Chapter 70
Despite suffering a heart attack and being filled with anger, Merck led him to the pre-arranged residence.
The male insect, who had maintained a calm expression, stared at the apartment door. Suddenly, he seemed lost in thought, staring blankly for a while. Soon, he smiled, picked up his suitcase, and walked up the steps.
Do I live here?
Merck replied, "Yes, you can stay here until you finish your studies." At this point, he unusually refrained from using sarcasm and instead calmly acknowledged the native's achievement: "Sir, you passed the exam on planet AH300 and will be entering the Imperial Academy this fall. A very small number of male insects can pass the exam on their own."
"read."
The young man stood obediently and nodded: "I understand."
He looked around for a while, then turned around and said, "This place is much bigger than the tent at home. So this is what houses in the capital are like."
He will start a new life in this place.
Although it is an insect.
But as one grows up, one should no longer be willful because of the departure of one's father, and even if one is willful, there will be no one who can accept one with ease.
Actually, there was a moment when I was pupating, and I wished I would never wake up.
But as an ordinary insect, having given up the only right to live, no insect race will shed a tear for him. Apart from his female father, perhaps no one in the world will love Greensong's offspring. They are as common as grains of sand, an integral part of the insect race at the bottom of this world.
Merck watched him grow up suddenly. In fact, after male insects pupate, they usually spend at least a year adapting with house bugs before venturing out on their own.
However, the tall, thin, and handsome male insect did not have such conditions. Half a year ago, it was a round-faced, unappealing little creature. During its adaptation period after adulthood, it did not receive any careful comfort or guidance, so it still looked like it had the remaining characteristics of a juvenile.
Seeing him like this made Merck feel a sudden pang of pity, but he quickly ignored it. He stepped forward, took the box from the young male insect, opened the door to Merck's surprised look, and extended his right hand: "Please come in."
[403] The door opens.
The male insect said, "I thought I was an insect."
Merck said expressionlessly, "Commander, you have bought out my freedom for the next fifty years. I will serve as your assistant and right-hand man, by your side."
Seeing the young man's astonished expression, Merck put on his monocle and, while setting up the apartment's security system, stated in an arrogant tone, "This is a small punishment from the Commander for my arrogant attitude."
As a native.
No, it's because as an ordinary person, I had no idea what the upper class should do, and I had absolutely no interest in banquet invitations.
The magnificent capital, the bustling commercial port, the rivers gushing with strong liquor, the paradise where beautiful women abound—a world that intoxicates countless male insects with its decadent pleasures—does not stir the slightest ripple in his eyes.
Merck is not intolerant of employers' lack of common sense.
However, entertainment is the most basic survival need of the Zerg, and they don't know how to seek it. They only know how to hide in their mansions all day long, like a reclusive beetle, which is really unbearable for the Zerg.
"Mr. Torregia, your invitation."
Merck bent down, holding a tray in one hand with a beautifully wrapped invitation on it, stamped with a pretty wax seal.
The young man sitting on the sofa was holding a huge picture book. The picture book fell down, revealing the young man's smiling face.
An outfit that easily evokes associations with the word "low-class".
A neat, unremarkable short haircut, an unadorned face, and an overly plain shirt.
On the planet of Emperors, no male insect would treat its appearance in this way; it is a social rudeness and a lack of manners.
Of course, Merck now knows his employer is special, but the nobles in the capital who only care about looks and rank have no time to pry into the male insect's past.
The young man cut his own hair with scissors, and by the time Merck found out, it was too late.
The young man had stray hairs all around his feet. He had been holding a pair of scissors and gesturing with them on his head, but when he saw him coming, he handed over the scissors, touched the back of his head, and said trustingly, "You can't reach here."
Merck: "..."
Although he almost couldn't catch his breath, he still took the scissors and carefully trimmed it from beginning to end with a rescue mentality. He had never seen anything like this in his life, and when the other person praised him, he felt a strange sense of vanity rise up, which made Merck reflect on himself for a long time.
That said, seeing that Toregia leaned back, clearly not planning to go out, he immediately said, "School is about to start, this is the invitation to the opening ceremony."
To bolster his stakes, he added, "The Commander will be attending in person."
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