Chapter 6 The Master's Order: When exposed to pheromones, the lower body will be stimulated...
After eating his first full meal since his rebirth, Bai Ling returned to the dormitory and had a rare good night’s sleep. When I wake up early and stretch myself, I feel much more energetic.
It turns out that eating meat is powerful.
North's eyes were poisonous: "Are you looking for your friend with big blond waves again?"
Bai Ling mumbled while brushing his teeth: "Hmm."
North was thoughtful: "Blond O, looks like he has noble blood. What race is he?"
Race? Bai Ling didn't ask this. He only knew that the other person was most likely a concubine living in the cold palace and looked to be around 27 or 28 years old.
As for why he was so sure that the other party was O - of course it was because the forbidden ring did not ring. If the other party is pretending to be an A and hugs him again and again with evil thoughts, then the alarm will definitely beep non-stop.
After hearing the explanation, North said subtly: "But this is the imperial palace, bird, ordinary A does wear a forbidden ring, but the law stipulates that the emperor does not have to wear it."
Bai Ling didn't care: "I know the tyrant, he's not blond."
North’s inner thoughts: …I didn’t say it must be my current boyfriend. For example, the mermaid royal family of the previous dynasty all had blonde hair, so what you saw might be the old emperor's... ghost.
Of course, no one would believe such nonsense.
North watched him finish washing up, put on his best shirt, and get ready to go out. North said:
"Today is Saturday, and you don't have to go to O-Germany class. Where are you going?"
"Fixing something for a friend."
On the top floor of the palace tower, the sliding door slid open, and the little robot came out happily to greet him. While taking the small tool box that Bai Ling took from the utility room, the camera switched to two small rainbows:
"You came early today."
Bai Ling smiled and touched its iron head.
AI then took him around the palace. It quietly turned the camera and observed the mechanical bird. Since it came here to replace the battery a few days ago, the bird finally walked much more smoothly. It no longer staggered after every two steps, and even its back was straightened.
"It's quite big in here?" Bai Ling looked around, turned a room, entered another corridor, and went up along the wooden circular staircase. The sun shone through the window panes, warming his ankles.
Wooden ladders, wooden skirtings, wooden cabinets and windows and doors...may be a little outdated, but they give people a warm and calm sense of order. A complete set of simulated planetarium is placed in the corner, and there is a table with thin legs under the window, on which are some ceramic flowers, plants and animals. The little things are not expensive, but what is valuable is the owner's taste.
Bai Ling stretched out his hand to turn on the crystal chandelier, but his ear suddenly exploded and he heard a "puff" sound.
...the wires burned out.
AI is not surprised: "This is the sixth one."
Bai Ling sighed softly. As expected, the problem of aging facilities could be seen everywhere, and the electromechanical devices were even antiques from the last century.
No wonder the master and servant are troubled, no one knows how to repair these things anymore.
But he happens to.
Bai Ling wrote down the problems he found one by one into the list as he walked. Suddenly, I regained some of the feeling of daily maintenance of interstellar aircraft carriers in my previous life.
After a round, this feeling became even stronger. When I thought about it carefully, it seemed that there were no smart home appliances in each room.
In response, the little robot explained:
"Well, because the master needs to rest and doesn't like to hear messy electromagnetic sounds."
Bai Ling's heart skipped a beat: "He's sick? Is it serious?"
No wonder I didn’t see anyone today.
The AI nodded. "It's similar to the aging of our mechanical circuits. It's an old problem. In serious cases, it often causes coma for several days."
Is he so seriously ill... No wonder I was powerless to resist when he held me hostage last time.
Bai Ling lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, and said nothing.
AI noticed the worry on his face and quickly comforted him: "But he usually gets enough exercise, so he won't break down halfway."
Bai Ling: "Halfway?"
AI enthusiastically offers an opportunity: "The owner is sleeping in the bedroom, do you want to go and take a look?"
"... Still no." Bai Ling hesitated for a while and said, "Please ask him to have a good rest. I will come back the next day."
Bai Ling was about to leave when the sweeping robot called him to the kitchen and stuffed him with beef jerky that had been prepared long ago.
"This is the master's order. He also said," the AI imitated a gloomy tone and adjusted the sound effect to surround bass:
“Eat it up well.”
Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips, trying to hide the curve at the corners of his mouth.
He kind of likes little commands like that.
Bai Ling put away the beef jerky, paused, and turned to look at the cardboard box next to him. Inside was a pair of platinum gray trousers - the trousers that were stained by the oil from his prosthetic limbs that day.
The brown and yellow stains meandered down and it was obvious that they could not be washed clean.
The AI followed his gaze and said, "Oh, that's the garbage we're going to throw away later."
Bai Ling walked over decisively and held the trousers in his arms: "Can you give this to me?"
The AI subconsciously wanted to remind that if an omega is overly exposed to the level of pheromones from its owner, it will be stimulated to lay eggs. But it turned around and remembered that the other party was just a bionic omega, so it readily agreed:
"I'll give it to you."
At the same time, in the study room attached to the bedroom, the sound of terminal communication was heard.
One of them was particularly respectful: "Good day, Your Majesty."
"Uriel, I need you to deliver something."
Even though they were separated by an Internet cable, Uriel still held the terminal and bowed, "Please give me your orders."
"I need a cursor fetter." Slowly and deliberately.
"Shackles?" Uriel repeated in surprise, thinking he had misheard.
The cursor anklet is also known as the electric shock anklet. Different from the official forbidden bracelet that displays identity ID and avoids AO contact, it has a built-in 30 mA current and is usually used to control a violent and irrational alpha.
In the last century, during the reign of Isupareso, alphas in the susceptible period were forced to wear shackles to avoid marking and harming omegas.
But with the new empire's emphasis on alpha dominance in the past decade, no one is willing to wear shackles and restrain themselves anymore.
Uriel cautiously guessed: "Is it possible... that your condition has worsened again?"
Yu Chen tapped the table with his fingers: "It has nothing to do with that."
Uriel asked tentatively: "Then why...?"
The tapping sound suddenly stopped on the phone. Uriel's heart was instantly in suspense, but the other end chuckled and said:
"There's a child in the differentiation period coming to visit."
Uriel exhaled slowly and returned to his normal tone:
"Little friend? Have you finally come across some delicious food? Congratulations! What does he look like? What is his ancestry? Ah, I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked about the emperor's uncle's privacy. Ahem, actually, I just happen to have good news to tell you! About our production line——"
Yu Chen changed his sitting position and showed a little interest: "Any progress?"
"That's right! We have found a new experimenter. If nothing goes wrong, he will come for the interview today."
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In fact, Uriel was not sure whether Little White Hair would come. After all, the other party just took the business card and promised to visit the Mecha Guild on Saturday.
But he had a hunch that the little white bird should go.
The reason is simple - poverty.
Uriel had actually guessed this. At noon, Bai Ling was holding the maintenance form, biting the pen cap and frowning.
According to his estimation, just replacing the aging electrical wires would cost at least 5,000 star coins. However, he definitely could not afford to pay this amount of money as his bank account had been blocked.
Of course, he could reach out to the big waves for it. But since they had invited him to dinner, it made no sense for him to eat and take at the same time. Let him go out.
Thinking of this, Bai Ling took out the business card that was rained on.
The Mecha Guild is crowded on weekends, giving it the feel of a labor market.
In fact, in the Waterfowl Empire, driving a mecha is a job similar to that of a "truck driver" on ancient Earth. The only difference is that the things running on the road have been replaced by things flying in the sky.
The major associations in the guild are also equivalent to labor dispatch companies, training employees internally and undertaking various jobs externally, including but not limited to land reclamation, bridge construction, merchant ship escort, private bodyguards...
Of course, those engaged in engineering construction are generally low-level societies, below 3 stars. However, merchant ship escort and bodyguarding can only be undertaken by highly qualified 4-star and 5-star associations to ensure the safety of the employer's life.
Everyone looked up, excitedly gazing at the densely packed recruitment notices, hoping for a chance to get in.
"There are quite a few Samsung clubs recruiting people today!"
"Wow, what a day! Yaqueyousheng has also released quotas."
"Don't watch 'Ya Que You Sheng'. They are a five-star club and they won't even look at newcomers like us."
Samsung Club offers good benefits and recruits a large number of people, making it the first choice for most people. When everyone arrived at the registration point, they found a cold young man in front of them who was also asking about the Samsung Club.
He came to the front desk and said calmly, "Please give me a Samsung registration form."
The front desk said, "There are too many applicants for the Samsung Club, so your entrance exam will be scheduled for the 3rd of next month."
So long?
Bai Ling frowned: "Is there any way to get the results today without waiting in line?"
The receptionist rolled her eyes: "Today? What are you thinking? Even if there is a five-star club, do you dare to go? A mercenary like you with no experience will be thrown out if you go--"
"Okay, give me five stars."
The receptionist's eyes almost popped out of their sockets when she heard this.
Are you kidding me? The Five Star Society is no joke. They are at the top of the industry and the internal competition is extremely fierce. Drivers who want to go there must be ranked among the top 200 on the planet.
Do you think you can compete in the top 200 in the world?
"You are overestimating your own abilities..." the receptionist muttered. But it was difficult to persuade a ghost who wanted to die, so he signed up Bai Ling and guided him to the testing site at the back.
As soon as I entered the test site, the mixed smell of alpha elements hit me in the face, which was stronger than the smell of the green train that takes me home for the holidays.
Bai Ling wrinkled his nose. The mercenary club has always been dominated by alphas. There are omegas and betas, but their numbers are very small.
Therefore, as soon as he walked in, he attracted some playful looks.
The aisle was narrow, and two young alphas were coming towards them. When they saw Bai Ling's face, they were stunned and began to look at him:
"With such a pretty face, you should also take the test."
"My little beauty, don't get yourself bruised and battered in the cabin, or you won't be able to sell it for a high price."
Bai Ling turned his eyes, as if he had just seen them:
"I thought wearing a safety helmet when boarding a plane was something that all beginners knew."
"You!" Hearing that he was mocking him, Lu Xun was furious.
Lu Xun is the only son of the vice-chairman of the trade union. Who dares not to give him some face? Today he and his friends came to take a five-star test, but they failed. They didn't know who to vent their anger on when this white-haired lame guy bumped into them.
Lu Xun sneered, "You look down on me? Well, let's have a match. If I win, you swear that you will never drive a mecha again in your life."
Everyone gathered around to watch the fun. The oath of never driving a mecha in one's whole life is a bit too heavy. It seems that the white-haired guy will definitely give up.
Bai Ling: "Okay, I'll satisfy you."
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was in an uproar.
Soon, two pilots appeared one after another. The one on the left was Lu Sturgeon's custom mecha, tall and mighty with a shiny shell, and the one on the right...
"Are you kidding? This is so funny. What the hell is this?"
"Looks so familiar..."
"That broken and abandoned mecha thrown next to the warehouse?"
In short, Bai Ling fired a "rubbish" one.
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