The Family Affairs Administration is a separate high-rise building in the west wing of the mansion, next to the office of Chief Attendant Hebrew, and opposite the dungeon. www.しwxs. com The lobby is made of silver-white metal and is very spacious. There are seven or eight elevators in the center. The elevator doors are numbered and have different-color signs. The number plate on one of the elevators was pure black and marked No. 9. Lucas was actually very familiar with it. That was the elevator leading to the underground slave management center. Every time Lucas went to the Family Affairs Bureau, he always went to the slave management center to receive punishment or assessment. No matter which way it is, he must take off his clothes in this elevator and walk into the door of the management center naked so that he can quickly recall his identity.
The trainee attendant pressed the pure white elevator No. 1 for Lucas, which leads to the office of the Secretary of State, on the top floor.
A valet greeted them outside the elevator. Although the trainee attendant was reluctant to let the opportunity he had worked so hard to get in touch with his role model and idol end like this, he had no choice but to hand over Lucas to the valet and take the elevator back as he was.
Lucas was actually very curious about the Secretary's office, but the valet did not take him to see the Secretary immediately. Instead, he invited him into a lounge first.
"Please change your clothes and rest first, and have some dinner." The valet opened the door to the lounge, invited Lucas in, and explained, "Mr. Director is dealing with an urgent matter. It will take about half an hour and he will be here later." See you."
The automatic door closed behind him, but the valet did not follow him. Lucas was the only one in the lounge. He looked around and found that the lounge area was not very spacious. The room was long, with a few sofas and some furnishings placed on both sides. It was exquisite enough, but by the standards of the Acropolis, it seemed more appropriate. It's like a corridor rather than a dedicated lounge.
The room had no windows and was lit with bright lights. The sofa and other furnishings showed no signs of use. The floor was covered with brightly colored carpets. Lucas walked to the end of the room and found a door on the side. Sensing his arrival, the door opened automatically.
Behind the door is a bathroom. It is round, with a crabapple petal-shaped hot spring pool in the center. The four walls are inlaid with mirrors. The space is spacious but empty, with almost no furnishings. There is only a dining car beside the handrail of the bath. .
There was no food on the dining cart, but a small bottle of charming purple reagent was placed in the middle, exuding a cold and strange light. Next to it is a delicate and small transparent medicine bag with some light blue powder inside. Next to it is a goblet, containing wine that has been sobered, as red as blood. The bright red color of the wine contrasts with the rich purple color of the reagent, giving it an extraordinarily eerie beauty. On the other side of the reagent bottle is a medical tray, which is neatly placed with cotton balls, tweezers, and syringes that have been filled with gel-like medicine. There is a piece of paper lying in a prominent position in front of the reagent bottle, which is the instruction manual.
After reading the instructions, Lucas crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the decomposer, and then began to take off his clothes. He took off all his clothes, □□. His strong body was reflected in the mirrors on the walls. He was well-proportioned and powerful, and his skin was dark wheat in color, smooth and glowing with the charming luster unique to those with abilities.
Lucas didn't mean to appreciate it, so he directly picked up the medicine bag, crushed it, poured the powder into his mouth, and swallowed it with wine. The effect of the medicine was very fast, and it reached the genetic level almost as soon as he swallowed it. In just a second or two, he began to feel hot all over his body, and his blood and cell fluid seemed to start to burn. He suppressed the desire to crush the smart surgical robots with energy, picked up the syringe, and quickly pierced the buttocks on both sides several times. The catalyst frozen at minus ten degrees is instantly injected into the skin, bringing a shiver of coolness. Soon the coolness was overwhelmed by the heat. The catalyst quickly reactivated under the heat conduction of body temperature and started to react.
The muscles in Lucas' buttocks turned white under the influence of the catalyst. The red genetic brand and slave code gradually began to emerge from under the skin, and the color became thicker and thicker, so red that it almost dripped. A shocking string of red letters was reflected on the mirror, not far away was the ferocious slave stamp. There were ugly scars on the walls in all directions, no matter where he stood Na'er could see the ugly scars on his body. But Lucas didn't look at it much. He had already become accustomed to these things, and he was numb and unaware of them. He just immediately picked up the cotton ball with tweezers, followed the instructions, dipped in purple reagent and wiped it where the code and stamp appeared - this is the advantage of being surrounded by mirror walls, which allows him to find the correct location at any time. position, you can complete this job by yourself.
Lucas frowned slightly and wiped it carefully and intently until the entire bottle of reagent was used up. He wiped the emblem and code into a blur of red, like a monkey's butt.
Lucas had no idea that he had returned to the state of his original ancestor. He just checked the instructions to confirm again that the degree of spreading was indeed up to standard. Then he waved his arm and swept everything from the dining cart into the decomposer.
The central crabapple petal-shaped soup pool began to fill with water, and the bathroom was soon filled with dense water vapor. Lucas jumped into the soup pool and sank slowly. The hot water covered his head. His whole body was submerged in the water. He closed his eyes and took a nap.
The water in the pool washed away the red color on his body. The body of the microrobot that had completed the genetic imprint removal surgery was excreted from the pores along with metabolism and was taken away by the water.
Fifteen minutes later, the water level in the hot spring began to drop automatically. Lucas woke up from his nap and jumped out of the water to land.
Lucas walked to the mirror. The mirror was covered in fog. The air system had just started working, and the fog had not had time to be blown dry. Lucas wiped a smear on the mirror. From the exposed small area of the mirror, he saw that his whole body was as smooth as new, and the slave stamps and codes had completely disappeared.
Lucas sighed as if with emotion, feeling a sudden and uncontrollable excitement in his heart. It was a completely unprepared and unfamiliar emotion, but it was so deep, so broad and familiar, continuous, and could not be calmed down for a long time.
newborn
When he bent down to pick up his shirt, Lucas suddenly thought of this word. He thought, maybe this is what it feels like to be reborn.
The automatic door slid open from the other side of the bathroom, and two teams of female slaves appeared beside the door, kneeling down with bath towels in their hands. Lucas swiped his shirt on the mirror and strode over.
The female slaves put bath towels on him and surrounded him as he went out. Outside is a dressing room, and Lucas's gown is ready, exactly the same as the one he took off before. The slave girls dried his body and hair, and then helped him put on his clothes. The maid who put on his trousers immediately bit into his burgeoning desire as soon as she touched it. Her skills were perfected and her expression was natural, as if it was the most common job in dressing. The other slave girl next to her also temporarily put down her work, rolled up her skirt, opened her flexible waist, and held her ankles with both hands.
It really is just a job. Lucas had gone through the most orthodox slave training before being presented to David, so he was well aware of this. Specially placed soft couches and pleasure objects can be found in almost all noble dressing rooms. Many male members of aristocratic families have a good habit of venting excess energy in the locker room - just for the sake of family inheritance, this is also a virtue worth encouraging. Female slaves have always been fertile ground for family prosperity, worthy of watering every moment and grasping every detail. And family history often comes from details.
This is the beginning of a family, and the kind-hearted secretary is trying to teach him the missing first lesson. As a new aristocrat, Lucas should have accepted the kindness of the director of affairs, enjoyed the tenderness of the slave girl and tried to have a child. But now, Lucas obviously had no interest in venting. When the slave girl relieved his desire a little, he pushed her head away.
After getting dressed, Lucas walked out. Outside the dressing room is the lounge, which is magnificent and majestic. Through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the deep beauty of the starry sky. It is a lounge specially prepared for nobles.
The valet brought fine wine and carefully prepared meals, and two sets of tableware were set. The carved wooden door opened, and the affairs director walked in from the outside at just the right time.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lucas, for keeping you waiting for so long. Can I have the honor of having supper with you?" The Director of Affairs sat opposite Lucas, shook off the tablecloth, picked up the knife and fork, "Time is pressing, I think Do we have to talk while we eat?”
"Can you tell me your current assets, sir?" he asked. "I need you to provide a list first."
"In terms of property -" Lucas subconsciously opened the ring. He had the airship villa given to him by his master, as well as some occasional trophies. He remembered that the slave management center gave him a sum of money every month. The small subsidies are in the name of "equipment expenses" and "food subsidies", but in fact he has nothing to spend money on. After so many years of accumulation, it should not be too little.
"No, no need." The secretary waved his hands in annoyance as soon as he saw Lucas turning over the ring, "If it's those things in your public account, then you don't need to tell me. I think I know what you are doing better than you. There are a few steel balls inside."
"You haven't saved any private money?" He looked at Lucas in confusion, "Having been a high-level superpower user for so many years, level 6 in ten years, level 7 in two years -"
Lucas put down the fork he was about to loosen and tightened his mouth, and replied seriously: "Do you think this is possible?"
"It is indeed like this!" The secretary clenched his fist and knocked on the table, and said angrily: "I knew it, I knew it would be like this!"
"Okay, Mr. Lucas, let's make this short, open the skylight and speak frankly. If I let you walk out like this naked and poor tomorrow morning, you will be a disgrace to the master! A serious disgrace to the master! Of course, The master suddenly made you a noble, which really caught us off guard, but the responsibility of a slave is to make the master worry-free. We must spend one night to turn you into a noble. A true noble cannot lose the face of the master. !”
"We can't count on the gifts after tomorrow's morning service. We have to maintain at least a semblance of fairness. So this is the only way." The affairs director waved his fork and shouted: "Now I will give you one hundred and fifty low-level ability users, fifty There are three intermediate-level officers and three senior-level officers. I will give you five hundred attendants and ten thousand slaves."
