Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1535: Chapter 830: Yi’s New Body

“Didn’t anyone tell you to prepare my food?” Qing Chen said coldly, “So you think you can just not prepare it?”

The air pressure in the slave dormitory suddenly dropped. Qing Chen walked up to the foreman, lightly grabbed his collar with one hand, and lifted him into the air.

The foreman struggled, but Qing Chen’s grip was like an iron clamp, showing no signs of loosening.

He sneered, “If you want to pick a side, you have to see if you’re qualified. What qualifications do you have to pick a side?”

The foreman’s face turned red, “Do you dare to kill someone in the Marquis Manor?”

Qing Chen questioned, “Why wouldn’t I dare? You’re just slaves, after all.”

The slaves nearby panicked and quickly explained, “You usually eat in the villa; we only have coarse protein bars here, which are hard for you to swallow. If we rashly prepare slave food for you, you’d feel offended. Please don’t make it hard for us; we really have no choice.”

Qing Chen asked, “You serve meals in the villa; why wasn’t any saved for me?”

“The officers from the Crimson Blood Team wouldn’t allow it…”

What they didn’t say was that the Crimson Blood Team had hinted that the ‘Housekeeper’ might not survive the battlefield.

With the Dragon Fish Blessing, Qing Chen naturally knew their intentions. The Black Spider’s idea was that if they could get Qing Chen to resign early, they wouldn’t have to kill him later and leave evidence, risking blame from Kennedy Marquis.

In the face of benefits, they indeed resorted to all means.

Of course, the seven B-Class elite warriors indeed had no need to regard this housekeeper.

Qing Chen threw the foreman aside, picked up the protein bar on the table. With the technology of the East-West Continent developing to this point, protein bars had become the staple food.

He took a bite and unexpectedly found it even worse than those from the Eastern Continent Federation, like chewing on a candle.

Qing Chen snorted and spit it out, throwing the protein bar to the ground.

A slave whispered, “The officers from the Crimson Blood Team said that you could go home and wait; they’ll notify you when it’s time to gather.”

Qing Chen sneered, “Too much deceit!”

He finished speaking and turned to leave the slave dorm, walking out of the manor.

The housekeeper also had his own property outside the manor, a ‘mansion’ over two hundred square meters.

He was a working person, not a slave of Kennedy Marquis. When the Marquis was grateful to him at first, he had even sent a sum of money.

Storm City is divided into fourteen districts.

The Upper Seven District is for citizens to purchase, located in the city center.

The Lower Seven District is for freemen and slaves, where the largest slave market and black market of the city are located, a mixed bag.

This highlights the importance of status. Although the housekeeper works in Kennedy Marquis Manor and has saved the Marquis’s life, he still had to buy a house in the Lower Seven District.

Therefore, the housekeeper rarely returned to his house in the Lower Seven District, loathing it. Even though his house in the Eighth District was a rare mansion in the slum, he still loathed it, as if constantly reminded that he was still a lowly freeman.

Moreover, the housekeeper is now at freeman level 6, not far from the citizen level.

Of course, the housekeeper’s dislike for the place had nothing to do with Qing Chen.

Qing Chen was eager to leave Kennedy Manor to avoid being watched every day! Plus, ever since coming to Storm City, he hadn’t had the chance to go out, and now everything was as he wished.

To him, he felt that since the Crimson Blood Team appeared, his life had gradually started to become better!

As Qing Chen walked out of the manor, someone from the shadows immediately followed, silently surveilling his every move.

Qing Chen seemed completely unaware of this.

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Inside the manor.

The foreman picked up the protein bar, wiped it off, and stuffed it into his mouth as he headed out.

As he arrived at the villa entrance, Black Spider stood on the steps, looking down and asked, “Did he eat?”

The foreman shook his head, “Didn’t eat, he threw it on the ground.”

“He doesn’t plan to settle accounts with me?” Black Spider asked with a smile.

The foreman hurriedly flattered, “How dare he? You are all the Marquis’s most elite warriors; on what grounds would he settle accounts with you? Even if you gave him several guts, he wouldn’t dare.”

“Got it, you can go back. This time you won’t be taken to the battlefield, don’t worry,” Black Spider waved him off.

A noble like Blue Mountain going to the battlefield inevitably needed slaves to serve him in life’s details.

And such slaves had extremely low survival rates on the battlefield, not every slave wished to change their fate, so at this time, finding ways not to go to the battlefield was what slaves needed to do.

The foreman dared to pick a side, also for this matter.

Looking at the sky outside the manor, Black Spider sneered; this housekeeper was too easy to drive away. Told to go home, and he went home.

The Duke of Storm City’s summons could come at any moment, with a maximum of two hours for emergency assembly. If anyone on the soldiers’ roster is late, they will face military law and be sent to the military court by Black Spider.

At that time, he won’t notify the housekeeper of the assembly time; he might wake up and miss it.

Black returned to the villa.

Blue Mountain was eating, spreading butter on his bread, and asked Black, “Black, do you have accounts in Superconductor World?”

Black nodded, “We’re all members of the Storm City Guild.”

Blue Mountain’s eyes lit up, “Oh, with your skills, you must be doing great in Superconductor World. I just bought the Thunder Mage class; can you help me level up?”

Black smiled, “Of course, young master, if you ask. I’ve already reached B-Class in Superconductor World, and the rest of the team are C-Class. Helping you level up is no problem.”

In a raid with ten thousand people, there’s only one S-Class Battle Master and two A-Class Fighters, which shows how hard leveling up is.

So, being a B-Class like Black is quite impressive, especially since dying in Superconductor World erases your account, and you might have to start from scratch.

Blue Mountain asked excitedly, “How long will it take you to level me up to B-Class?”

Black thought for a moment, “At most two months. We’ll go to raid number 182, which is a leveling spot for the Storm City Guild, with fast-breeding packs of groundhogs and wild boars.”

Blue Mountain looked a bit disappointed, “Two months, huh? Look at that White Light Person; they reached A-Class in just two days. I glimpsed the monthly total points leaderboard, and they’re almost in the top ten.”

Black shook his head, “Young master, those are geniuses who found special leveling spots. We can’t compare. However, the Storm City Guild has already planned a siege against him, and we’re all required to log in for the battle in six days. Even if he clears it, his account will certainly be erased.”

“Oh… is that so?” Blue Mountain paused for a moment, “Alright, let’s go to Superconductor World, you help me level up.”

Black asked slyly, “Young master, isn’t the housekeeper also a high-level player? He should be quite formidable in Superconductor World. Hasn’t he helped you level up before?”

Blue Mountain waved dismissively, “Don’t mention it. He always gets into conflicts in Superconductor World, wiping his account over ten times, and never getting past D-Class. He can’t help me, only you can.”

Black’s lips curled up slightly.

It was right at this moment that the new driver went to the slaves’ quarters and casually asked, “What did the housekeeper have for lunch? Did you prepare any food for him?”

The slaves glanced at each other, “He didn’t eat. He was going to have protein bars with us, but he took a bite and spat it on the ground.”

The driver looked at the remnants Qing Chen spat on the ground and pondered, “Where did the housekeeper go now?”

“He went back to his house in the Lower Seven District. The officers of the Crimson Blood Team said they’d notify him before the expedition.”

The driver nodded and reported this information, “The Crimson Blood Team intends to drive away the housekeeper and marginalize the Kennedy heir’s entourage. So far, no abnormality has been detected in the housekeeper; his actions are consistent with his character traits. The Crimson Blood Team seems somewhat anxious, as if they have ulterior motives.”

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Qing Chen walked down the streets of Storm City, where the architecture was much grayer than in the Eastern Continent.

Like the ‘Storm’ island overhead, predominantly black.

The brightly colored holographic neons interspersed amongst the black buildings were more like highlights amidst oppression.

You could see puddles everywhere on the roads; people walked with their heads down, avoiding the dense surveillance cameras above them.

It was rare to see people talking to each other, except for the dancers soliciting business in their flamboyant attire by the roadside.

If it was like this in the Upper Seven District, there’s no need to mention the Lower Seven District.

Qing Chen stood in the dense Steel Forest, watching people lead robots by him — both humanoid and mechanical dogs.

They dutifully followed their owners, indifferent to everything around them.

Overhead were advertisements for robots.

A voluptuous female robot danced in the holographic neon, a seductive voice broadcasting, “I am the companion who can be with you all your life, fulfilling all your needs.”

Qing Chen followed the neon, standing before the massive robot store, gazing at the dazzling array of products inside.

He dared not speak, and instead typed on his phone, “Yi, can you see the products in the showcase?”

“I can, I can! Wow, so many styles! I like the third one on the left and the fourth on the right!” Yi replied, “But both are expensive.”

The two Yi wanted were both maiden models, appearing almost like real humans, with particularly lively eyes that mimicked human pupil constriction and dilation, with hair that was silky and lifelike.

Yi controlled the camera of Qing Chen’s phone to zoom in, observing the robots in the showcase, sending a message, “Maybe I should choose from the last row; they look cheaper.”

Qing Chen typed with a smile, “It’s alright. Pick the one you love most first; these can all be upgraded in the future.”

Even though Yi existed in the phone, Qing Chen felt as if they were two kids, innocently staring at toy models through a shop window, drenched slightly by rain yet not at all bothered, tallying the number in their piggy banks while calculating when they could buy a toy.

Yi hesitated for a moment, “Can I really choose anyone?”

Qing Chen responded, “Of course.”

“Then I want the third one on the left!”