Chapter 291: Only My Unique Method Chapter 291: Banquet (Asking for Monthly Votes)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Chen Yi ultimately did not give Muse the chance to be a "West Defense once" lab rat; if anyone could cut in line, then the medal would have no meaning, and seniority would no longer be seniority.

But he promised that he would make a special note in Muse's file stating that his time of surrender was November 7, 2564 — the very day the West River Defense Battle took place.

Muse was somewhat curious about the "file," but he did not ask. He knew this was an extremely precious opportunity that could not be wasted on such an ordinary, foolish question.

His whole body trembled with excitement as he said, "City Lord, regarding the development of West River Water Fortress, I have an immature idea."

"Immature" was a term he had learned from the student "cadres"; when he wandered the city, he heard the students use such phrasing when reporting work — Yu Weichao was a man who paid attention to how one spoke, believing that those who could not speak well could not do things well; whether this judgment was right or wrong needed no discussion, but cadre appointments were decided by Yu Weichao. Many students could not adapt to this purely official lifestyle, and ultimately they could not become officials, no matter where they were.

But Muse was a standard official, or rather a bureaucrat. He seized this opportunity, not only describing the strengths and weaknesses of the various city-states subordinate to the Temple, but also comparing the future direction of the West River City-State.

"Step one is to take Ma La. The Temple is a place that values strength. Ma La was not originally built by Temple Knights, but every five years it can provide the Temple with thirty thousand troop sources, a slave legion of around two hundred thousand, and most importantly, millions in tax revenue — a point the nearby city-states cannot match, which is why the Temple pays so much attention to Ma La. The Third Heavy Infantry Battalion was originally meant for the battlefield..."

This was a piece of new intelligence. Chen Yi listened very seriously, then said, "Write it up as a report, describing in detail the issues of Ma La and the Temple. Yu Weichao, pay attention to collecting this intelligence."

"Yes." The somewhat drunk Yu Weichao looked at Muse with displeasure. He was a technical person who had just tasted the flavor of power, yet encountered a challenge — and from a defector at that — which was genuinely displeasing.

Muse, however, held his head high, not even glancing at Yu Weichao. Before surrendering, he naturally should have built a good relationship with the number two figure of West River City Fortress; even if the man disliked him, after surrendering, if he single-mindedly dealt only with the number two, he would only be bullied by numbers three, four, and five — because of their different origins, he would not be able to stand firm in a struggle. Different people have different methods of officialdom; Muse's way was to place a bet. At least so far, he had done very well — from ordinary knight to chevalier, that was a goal a family strived for. Now, he was betting that Yu Weichao would lose.

"Join the banquet together." Chen Yi extended an invitation to Muse, then led the way back to the square, drawing bursts of cheers.

Muse was somewhat disappointed. The best debut he had envisioned would have been under Chen Yi's introduction, like a noble girl just entering a social gathering, receiving everyone's single-minded blessings — at least superficial single-minded blessings. Best of all would be to appear arm in arm with Chen Yi, in an intimate, inseparable posture before every new noble of the West River City-State.

The new nobles were all drinking!

Muse reminisced about noble girls. The greatest noble in Ma La was Grand Knight Silva, but even the Silva family had not produced a true noble girl; those rough, careless women often appeared in the homes of young, handsome knights before their coming-of-age ceremonies, and most importantly, these women were not beautiful at all.

Only thousands of years of inheritance, continuously marrying noble girls, could allow the bearded knight nobles to give birth to fair, delicate-faced noble girls. The southern Temple's priests took pride in marrying noble girls, but in Ma La deep in the mountains, tradition suffered the blow of reality. Muse himself had only seen the High Priest's daughter twice; she should count as a noble girl, but who knew under what circumstances the High Priest, who favored male consorts, had married a former noble woman.

Music sang in the square.

Some commoners were allowed into the square to celebrate together with native soldiers and student cadres.

Red wine, white wine, beer — the square seemed to have it all, as long as you had one thing — the "West Defense Once" medal.

Whenever Muse received those fine wines from the accompanying personnel, he would involuntarily look at the beautiful medal on their chests — that was honor, and also wealth. Now it was free wine; heaven knew what it would be in the future.

"What is this called?"

"White grape wine."

"Truly good." Muse downed it in one gulp again, and when he lowered his head, he unexpectedly saw Grand Knight Silva. He wore a half-new, half-old silk robe, twisting awkwardly in the crowd. Muse wanted to go up and say a couple of words, shifted a step, but did not move.

Too easy to arouse suspicion!

"Muse, another cup?"

The accompanying native called him directly by name, making the once-knight, now-chevalier Muse slightly displeased, but looking at the once-Grand Knight, he felt fortunate.

The wine was, of course, transported from Earth. With the help of four Yun Village natives, Chen Yi delivered a total of 100 tons of supplies this time — five times his usual transport volume — leaving some space for non-essentials, and wine was one of them.

The current West River Water Fortress could already self-produce building materials like cement, bricks, and hardwood; the only things needed in large quantities were oil and steel. Thanks to the four Yun Village helpers, the volume of supplies Chen Yi could transport increased, and various daily necessities gradually appeared on the transport list. Naturally, considering the banquet's needs, he also transported whole truckloads of wine.

The banquet seemed to remain at a climax throughout, like a Japanese adult film turned domestic. Everywhere people were laughing, gasping in surprise. Commoners either drank their own homemade fruit wine at home or participated in the liveliness on the bustling streets.

Observers atop the city walls, heavy machine gunners in the dark forts below the walls silently guarded this new city. No one knew how far they could go, but the future extended along with the highway.

Chen Yi quietly left the city and returned to familiar Jiangning.

Jiangning at dawn was very quiet; even the Riverside District in the city center had entered deep sleep. Occasionally two or three people passed by, kicking empty cans clattering across the ground, accompanied by bursts of drunken laughter.

As a commoner, such a world is beautiful.

As a power holder, such a world is ugly.

As a young person, a beautiful world makes them lose the chance to control power; an ugly world makes them lose the chance to control their lives.

Chen Yi tightened his clothes and decided to walk back to the university.

The victorious Ma La-State made him feel excitement, while simultaneously he felt pressure. If the old Ma La was a disposable idle piece, after investing so much strength, he could no longer say that.

Jiangning University was abnormally quiet.

Bo Lake, like a political prisoner accustomed to imprisonment, did not dare make a single sound under the night sky; apart from the pulse of breathing, it dared not express any opinion.

The towering trees on both sides of the road were like lonely, hard-to-console mature women, emitting the rustling sound of leaves rubbing in the pitch-black space; at the deepest moment of friction, all the trees would let out a synchronized, stifled gasp, then shed a few damaged leaves.

The dormitory buildings naturally had power cut on schedule. But some rooms still had lights on — final exams were coming up, and no matter how carefree university students usually were, at such a time they still needed a bit of genuine review.

Even more lights were on in the H Building Complex; graduate students and PhD students also had exams, and in a society of personal connections, perhaps only hard exams could give advisors a reason to be firm.

Reaching the 23rd floor, now only Chen Yi lived there. Given that Liu Xinyu and Jin Douna both resided here, the school intentionally or unintentionally directly ignored this dormitory to avoid management embarrassment. One only had to think of the foreign teachers who once shed blood and tears here to know that Student Chen was absolutely not a kind, easily bullied character.

Usually when returning, Chen Yi knocked; he did not even carry a key. But there was still some time before dawn, and waking others was clearly not good. He thought for a moment, then simply took out a bottle of Level 1 Curse Ink, drew a circle and silently chanted: Open the lock of Room 2308.

The door emitted a "click" and actually opened.

Chen Yi secretly marveled — this was not Curse Potion, clearly it was Universal Potion. If he ran out of money in the future, he would just bring this bottle and specialize in stealing corrupt officials, becoming a new-century Robin Hood.

The room was naturally pitch black, but after no more than two steps, light breathing sounds came from ahead.

Chen Yi smiled faintly and said in a low voice, "It's me."

"Shh, scared me to death." Jin Douna spoke in sweet, cloying Korean-accented Chinese, casually stuffing the bulky Glock 21 into her tight shorts.

The. 45 caliber stretched the tight fabric over a large bulge, revealing the pure black hair inside.

Chen Yi raised an eyebrow; with his Combat Skill Level 8 eyes, a trace of faint light was enough to see every detail in the room.

Just then Jin Douna covered her mouth and yawned, revealing her slender waist and pretty navel, while saying, "You're back so late; your room's gathered a bit of dust."

Chen Yi widened his eyes and unconsciously said, "What about your room."

The Korean beauty laughed, then shook her head and said, "So sleepy, tonight's a no-go."

"No-go what?"

"Everything's a no-go."

"Then nothing works, but you have to give me a place to sleep, right?" Chen Yi actually wanted to say: I haven't had an "anything goes" experience yet.

Jin Douna couldn't bring herself to tell Chen Yi to sleep on the sofa, or rather, she was more worried about when Liu Xinyu might come out and adopt Chen Yi sleeping on the sofa.

After weighing both sides, Jin Douna, whose head wasn't very clear, took Chen Yi's hand and headed back to the room, saying quietly: "Don't wake anyone up."

Chen Yi laughed quietly to himself; he had long since heard Liu Xinyu's breathing from the room next door. The sound of the door opening woke Jin Douna; Liu Xinyu would of course not still be sound asleep — they underwent the same training, after all.

"We'll sleep under two quilts; you sleep on the outside, I'll sleep on the inside."

"Okay."

"Really sleepy; go to sleep obediently."

"Yes."

"Don't stretch your leg over here."

"I know."

"Don't stretch your hand over here either."

"Mm." Chen Yi dipped his free fingers in the Curse Ink he had just taken out, drawing circles while silently chanting: "Let Jin Douna's bra snap."

"Oh."

"Hah."

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