Day 21 of picking up trash

Under the king's piercing gaze, the little robot nodded: "Making a Level 1 potential stimulant isn't difficult."

The king's eyes lit up, and he looked at the little robot with great enthusiasm, as if he had seen a mountain of gold that seemed to stretch to the horizon!

He disregarded his royal demeanor, gripping the little robot's hands tightly, his voice trembling with excitement: "Quickly, quickly ask the immortal master to make more elixirs! Just tell me what materials you need, and I will find them for you even if it means using the entire nation's resources!"

Immortality! The immortality that the people of the former JSG have pursued since ancient times—is it about to be realized in my own hands today?!

Various glorious futures were already flowing through the mind of the king.

He was so happy he was panting heavily.

However, just as the king was immersed in the wonderful fantasy of immortality, he suddenly heard a rejection.

The little robot said calmly, "Sorry, this isn't my job."

King: "!!!"

"A Celestial Master?!"

The king suddenly stood up, his emotions surging from heaven to hell, so much so that he didn't even notice the chair he had knocked over.

"What did you say?!"

Hearing the commotion, the eunuchs outside the palace called out to His Majesty if he needed anyone to come in.

His Majesty repeatedly stopped them: "Wait outside! None of you are allowed to come in!"

He would not allow anyone to spread the news about immortality before him.

Then, the king stared at the little robot: "Immortal Master, I must have misheard you, right? You can make this medicine, can't you?"

At this moment, the king was no longer the cheerful and generous man he once was. His sinister eyes were fixed on the little robot without any attempt to conceal his desires.

If it were any other pretentious so-called immortal master standing before him, they would have shown a strange expression upon seeing the king in this state.

Only the little robot was not frightened by the humans at all, showing no fear or cowardice whatsoever, and continued to shake its head in refusal.

For the little robot, making medicine was never his job. He was a dedicated garbage can and had no habit of changing careers halfway through.

However, his answer was seen as completely ungrateful by the king.

The king stared at the little robot for a long time, his mind churning with various thoughts.

Finally, he sat back down in his chair.

Forcing a smile, he soothed the little robot: "I'm so sorry, did I frighten you, Immortal Master? Well, people at my age inevitably harbor some fantasies about immortality. I got a little agitated when I heard about your miraculous abilities, Immortal Master. I hope you won't take offense."

The little robot didn't speak.

The King said, "It's alright if the Immortal Master doesn't want to do it. Such a divine medicine would definitely cause great chaos if it were to appear in the world at will. The Immortal Master's consideration is very thoughtful. We mortals really still need to hone our skills to reach the level of the Immortal Master."

The little robot listened quietly.

The King said, "...By the way, the Immortal Master mentioned earlier that the Armory is a bit too simple. If you have any ideas, feel free to pursue them. You can even go to the Qing Kingdom's treasury. Just don't wrong yourself."

This time, the little robot responded: "Yes, thank you for your permission, Your Majesty."

The little robot's attention was finally drawn back by the keywords.

This is a technique he recently learned. When humans insist on nagging him and making it impossible for him to work, he can distribute most of the programming to other places, such as the recycling bin, leaving only a small portion of the programming outside to pick up keywords from human conversations.

Anyway, most of what people say in conversations has nothing to do with them being their own dumping ground, so it's better not to listen.

King: "..."

They looked at each other in silence for a moment.

Finally, the king suppressed his various thoughts and personally escorted the little robot a few steps: "I will not disturb the immortal master's work today. Someone, escort the immortal master back properly!"

Before the eunuch entered, the king stopped the little robot again and added, "I hope the immortal master will keep today's events a secret."

What's happening today?

The little robot thought for a moment and then realized what was happening.

Oh, this is about humans changing their faces, right? That makes sense. It's understandable that people don't want others to know that they are different on the surface and in private.

The little robot nodded and promised to keep it a secret.

Seeing that the humans had nothing more to say, he then truly turned and left.

The king stood alone in the side hall until the little robot disappeared from sight, then he summoned someone from the shadows:

"Go, follow the Immortal Master. Yes, yes, protect the Immortal Master well. Investigate anyone who has been in contact with the Immortal Master. Also, gather information about the Immortal Master's residence."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

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After leaving the side hall, the little robot was about to head to the Armory according to the previous work arrangements when it suddenly remembered that the king had just said that he could go anywhere.

Upon realizing this, the little robot, which had almost finished processing the existing garbage in the Ordnance Bureau, suddenly changed direction.

Since arriving in the capital, the little robot's activity area has always been near the royal palace. This area is inhabited by high-ranking officials and nobles, and it is much less dirty and chaotic than Guanshi County.

The little robot has very few opportunities to pick up trash along its commute.

He always felt that he hadn't done his job to the fullest.

At that moment, the little robot sensed the smell of garbage in the air and walked towards the direction with a higher concentration.

If someone familiar with the layout of the capital city were nearby, they would be able to tell that the little robot was heading towards the shantytown of Taipei.

Most of the people living in the shantytowns of Taipei City are poor. They don't even own their own houses; they either rent or live in others' homes, barely managing to live under these dilapidated eaves, at least having a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

When the little robot arrived, its unique appearance and its aura that stood out from the slums of Taipei attracted attention along the way.

Although many eyes were drawn to the little robot, none of them dared to approach it. They were all afraid of accidentally offending the important person and making their already meager lives even worse.

Even when they saw this important person behaving strangely by squatting down to pick up trash, none of them dared to approach him.

The little robot was completely oblivious to how many humans were watching it, both openly and secretly.

From the moment he entered the area, his eyes lit up at the piles of trash everywhere.

However, no matter how dilapidated the houses and objects on both sides of the road are, the little robot cannot dispose of them as garbage without the owner's permission. All it can do is pick up the garbage that people have stepped on in the middle of the road.

It's not just the little robot picking up trash; some naked children running around also rummage through it, occasionally finding a scrap of cloth or half a broken bowl, which can make them jump for hours with joy.

Several times, the little robot's target happened to overlap with the child's, but it didn't fight over it and let the human babies have it.

After several attempts, some daring human cubs actually followed the little robot, waiting to snatch the things it wanted.

After all, the little robot's "scanning" is much more effective than the human eye, and it can easily find the "good stuff" hidden under the garbage.

When the robot found half a steamed bun again, only to have it picked up by a human child beforehand, its path was blocked.

"What a coincidence to run into a celestial master here!"

The young man, dressed in fine clothes, smiled broadly and cupped his hands in greeting to the little robot.

There was absolutely no hesitation in mistaking someone for someone else.

The little robot no longer has the problem of not knowing that the immortal master is calling it.

"Hello, what's up?" The little robot didn't ask why this person was here or why they recognized it so easily.

Such blunt words left the young man speechless.

However, the young man reacted quickly, acting as if it were a chance encounter: "Hahaha, since I've met the immortal master here, how can such a serendipitous event not warrant a drink! I wonder if the immortal master would do me the honor?"

"Sorry, I don't need to eat or drink."

youth:"……"

"Yes, yes, Immortal Master must have something to do in this place. Well, I happen to be free right now. Please feel free to ask me for help if you need anything. Once you're done, I hope you'll give me a chance. I really want to have a drink with you."

As he spoke, the young man bent down beside him, picked up a piece of broken tile from the ground, and scooped it up with the hem of his clothes.

Judging from this, I don't know how long they've been watching, but they already know what the little robot is doing.

The little robot ignored him and continued picking up the trash on the ground bit by bit.

Suddenly, this incongruous scene appeared in Taipei.

On the dilapidated and impoverished streets, two well-dressed noblemen picked up trash along the way without any hesitation, doing so with exceptional care.

The little robot sorted the items until it got dark, which was the usual time to get off work.

The young human beside him had actually been picking up trash all this time, even human and animal excrement, which he sorted without hesitation.

The little robot understood the human's determination; if he didn't get a meal today, he'd probably keep following him.

To be honest, having a human around really slows down the work.

In order to ensure the smooth progress of future work, the little robot finally agreed to have a drink with the human.

The young man visibly became happy: "It is my honor to have the Immortal Master here. I will make sure the Immortal Master feels at home tonight!"

As he spoke, the young man led the little robot from Taipei to the dazzling, glittering nightlife district of Dongshi.

"Immortal Master, would you prefer to listen to some folk songs or watch some song and dance performances? The song and dance performances here are quite good; I've heard the top performer has an exceptional figure. The food here is very well-prepared, with flavors from all over the world. And this place—if you like exotic experiences, you can't go wrong with it."

The young man walked along Rugefang Street, talking about the little robot with great familiarity.

Clearly, he's a regular here.

Just as the young man said, the little robot's snow-white hair didn't seem too out of place walking around here. A foreign appearance that would attract attention elsewhere would be seen in one out of ten passersby here.

If the real JSG who came here were a foreign teenager who cared a lot about how others perceived him, he would probably feel right at home and very comfortable.

Unfortunately, the little robot really didn't care about any of these things.

The young man quietly observed the "immortal master's" expression from the side, unaware of anything.

He wasn't in a hurry and led the little robot into a bustling food court.

"Please sit for a moment, Immortal Master. I'll go change my clothes and come right away. Please enjoy the signature dishes and drinks here. I heard there will be a dancer making her debut performance later, so please take your time to appreciate it."

With that, the young man instructed the waiter to take good care of the distinguished guest, and then he disappeared to the side.

Suddenly, only the little robot remained on the seat.

Surrounded by singing and dancing, the atmosphere was enchanting, and laughter and joy could be heard everywhere. Even the most serious and reserved person would gradually soften after spending some time in this environment.

Especially when there are no other people you know around.

However, as I said before, this little robot is not a human in the conventional sense.

Thus, no matter how hard the person in the shadows gritted their teeth, they couldn't see even a trace of what they wanted to see.

But time was of the essence, and the person in the shadows could only signal that the plan continue.

Soon, the little robot in the seat noticed some noise coming from the second-floor corridor.

He could see everything happening there perfectly from where he was sitting, so he didn't need to go and join the fun.

They were a few drunk young men, arms around each other, and one or two of their faces looked somewhat familiar.

With a quick access to its memories, the little robot recognized the person as someone it had seen alongside the Third Young Master when they first met.

At this moment, the group of young men, their arms around each other's shoulders, were showing off, pulling open their shirts to let others see: "Look, this is the legendary divine armor. It's incredibly powerful, impervious to swords and spears, and unaffected by water and fire. With this thing, I could roll around in the enemy camp and not get hurt in the slightest!"