Except for General Zhu Jing himself, no servants would dare to go up that floor easily on weekdays. Just right.

"……Yes."

The head guard thought jealously, it's too easy to only clean one floor! Compared with the other servants in this mansion who perform their duties, they are simply living in heaven! You know, in this empire, slaves are the meanest people, especially those with tattoo marks on their ears.

After making such an arrangement, Fuzhong's private rumors became even worse. The servants in the mansion are very clever, and they are very afraid of General Zhu Jing. Although they will not speak in front of him, they will inevitably break their mouths.

"The general is really serious, and he actually favored a slave with the lowest status. In the past, so many nobles showed affection to the general, and the general didn't seem to have any sexual desires, and he thought he was cold."

"It's not fair, a dozen of us are crowded in one room, and the other slaves are all huddled in those dark and damp basements. And this slave was originally a large independent room, a personal doctor, and even now the general has specially ordered him to do it for him. Schedule the easiest jobs...that's too much of a preference."

Jin Zhao stayed in his room most of the time. Those long-standing wounds healed. The process was slower and more difficult than new wounds, and it was often unbearably painful. There was nothing he could do but go through without a word.

After he was assigned the job of cleaning the general's bedroom, he only appeared in the corridor on the second floor very rarely.

He was like a ghost that only crawled out of the abyss. He exuded a cold aura that no strangers should approach him. After recovering from the injury, he was barely able to stand and walk, so he showed his original tall stature and half-masked face. It is even more sinister and cruel, and it looks like it can crush someone to death at any time.

Even if those servants had some contempt for him at first, they didn't dare to approach him at will.

But now Zhao was standing at the corner of the stairs, and the whispering voices of those people still easily fell into his ears. Once he recovered from the injury, many abilities began to gradually recover. For example, hearing, as a war machine to be used, must have. basic abilities.

preference.

He heard the word.

He stood there silently and coldly, weighing these two words in his throat repeatedly, as if he was digging out a blood clot. For some reason, he remembered the profile of the general, standing there indifferently and arrogantly. When he came over, his expression was cold, but the voice in the dark was unexpectedly gentle, with a special allure—

His face was hot. This time, it wasn't because the artillery fire on the battlefield burned his face, or he was splashed with sulfuric acid when he was fighting. A strange feeling. A small, delicate, swaying flower-bone grows as if out of a desolate dump of hatred. It was easy to die prematurely, but his hatred for everything suddenly calmed down for a moment.

He knew that the general sent him, and he became a slave to the general alone. But for Jin Zhao, for the first time in his life, the word "slave" is strangely and inexplicably not so repellent and hateful.

Jin Zhao stood on the spot, caressed his silver mask lightly, and then walked towards the general's room.

Only this one is left to clean.

This is not torture, but a reward from the general.

Jin Zhao lightly knocked on the door.

A faint voice came from inside: "Come in."

So Jin Zhao pushed open the door and went in, his pale and gloomy face recovered a little because he heard the conversations of those servants.

——But when he saw the scene in the room, his dark eyes suddenly froze, condensing a dark storm.

Rong Wan had invited Princess Suya to him, and the two sat facing each other drinking tea.

Chapter 10 The Experiment is Disfigured and Poor

The original text did not focus much on Princess Suya's appearance, after all, she was only a supporting role who played tens of thousands of words. But in fact, she was much favored by the emperor of the empire, and even condoned to set up a slave refugee agency, she must be quite excellent in all aspects. Especially the appearance, very sweet.

The Zhu family is a noble among the nobles, so Zhu Jing and Princess Su Ya have known each other since childhood, but they didn't meet much. Rong Wan just made a small excuse this time, so he invited Su Ya over to give a brief introduction. . Talk about gas, talk about military.

Through systematic simulation calculations, if the protagonist's energy source is to be taken out of the royal family, there is only a 1% chance of the protagonist who has lost his mental power, and Rong Wan risked losing his head to rebel against the royal family. , the probability of achieving the goal is only 0.01%!

After all, the protagonist has the aura of the protagonist, but he does not have a supporting role as a villain, and he was taken down in minutes.

Therefore, both schemes are allowed to pass.

Maps and other systems can be provided here. The most difficult thing is the iron walls of the royal family, as well as the strict guards. In this technologically advanced empire, any mosquito or fly that breaks in can be killed by the robot. .

Therefore, there is only one way to get the pass to enter the underground laboratory from Su Ya.

As for how to make Suya willingly take out the pass and not leak the secret, then special means must be used at special times——

Rong Wan's eyes fell on the protagonist who had just come in. In the past few days, his wounds had recovered very quickly, and he was completely different from the bloody scab he had when he was brought back, especially after putting on a clean white shirt. The whole body is like icy iron cast, which is simply out of tune with other people.

If you ignore his slightly gloomy and low eyes, and his pale almost transparent skin, he will definitely attract the attention of young girls more than Zhu Jing's face.

Rong Wan had noticed that since Jin Zhao's injury gradually recovered, the servants in the house gradually began to detour to him, and occasionally bumped into him, as if they bumped into King Yama, they rolled and crawled to avoid him.

Rong Wan suddenly had such a thought in his heart.