Chapter 7 Fulfilling the Promise

This is blatant bias.

Under normal circumstances, the other party has already personally admitted his crime, so who would remind him of the dangers of confessing?

Isn't this favoritism and abuse of power?

Moreover, the target of their favoritism was a male insect who had no money, no power, and low mental strength.

But the insects present didn't think there was a problem.

Isn't it only natural that I should serve Mr. Xiongzi in everything?

Heras did not object.

After all, the situation was so bad before that he had long lost hope.

His best hope was to let Andy go.

Unexpectedly, Limp was planning to let them go.

It cost almost nothing to let Andy go, just a word of advice.

But he is a colonel with status. Although he has been stripped of his status and is now just a female slave, if he is proven to have committed defamation, Limp will be punished and sent to the army to appease military females.

Limp: "What if I only drop the charges against his brother, his money..."

"His money can be temporarily deposited with his brother with his consent."

Gladys, the experienced president of Xiongbao Association, figured it out.

This gentleman has not found his conscience, nor has he changed his ways. He just has no money.

This makes things much easier.

The fundamental purpose of the Xiong Bao Hui passbook is to serve every male who is capable of possessing spiritual power and to ensure the social fertility rate.

As for the right and wrong, as long as it is not brought to the public eye, most of the cases are on the side of Your Excellency Xiongzi.

These male insects are more docile than each other. If they were really sent to the army to be comforted, I'm afraid they would cry and scream.

"If your slave girl cannot provide you with money, you can take in another one. This is easy to arrange."

"No, no, in that case, I will drop the charges against Andy. You... just continue to follow me, but you still have to give me the key to the suppression ring so that I can try new tricks from time to time."

Limp deliberately put on a malicious look and his eyes lingered on Heras.

Gladys, the president of the Xiongbao Society, sighed and agreed.

Heras lowered his head, as if in despair, as if relieved.

…

Finally, Heras and Limp set out on their journey back.

Lin Puguang had 1,000 star coins donated by the president of Xiong Baohui in his mind, and for a moment, he felt like a beggar.

Heras looked at Limp carefully, trying to find some clues from his expression.

Gladys had just "kindly reminded" him that tomorrow was the day when the male guards would come to check whether he was fulfilling his obligations as a female slave.

His insect markings were still baring their fangs and claws, bright in color, exactly the same as his previous unbridled and wanton temperament, which obviously did not please the male insect.

Females who fail to fulfill their obligations will be severely whipped.

But it's good enough.

Limp dropped the lawsuit, and his brother was able to continue to develop his career instead of being detained in an interrogation room, bearing the stigma of harming male insects and ruining his future.

"Thank you, Lord."

Heras's voice was low.

At least at this moment, he was grateful.

No matter what the future holds.

Limp looked up at him, wishing he could pry open his brain to see what was inside.

It was clearly that "Limpu" who caused him to fall from a high position and into the mud, and now he is not going to let him go, so he is still grateful?

Limp raised his foot and kicked him in the calf.

"Then prove it to me. After your brother gets the money, he must give it all to me."

"Yes, Lord."

Limp was so angry that he walked around him and quickened his pace.

After taking two steps, I had to stop.

"We're running out of food at home, let's go buy some! Lead the way!"

Heras did so.

Limp watched him walk faster, taking one step to catch up with him, and two steps to pass him by. He couldn't help but envy the beauty of his long legs.

Limp had to jog to catch up.

Heras took a few steps forward and didn't hear the male insect getting angry. He turned around and saw Limp following closely, flapping his legs at a very fast pace.

That's a bit strange.

Male insects are extremely self-centered.

His steps were too big, so he must be asked to stop instead of running to catch up.

But he didn't ask.

He had just put down a huge stone in his heart, and he didn't want to find trouble for himself for the time being.

This is a small, fully automated food convenience store with only a few robots running around.

"Welcome! Welcome!"

The mechanical eyes first stared at Horas, then at Limp, and did not look away, flashing a green light.

Limp subconsciously wanted to say thank you.

The words came to his lips, but he quickly took them back and said coldly: "Just take a look, don't follow me."

In the insect tribe, if a male insect is too polite, he will appear to be out of tune with the entire society.

The shelves were neatly arranged and the prices were so high that Limp dared not get close.

The semi-finished food looked like some kind of dark cuisine, but the price tag was over 3,000 star coins.

After looking around, Limp found that nutritional supplements were the most cost-effective.

I moved a box in one go and spent 200 star coins.

There are exactly 100 nutritional supplements in it, mixed with various flavors.

The country bumpkin Limp expressed satisfaction.

The one I drank last time was very effective, but in this store, the cheapest nutritional supplement costs three star coins when sold alone.

Heras did not offer any constructive suggestions.

When Limp reached out to the unknown variety of grass on the shelf, Heras finally managed to utter, "My lord, that is very expensive."

How expensive is it?

Limp raised his head and took two steps back in shock at the price of 30,000 per tree.

“Is this using gold as fertilizer?”

"What is fertilizer?" Heras's eyes fell on the plants. "These are purchased from other small planets. Vegetables like this can't grow on the main planet."

He had eaten it before, and apart from a light fragrance, there was no other taste.

Limp's eyes lit up: "Why doesn't the main planet have this thing?"

Scarcity makes things valuable. If he could grow it, wouldn't he be... rich?

"Biochemical pollution, unsuitable soil quality."

Heras blurted out.

This is what I learned from history books many years ago. I never thought that I would be able to use this knowledge in front of the Lord today.

Limp stared at the poor blade of grass and became more determined in his thoughts.

"Do you have seeds for sale?"

Horas had no idea what he was trying to do and said nothing.

The robot next to him, which seemed to be in standby mode, suddenly started to work: "The price of plant seeds is between 10,000 and 15,000 star coins each. They are currently out of stock. If you need them, you can make a reservation. Does your dear guest need any?"

Limp turned around and left, not forgetting to pull away Heras who was standing there in a daze.

He doesn't need it anymore.

Nutritional supplements can be drunk.

Holding the three-month supply of nutritional supplements he had just bought, Limp retreated into his turtle shell.

An extroversion dealt him a heavy blow, and his rising idea of ​​making money vanished into thin air.

He decided to wait and see.

When the two got home, the box of nutritional supplements had already been placed on Heras's shoulders after Heras's repeated requests.

Limp sat on the sofa, watching Heras carry the nutrients into the room, and silently picked up the controller of the suppression ring from the side.

"Come here and kneel down."