Chapter 1284: Just a Slave

The observation and exchange activities of the Suiren clan leaders in Huaxia were basically coming to an end. Except for the two days on the weekend when Chengqie was on holiday and could take them around, there was no time left, so Huang had been taking them around. As Chengqie's personal Slave, and since Chengqie had explicitly stated that Huang could not be treated like an ordinary Slave, after all, Huang's value was very high.

Therefore, everyone just treated Huang as a very valuable, talking, fragile object; as long as they didn't lay a hand on him, there would be no problem.

Huang naturally would not think that he could receive respect from others. As a Slave, it was impossible to receive respect. Even if he was Baifeng's Slave, everyone's respect was given to Baifeng, and they feared Baifeng, not him, a Slave.

Huang was now able to come into contact with many texts and books every day because he had the textbooks of Chengqie and his younger siblings. In the process of serving them every day, he heard their discussions and conversations, and could learn even more knowledge. Just like that, without attending school, Huang managed to raise his knowledge base, excluding characters, to the level of a normal elementary school student.

However, because there were some things that, without a teacher explaining or demonstrating in person, could not be imagined just by relying on fragments of information, Huang could not reach a very high level; it could only be said to be an average level. If he could attend school normally, his grades would definitely be among the best.

It was just that he thought everything he did was very covert, but a person who is literate and a person who is illiterate have different subconscious actions, not to mention someone who is extremely thirsty for knowledge.

Even in later generations, when everyone was literate and entertainment activities were so rich and there was no lack of information sources, the person handing out flyers on the road would make you very annoyed, but once a flyer was shoved into your hand, you would still subconsciously take a look at it before finding a place to throw it away.

People generally would not pay attention to small details in various aspects, but Huang was very unlucky at the beginning; he was noticed, and then every move he made was watched by someone. Now, it had been completely confirmed, after all, who would flip through their master's textbooks to read when they had nothing to do, and read at such a slow speed, which was clearly reading.

Thus, this Huang, who was daydreaming about the future while working, was taken away by Chunfeng, who was smiling very kindly. How could Huang not know who Chunfeng was? Back then, the training teachers for their group were none other than Chunfeng and the others who came in turns, each teaching a little bit, and Chunfeng was also his teacher.

Therefore, in Huang's view, he and Chunfeng still had some teacher-student camaraderie, after all, Huaxia still valued this very much. So, on the way, he rubbed his hands and asked, "Teacher, where are you taking me, and what is the matter?"

Chunfeng only said very indifferently, "Do not call me teacher." He did not answer the remaining questions at all, and did not speak again for the rest of the way. Huang did not dare to speak either, and followed along in silence.

But the further he walked, the more panicked he felt in his heart, because the road he was walking on was the road to Baifeng's place. How could he possibly go to such a place?

Huang kept thinking about what the reason could be for calling him. The only reasonable explanation he could think of was those Suiren clan leaders; he had been accompanying them, so was it that the King wanted to ask him about this?

Or was it to arrange other tasks for him, such as monitoring Chengqie, or even things like taking action against Chengqie?

Huang's head was constantly filled with wild guesses, but he never guessed that he was in big trouble, because he could never imagine how he, who had disguised himself so well and had never been exposed, had been discovered.

Chunfeng took Huang into the office without any obstruction. Chunfeng reported to Baifeng that the person had been brought, and then stood to the side, like a wooden puppet, motionless.

Baifeng did not pay attention to Huang. He held Sanxin's document in his hand; he had just gained a bit of insight and could not be interrupted again.

At first, Huang kept his head down, not daring to look at anything, but slowly, his eyes began to wander. He looked at the surrounding environment, and then looked up at the King; everything was so novel. He really wanted to change his identity and then walk in here.

Then he saw a small thing on the ground, very small, but it seemed he had never seen it before. Sharp teeth, a lithe body; Huang immediately identified that this must be the cub of some kind of fierce beast, but Baifeng was not afraid, and Chunfeng was not afraid, which meant that this must be something the King kept.

Huang sighed in his heart that the King was too amazing. He could even keep this thing. He used to keep wolves, and now he kept a little tiger; what else could he not keep? Next time, even if he saw a bear, he wouldn't need to feel surprised.

Chunfeng looked at the wandering eyes of Huang, and his expression became even worse. Back during the training, he felt that this Huang was smart, learned quickly, and had good grades. Otherwise, how would he be qualified to serve Chengqie?

But now it seemed that it wouldn't do; being too smart was not good. He would forget his identity. The duty that a Slave should strictly adhere to, which he had taught him back then, Huang seemed to have forgotten.

It seemed that in the future, one could not praise any Slave. Once they were praised, a little self-esteem and self-confidence would rise in their hearts. These things were not needed for them as Slaves. If they brought these things into their work, that would be trouble, and if they let these things slowly brew and change, I am afraid that even more troublesome things would happen.

Although Chunfeng did not know what had happened, he could imagine that it certainly would not be a good thing. How could the King remember the name of a Slave, and how could he summon an ordinary Slave?

Just like him, was his name really Chunfeng? At the beginning, it was not this name, but the King always called it wrong, so the few of them agreed that whatever the King called them, they would immediately change their names to that. His own name, when registering, seemed to be Qiulei, but he was called Chunfeng now. This name had been used for several years, and the King had not called it wrong again, so they did not need to change their names.

But the few of them had basically changed their names. Perhaps this was intentional by Baifeng, but they undoubtedly made the right choice. Regardless of whether what Baifeng did was right or wrong, he would just execute it; do not attempt to interfere with or instruct the master on how to do things.