Surrounding the outpost base, which was as vast as a town, were towering black iron city walls. On the walls, over four ters high, dense tal storms spun autonomously, so that even birds flying past would be locked onto by the auto-aiming system of the tal storm and shot down in single-shot mode.
Beyond the outpost base lay the expansive Taboo Forest, with trees providing shade like a carpet. Countless unmanned drones patrolled within a 30-kiloter radius to prevent sudden attacks by the Giant Race.
The outpost base was bustling with activity.
Qing Chen didn’t know why he suddenly thought of the phrase "the sound of drums and gongs, firecrackers going off, red flags waving, and people everywhere."
To put it a bit more clearly... disorder.
Utter disorder.
Qing Chen even saw soldiers setting up a temporary swimming pool on the airport runway, where a group of white big-headed soldiers lounged, whistling at passing female soldiers...
In the Dong Continent Group Army, those who dared to whistle and lounge in pools would have long been executed on the spot.
Moreover, Qing Chen saw many small nobles wandering around after their airships landed, asking around who to report to, only to be ignored for half an hour.
He got a rough idea of the managent style of Marquis Bolton, who was in charge of Outpost Base No. 3...
The Roosevelt Kingdom had a total of nine outpost bases outside the Taboo Forest, guarding the crucial routes to human cities from the Giant Dynasty.
When the kingdom embarked on an expedition, all nobles had to accept reorganization at these nine outpost bases. Only then would they learn which division, brigade, and regint of the army they belonged to, who they would report to, and what their combat mission was.
Blue Mountain, Crimson Blood Team, and the Slave Army all disembarked from the airship to register their units on Kennedy 1.
After registration, who knows how long they would have to wait for soone to notify them whom they would take orders from.
Qing Chen glanced around and sighed internally, wishing Zhong Yu were here.
If Zhong Yu were here, he could devise a very evil, highly artful plan for Zhong Yu.
He understood that if the day ca when the Roosevelt Kingdom launched an expedition against the Eastern Continent, everyone here could potentially beco executioners.
The Crimson Blood Team appeared at ease, with Yellow whispering, "Captain, are you sure this plan is foolproof?"
Black chuckled softly, "My friend is the second steward beside Marquis Bolton. Moving a freeman to a ground combat unit doesn’t require bothering Marquis Bolton."
"When can we et Marquis Bolton?" sighed Green. "He really got lucky. After marrying the Fifth Princess of the Roosevelt Royalty, he kept rising rapidly, and staying at the outpost base isn’t that dangerous. Captain, why don’t you marry into the royalty as well? That way, the brothers wouldn’t have to live on the edge anymore."
Black shook his head, "We’re far too removed from the Roosevelt Royalty."
After a full five hours, a chubby officer finally approached them.
Looking at the LCD tablet he held, the officer asked, "Who is Nosen Kennedy?"
Blue Mountain stepped forward, "I am."
The officer bead, "Your airship has been assigned to the First Air Force under the Duke of Storm City. Congratulations."
Black quickly stepped up to shake hands with the officer, deftly flicking his luxurious wristwatch onto the officer’s arm in the process.
He did not visibly react but discreetly fastened the watch on the officer’s wrist, "Thank you very much."
The First Air Force was the main force, aning staying with the Duke ant receiving both food and glory, and following the main force ant they wouldn’t end up as cannon fodder.
The officer’s gaze briefly flickered to the watch, his smile becoming friendlier, "No need to thank . It’s because you have a second steward above you who decides these things. Moreover, during the investigation, I found you were short a quarter of your ammunition when you were at the airport. I’ll take charge and resupply you!"
"Thank you so much!" Black was almost moved to tears.
As the saying goes, money can make the devil push the mill. The Roosevelt Kingdom has stood for nearly a thousand years. Like the Eastern Continent Federation, it’s rife with corruption and human relations everywhere.
Seeing Black’s skillful maneuvering, it’s clear this wasn’t his first ti handling such situations.
At this point, the officer cheerfully asked, "Who is Brian Kennedy?"
Qing Chen stepped forward, "I am."
The officer’s smile gradually faded, "You’ve been reassigned to the 2nd Brigade of the 3rd Division of the Army. Co with ."
Black was all smiles, finally sending away this steward who wanted to compete for credit!
The surrounding slaves were dumbfounded, knowing full well that the 3rd Division was a ground exploration unit, responsible for probing the rules of the Taboo Forest — essentially cannon fodder.
This unit’s roster was made up of 90% convicted slaves, the true Slave Army.
Getting the steward assigned there ant almost certain death!
The slaves exchanged glances, realizing that while the steward might have a tough ti, they didn’t expect it to be this bad!
Moreover, everyone went with the main force, leaving only the steward behind — clearly targeted by the Crimson Blood Team.
Realizing this, the slaves looked at the Crimson Blood Team mbers with visibly more awe.
Blue Mountain couldn’t hold back any longer, "Wait a minute, hasn’t the 3rd Division already entered the Taboo Forest? How is he being assigned to the 3rd Division?"
The officer chuckled, "The 3rd Division will return in a few days for restocking, and Brian Kennedy can do so cleaning at the outpost base while waiting to join them."
This "restocking" ant they had lost too many in the Slave Army and needed to replenish personnel and supplies!
Sending a fresh batch of cannon fodder to their deaths!
Admittedly, the Roosevelt Kingdom always had its ways when it ca to controlling population.
Blue Mountain wanted to give sothing to the officer to look after his steward, only to realize he hadn’t brought anything with him.
It was Black who said that upon leaving the airship, they wouldn’t need to bring anything since they’d soon be able to reboard.
He silently looked over at Qing Chen, who wore a solemn expression as he followed the officer without turning back.
Black reassured Blue Mountain, "Young Master, don’t worry. I believe the steward has great fortune and will be fine. Maybe he’ll earn a lot of military rit in this war and beco a marquis."
Green laughed and said, "You might even beco a Duke."
Black continued, "Young master, the master is not in good health. Right now, the most important thing is for you to quickly achieve rits to inherit his Marquis title. Your brother receives the sa resources as you do, and the Crimson Blood Team is split into two, one following you and the other your brother. You know well that a typical family cannot receive two Marquis titles..."
Until now, after Black marginalized Blue Mountain, the warning was very clear: the bulk of the rits will definitely go to you, otherwise, the Kennedy Marquis would not spare . However, if you want to earn these rits, relying on the butler is useless, so even if you are dissatisfied with , endure it for the master’s sake. Otherwise, the Marquis title might go to your brother.
Blue Mountain glanced at him with silence and returned to the floating airship.
Black watched Qing Chen’s departing figure and finally laughed wantonly.
Kennedy No.1 needs to wait here for the arrival of the Storm Fortress, and then proceed with the Duke to the Taboo Forest.
By the ti they return with the main force, this butler might have already died in the Taboo Forest.
By then... I might already be a Baron.
But if he knew who this butler was, what he should be considering is whether this outpost will still exist when he returns.
...
...
The officer shook his fat buttocks like a Corgi.
The officer never introduced himself, so Qing Chen labeled him as ’Officer Corgi.’
Officer Corgi said while walking, "Don’t think that because you used to follow the Kennedy Marquis you can be anything here. The rule of the Kingdom is that on the battlefield, all beings are equal. The Giant Race won’t spare you just because you saved the Marquis; they will rip you apart even more cruelly."
On the way, other officers at the outpost base shouted, "I need a new batch of ammunition; I ask you, where did the ammunition in the warehouse go? Why does the count not match?"
A soldier stamred, "We kept accounts, but many officers co to requisition temporarily claiming they’ll make up for it later..."
A muddled account.
The outpost base’s supplies were handed out as favors by the officers. One day when they return to the city, many nobility would have benefited from their small kindnesses, allowing them to live comfortably.
This is the situation at the outpost base.
Qing Chen asked, "So, before the Third Regint returns to the outpost base, what should I be doing?"
Officer Corgi took him to a building and said, "Clean all the restrooms four tis a day; this is what you have to do every day. If I find the restrooms with an odor, or if the Marquis frowns when passing by, you will be punished. Understand?"
Officer Corgi looked sidelong at Qing Chen, seeming to want to gauge his reaction.
Qing Chen, though blue-faced, still swallowed his pride and promised to do as told.
However, as they were speaking, a young man was kicked out of the outpost command office at the end of the hallway.
Marquis Bolton ca after him, punching and kicking the young man, "You can’t even manage an outpost properly, and co to when the numbers don’t match? Don’t you know I’m in the Superconductor World?! The Duke of Storm City is about to arrive, so hurry and get the accounts straight, or he’ll impeach in front of the King!"
Right then, Marquis Bolton saw soone building a temporary swimming pool outside the window at the airport...
He paused for a few seconds and said, "Confiscate those brats’ swimming pool and put it in my backyard!"
Qing Chen watched the scene with so astonishnt. Is this the head of the outpost base? Indulging in the Superconductor World and acting like a hands-off manager in a military base?
Being the King’s son-in-law allows him to act wantonly?
Admittedly, he looks quite good, quite like a movie star, sowhat resembling Leonardo.
The Fifth Princess being enchanted by him is understandable.
But the question is, why does such a real power figure with nepotism fall in love with the Superconductor World? Aren’t there many fun things to do?
What Qing Chen didn’t know was, as the King’s son-in-law, Bolton absolutely couldn’t play around with female slaves.
So he could only indulge in the Superconductor World.
...
...
Qing Chen was still watching the scene when Marquis Bolton suddenly turned to him and Officer Corgi, yelling, "What are you looking at? Get lost and do your work. Seeing you annoys !"
Officer Corgi pulled Qing Chen’s sleeve and walked away.
After taking a few steps, Marquis Bolton suddenly said, "Wait, what’s this new face here for?"
Officer Corgi quickly replied, "Marquis, he’s new in this building, responsible for cleaning."
Marquis Bolton said, "You go, he stays, and co clean my office!"
Corgi twisted Qing Chen’s arm and whispered, "What are you waiting for? Go quickly."
Lowering his head, Qing Chen walked to the office, and as he entered, he was stunned because what faced him was a huge poster, and on the poster was... himself.
Strictly speaking, it was a poster of him slaughtering the four great guilds at the Sixth God Cutter outside the No. 8 portal of the Multidinsional World; the scene was magnificent and dazzling.
Marquis Bolton glanced at him sidelong, "Do you play the Superconductor World too?"
"I do," Qing Chen nodded.
"Do you know him?" Marquis Bolton asked.
"I do, the White Light Person, a particularly formidable figure," Qing Chen knew him all too well.
Marquis Bolton corrected, "The most formidable... clean up."
After saying that, this fair and handso Marquis sat back in his recliner and put on his virtual glasses again.
Qing Chen truly hadn’t expected to encounter his fan here...
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