Chapter 173: The Rebellious Daily Life of the Demon Lord's Princess, Chapter 173: The Layout of the Dark Guard Camp

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Hearing this, Qianqian found it all the more interesting, and immediately asked again: "But what if the target someone wants killed is a truly good person? Would we accept such orders as well?"

Facing Qianqian's question, An Wang replied with a solemn expression: "Although there are indeed assassination missions among them, there are also those who come to inquire about intelligence and other matters.

So usually, this shopkeeper understands the basic circumstances of most people. If an order comes from someone with ill intentions trying to harm a good person, we naturally will not take it on.

After all, we have our own principles and bottom lines!" Qianqian blinked her large, watery eyes and asked again: "Then if we don't accept these missions, do we not need to worry about him going out and wagging his tongue?"

Only to see the corners of An Wang's mouth slightly rise, revealing a confident smile, as he responded: "He doesn't have that courage! You must know, the last fellow who tried to go out and spout nonsense has long since met his end in the Yellow Springs."

Anyone who comes here to post a bounty mission must first honestly reveal their true identity. If their authenticity cannot be confirmed, we will not accept it under any circumstances. Moreover, even if the other party's identity is genuine, if the task entrusted involves killing a good person, we will likewise not take it on.

If anyone dares to leak any information related to the Dark Guard Camp, what awaits him will surely be a dead end."

Hearing this, Qianqian suddenly came to a realization, nodding repeatedly in agreement. But soon, her curiosity surged like a tide, and she continued to ask: "Then how exactly does this white belt turn yellow?"

An Wang patiently explained: "After entering this place, a fierce duel is held every month. As long as one can successfully defeat an opponent of a higher level in this contest, one can advance in rank.

For example, if a person with a white belt defeats an opponent with a yellow belt, then he can transform into a yellow belt. The original yellow belt remains unchanged. Of course, if one unfortunately loses, one can only wait bitterly for another month and then participate in the competition again.

Moreover, the opponent for each challenge is randomly determined by drawing lots, so no one knows who their upcoming enemy is, naturally making it impossible to secretly hold back."

As for a red belt wanting to advance to a gold belt, they cannot rely on fighting duels, after all, masters of the gold belt level come and go without a trace on ordinary days, making it fundamentally difficult to see them in person, so there is no need to issue a challenge.

Every three months, dedicated personnel will be responsible for compiling a list of those who wish to enter the ranks of the gold belts. At that time, I, this prince, will personally appear on the scene and engage in a fierce duel with these challengers myself. Anyone who can withstand ten moves under my hand will qualify for promotion to a gold belt.

Hearing this, the expression of confusion on Qianqian's face instantly turned into one of sudden realization. Immediately after, An Wang smiled slightly and said softly: "Let's go, I'll take you upstairs for a look." Having said that, he took the lead and walked forward.

Only to see An Wang leading Qianqian to the entrance of a staircase. This staircase was designed quite uniquely, spiraling upward in a coil, and sturdy iron railings were installed around it. An Wang walked steadily in front, while Qianqian carefully followed behind.

The two climbed up the staircase all the way, and before long reached the top. What appeared before their eyes was a long corridor, with many rooms distributed within it. An Wang stopped his steps, turned around, and patiently explained to Qianqian: "This is the place provided for them to live in, do you want to go in and take a look?"

Hearing this, Qianqian nodded excitedly and eagerly responded: "I want to see, I want to see!" So An Wang reached out and gently pushed open one of the room doors.

After the room door opened, Qianqian curiously poked her head in to look around. Only to see that although the furnishings inside the room were relatively simple, all daily necessities were present. Four beds were placed in the room, perhaps because the room itself was quite spacious, even with four beds placed, it did not make people feel cramped or crowded at all.

Moreover, after walking into the room, one could see the quilts folded neatly and placed at the head of the bed, with distinct edges like tofu blocks; the washbasin was placed steadily on the shelf, and the towels inside were also folded into beautiful shapes.

Various daily necessities were arranged in an orderly manner, as if they were naturally meant to be in that position. Qianqian looked at all this, unable to help but open her mouth in surprise, secretly sighing in her heart: "This place is actually so neat!"

You must know, in her own room, it was never tidied up, and all the organizing work was always done by Mantou.

After finishing touring the living quarters, the two continued forward. Soon, they arrived in front of a room slightly smaller than the others. This room was precisely the place where An Wang handled official business on a daily basis.

Since An Wang did not often handle official business here, usually, if there were more urgent documents, they would be directly delivered by the Anqi to the Shufang in An Wangfu for handling.

Therefore, the furnishings inside the room were relatively simple and clear, with only an antique table and an exquisitely carved chair. A few unopened letters were sparsely placed on the table, seemingly waiting for the master to review them.

Immediately after, An Wang smiled and said to Qianqian: "Come, I'll take you to take a look at the Chufang." The words had just fallen, and the two turned around and went downstairs together. Passing through the Lianwu Chang, they saw a small and exquisite house standing behind.

At this moment, wisps of green smoke were continuously rising from the house's chimney, and at the same time, tempting aromas wafted out from time to time, making one drool. An Wang led Qianqian to the door with practiced ease and found that the door was not closed.

Looking inside through the crack of the door, one could see a plump auntie busily working. An Wang and Qianqian walked into the courtyard side by side, and just as their two figures appeared at the entrance, the busy plump auntie saw An Wang at a glance.

Her face was instantly covered with smiles, and she hurriedly went forward to say: "Master, you have come! Will you stay here for lunch today? This servant will prepare some good wine and dishes for you."

An Wang smiled and waved his hand, responding: "No need to trouble yourself, this prince still has matters to attend to later and must leave immediately. You go on and be busy." Having finished speaking, he gently patted the plump auntie's shoulder, indicating she need not stand on ceremony.

The plump auntie, hearing this, readily responded: "Alright, then Master, you do as you please, this servant will go be busy first." Then she turned around and threw herself back into the affairs at hand.

Qianqian stood to one side, her gaze attracted by the scene before her. Only to see a huge iron pot placed on the stove, inside which fragrant bones were being stewed, while on the table to the other side were placed all kinds of dishes.

She couldn't help but take a deep breath, intoxicated by the tempting aroma, and muttered to herself: "Father, the food in this Dark Guard Camp is too good, isn't it?"