whatever I want?"

Qing Chen replied, "Of course."

"Then I'll take the third one on the left!"