At that time, he wouldn't inform the butler of the assembly time, and the butler might wake up and miss the assembly time.
Black returned to the villa.
Blue Mountain was eating. As he spread butter on his bread, he asked Black, "Black, do you guys have an account from 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 really well in the Superconducting World. I just bought the Thunder Mage class, could you guys help me level up?"
Blackie chuckled, "Young Master, if you have a request, we'll certainly comply. I've already reached Rank B in the Superconducting World, and my other teammates are all Rank C. Helping you level up will be no problem at all."
In a dungeon with 10,000 players, there is only one S-rank combat master and two A-rank combatants, which shows how difficult it is to level up.
Therefore, Black's B-rank is already very powerful, after all, in the superconducting world, death means account deletion, and leveling up may require starting all over again.
Lanshan asked excitedly, "Then how long will it take you to get me to rank B?"
Black thought for a moment and said, "In two months at most, we'll go to instance number 182. That's the Storm Guild's leveling spot, with mole and boar swarms that breed exceptionally fast."
Lan Shan was a little disappointed: "It'll still take two months. Look at that White Light, he's already reached A-level in just two days. I glanced at the monthly total points rankings, and he's almost in the top ten."
Black shook his head: "Young Master, that kind of person is a genius, and he found a special dungeon for leveling up. We can't compare to him. However, the Storm Guild has already devised a plan to eliminate him, and we have all been required to log in and fight in six days. Even if he can clear the dungeon, he will definitely have his account deleted and have to start over."
"Ah...is that so?" Lan Shan was taken aback for a moment. "Let's go to the Superconducting World. You guys help me level up."
A slight upturn at the corners of his black lips.
Just then, the new driver found the slave quarters and casually asked, "What did the steward eat for lunch? Did you prepare any food for him?"
The slaves looked at each other in bewilderment: "He didn't eat. He was supposed to eat protein bars with us, but he took one bite and spat it all out on the ground."
The driver glanced at the remnants Qing Chen had spat on the ground and asked thoughtfully, "Where is the butler now?"
"He went back to his home in the seventh district. The officers of the Crimson Blood Squad said they would notify him before the expedition."
The driver nodded and left, reporting the message: "The Crimson Blood Squad intends to drive out the butler and ostracize those around Kennedy's eldest son. So far, no abnormalities have been found in the butler, which is consistent with his character traits. The Crimson Blood Squad seems a bit hasty, as if they have ulterior motives."
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Qing Chen walked on the streets of Storm City, where the buildings were much darker in color than those on the Eastern Continent.
Like the isolated island of the 'Storm' overhead, it was mostly dark.
Brightly colored holographic neon lights interspersed among the black buildings seem more like embellishments amidst the oppressive atmosphere.
Puddles were everywhere on the road, and people walked with their heads down, trying to avoid the dense surveillance cameras overhead.
There was very little conversation between them; only the street dancers, dressed in provocative clothes, solicited customers.
If the Upper Seven Districts are like this, then the Lower Seven Districts are even worse.
Qingchen stood in the dense steel forest, watching people lead robots past him. Some of these robots were humanoid, while others were mechanical dogs.
They obediently followed behind their owners, ignoring everything around them.
The advertisement for robots is displayed above my head.
But then a voluptuous female robot was seen dancing seductively in holographic neon lights, while a seductive voice blared from the loudspeaker: "I am your lifelong companion, and I can fulfill all your needs."
Qingchen followed the neon lights and found himself standing in the huge robot store, looking at the dazzling array of goods inside.
He didn't dare to speak, but instead held up his phone and typed rapidly: "Yi, can you see the merchandise in the shop window?"
"I can! I can! Wow, so many styles! I like the third one from the left and the fourth one from the right!" Yi replied, "But these two are so expensive."
The two that caught my eye were both girly styles. They looked like real people, with exceptionally lively eyes that even mimicked the contraction and dilation of human pupils. Their hair was also smooth and realistic.
Yi controlled the zoom of Qingchen's phone camera, observing the robots in the shop window. It sent a message: "Maybe I should choose the last row. I think they're cheaper there."
Qingchen typed with a smile: "It's okay, you can pick your favorite first."
Although Yi existed in the phone, Qingchen felt that the two of them were like two children who stood outside a shop window when they were young, gazing longingly at toy models, not caring at all even if they got wet in the drizzle, and calculating the amount in their piggy banks and the time when they bought the toys.
Yi hesitated for a moment: "Can I really choose anything?"
Qing Chen replied, "Of course."
"Then I'll take the third one from the left!"
Chapter 831, Aunt Wang Xiaojiu!
The third robot from the left has short, playful hair that just reaches its chin, and its facial features are delicate and distinctive.
Qingchen walked into the store, pointed to it, and asked the staff, "Is there a discount on this?"
"Sorry, this is a limited edition, priced at 4.2 million, and there are no discounts," the staff member said.
Qing Chen was taken aback: "What do you mean by limited edition?"
4.2 million, that's the price of a Bentley in the watchmaking world.
Most people would absolutely not be willing to spend the price of a luxury car on a lifelike robot.
The staff patiently explained, "Her appearance is unique among robots; our company will absolutely never produce another one like her. Furthermore, all of her internal structures are detachable and upgradable, and she's equipped with the latest artificial intelligence system. She can cook all kinds of dishes and interact with you like a real wife. But don't worry, she won't nag you, and she won't buy expensive bags..."
This thing has a very clear target audience: it's designed for single men who are afraid of marriage. There's also a male robot next to it, which is for female customers.
However, the limited edition thing is quite interesting; many people probably secretly need one.
It's said that many people in the Western Continent no longer get married, and the divorce rate is very high. People treat robots as wives.
But if you don't buy a limited edition, your "wife" might very well be exactly the same as the one next door.
At this point, it becomes very awkward for neighbors to meet, as they can't tell who cheated on whom...
After all, a robot wife can sell hundreds of thousands of units, so the probability of being cheated on is still very high. Some people with psychological fastidiousness will feel uncomfortable just thinking about it.
So, the merchants launched expensive limited editions, which were highly sought after by many wealthy free merchants, who especially liked to buy the white version.
Qingchen calculated the butler's savings and said to the staff, "I've bought it, let's settle the bill."
Yi immediately sent a message: "That housekeeper's total savings are only 4.3 million, and that's clean money. Before your money in the superconducting world is laundered, this is all you can use."
Qingchen replied: "It's okay."
After a long pause, Yi asked, "Won't they investigate you for suddenly buying such an expensive robot?"
“Don’t worry, I have a plan,” Qingchen replied.
The staff helped Qingchen complete the formalities and changed the robot's program, allowing the phone to be forcibly shut down or remotely controlled.
The moment she turned on her computer and connected to the internet, Yi had already hacked into it.
After purchasing a new body for Yi, Qingchen's mood brightened considerably.
The crash of the King's Landing had always been a knot in his heart. Now that it was resolved, he didn't even care what the people watching him thought.
At that moment, a young man wearing a fisherman's hat saw Qing Chen leading out a limited edition robot and immediately reported the news: "The butler has purchased a limited edition robot priced at 4.2 million, which is extremely suspicious."
This message, once reported, immediately alerted the behavioral analysts within the adjudicator's team.
After all, this is a very outrageous act, costing far too much money.
However, when the message reached Black Spider, she suddenly asked, "The Joker is a very cautious and extremely meticulous person. If you were him, would you suddenly make such a high-profile move after arriving in Roosevelt Kingdom? I don't think so. He would rather be ignored than spend so much money at this time."
Black Spider continued, "On the contrary, the target customer group for these robots has always been people like butlers. 72% of them are bought by wealthy people among the free citizens. He is about to go to the battlefield. The war in the Forbidden Forest is a matter of life and death, so it is normal for him to have huge spending.
The subordinates thought it made sense!
If they were the Joker, the first thing they would do upon arriving here would be to find a way to hide. Why would they do something so reckless?
Black Spider said, "Alright, keep an eye on this butler, but he's not the focus anymore. Focus your analysis on targets 1, 7, and 12; their recent behavior has been somewhat unusual. Especially the eldest son of the Kennedy family, and the Crimson Blood Squad around him. You have 30 minutes to dig out all their information."
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Qing Chen brought Yi to the Lower Seventh District. He was astonished to find that the environment here was exactly the same as the Lower Three Districts of the Federation. Only a few residential areas had electricity, while the rest of the place was pitch black. The only exception was the surveillance cameras, which had their own circuits and were rotating left and right.
By the roadside, someone had erected a platform and was shouting: "Today's batch of slaves is in high demand. They are all under fifty years old and in good health! They have a control program!"
Qingchen watched from afar; the people gathered around the platform were all free citizens.
In principle, the kingdom stipulates that free citizens are not allowed to purchase slaves; only citizens and above are permitted to do so.
But rules are never absolute, no matter where you are.
Slaves grow old, and once they reach 40, their physical condition declines, making it impossible for nobles to keep them.
Therefore, many slaves, when they reach the age of 40 or 50, are resold to free people below them. The so-called resale is actually the secret sale of the program that controls the chip bomb.
This was a market rule tacitly approved by the nobles, which also allowed many free merchants to own their own slaves, with both sides getting what they needed.
If a white woman appears among these slaves, even if she is fifty years old, she will be highly sought after, and people may even fight over her.
This is the most ruthless aspect of human nature.
Qingchen couldn't bear to look any longer and turned to leave, but in that short time, he saw a figure that was both strange and familiar.
The other person, carrying a lightweight shoulder bag and sporting a high ponytail, walked through the crowd.
Qingchen followed with Yi as if nothing had happened.
However, at a street corner, the other person turned into a dark alley. Qingchen stood still, and he could hear the other person breathing right behind the corner.
The other party had actually discovered him long ago, so they traveled a long way before finally finding this dark, garbage-strewn alley without surveillance cameras, intending to ambush him and kill him instantly.
The two sides were locked in a stalemate, their energies intertwined, their individual wills and worlds intertwined, and this world was being stirred up by the wills of both of them.
At this moment, Qing Chen was still being watched by the adjudicators.
He didn't linger for long, but turned and walked towards the butler's quarters, giving up on communicating with the person behind the corner.
After he left, the members of the Arbitrators walked into the dark alley in confusion, only to find it empty and devoid of anything.
That's strange, why did the butler linger here for several seconds?!
There was something strange about it, but he didn't know what was strange about it.
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