I work as a housekeeper in Guilou

Chapter 254 Killing a Certain Bone Immortal ()

"I thought you could only reach the second level after breaking through the sky, but I didn't expect that you would be a fifth-level slave."

Dean Zhou clicked his tongue in admiration, his tone sounding like he was saying: "Look, golden legend!"

However, when Xia Qimiao heard the word "slave", she felt that it was a graded dog tag and that it was rubbish.

"Is there anything special about this?"

"Let's go, let's talk as we walk." Dean Zhou did not return the wooden sign directly to the blind man, but put it into his pocket. "I will return this thing to you after I finish registering it."

"it is good."

Xia Qimiao lit her blind stick and found that this time he was very discerning and knew how to slow down and wait for her to catch up, instead of taking the first step and leaving her far away like before.

"It turns out that you are only a newcomer and are not qualified to listen to the following words, but now you have passed the test of His Holiness and are a fifth-level slave. This is very different."

It sounds like saying that a person is a good dog, no matter how harsh it sounds.

"Dean Zhou, there is no need to talk about level. After all, your ability as a slave is definitely far better than mine. Level five is definitely not worth mentioning in front of you."

The implication is that you seem to be a good dog for Weird Things.

Dean Zhou felt that the blind man's tone was sincere and did not hear the irony in it. Instead, he thought to himself that this boy was quite good at talking and praised him for his comfort.

"No, to be able to sit in my seat, you must be at least level seven. Don't look at it. There is only two levels difference. That's a huge difference."

Under his nonsense, Xia Qimiao extracted effective information and finally understood the hierarchical system here.

Newcomers entering this sanatorium and entering the Venerable's room will receive a wooden sign after being recognized. The darker the wooden sign, the higher the level.

Generally speaking, newcomers will be at level one or level two, live in an eight-person room, are not allowed to go out, are restricted to activities within the confines of the nursing home, are allowed to make phone calls for a short time each week, and will be strictly monitored.

They can be promoted to level three by recruiting others to join the team and making contributions, etc. They must also be promoted to level three within one month.

Third-level slaves, Dean Zhou calls them team members. Although their status is only one level higher than that of newcomers, their treatment is much higher.

Team members live in a two-person room, are allowed to go out one day a week, and can make phone calls once a day. They also have fixed targets, but they have a lot of time, which is four months.

By the way, both the tattooed man and the bald man are level three.

When you reach level five, you will be equivalent to a team leader. You will not be restrained or monitored. There are no hard targets.

"Although there is no requirement, at this level, whoever does not sincerely want to work for His Holiness, just for a few days of public days, the team leaders will break their heads. Young people just love to show off, Too ignorant.”

Dean Zhou put his hands behind his back and criticized him, but his expression showed a hint of pride, and he didn't know what he was proud of.

"Who is not?" Xia Qimiao echoed, whoever loves is, but she is not the one anyway.

He looked over and said, "Although you are at level five now, we currently don't have a team leader spot available, so I can't arrange it for you."

"However, you still have to meet. It just so happens that there is an open day meeting tomorrow morning. You can come and listen to it together."

"Open day?" In just a few minutes, this was the second time she heard the name.

"It is the day when the radiance of the infinite sages will shine on the ignorant people." Walking to the door, Dean Zhou stretched out his hand to prevent the blind man from tripping over the threshold, but it happened to be missed and he missed the opportunity. Xia Qimiao pretended not to know about this episode and walked into the room "accidentally" first.

"Sit down." Dean Zhou specially pulled the chair open to make it easier for people to sit in. "The day after tomorrow is the day when the sanatorium is open to the public. We will allow outsiders to come in and visit, and we will also give a lecture."

"Speaking of which, I still don't know, what exactly does our nursing home do?"

Dean Zhou took out a box of scarlet ink pad, and when he opened it, the fishy smell came out. Xia Qimiao couldn't help but touch his nose with his hand when he smelled the smell.

"It's a sanitarium," he paused a little strangely, and turned his eyes specifically to the blind man, "of course it serves His Holiness."

"Your Majesty asked me to go east, but I will never go west. It wanted to recruit more people as slaves, so I did it for it."

Xia Qimiao felt that the look he had just cast was meaningful and felt that it was not what he really meant. Of course, this does not mean that he lied and deceived, but that he may have hidden something.

Dean Zhou took out the wooden sign that belonged to the blind man, put it vertically into the ink pad, dipped it in, and then tapped it on a blank form.

This table has no title, no notes, only three columns and four rows, and the place where he typed was directly above the table.

Then, he took out another piece of paper from the drawer. This one was more colorful than the previous one, with various seals on it.

Dean Zhou tapped the paper again and found that the color was one of the darker ones.

After he was done, he put the used wooden sign into Xia Qimiao's hand: "Okay, I will return the wooden sign to you. Don't lose this."

During the brief touch, Xia Qimiao felt that his hands were extremely cold and had no flesh, just bones.

"Oh, yes, there is one more thing." Dean Zhou handed over the pen again. After the blind man caught it, he held his wrist and circled the pen. "You sign here."

That's right below the first table.

Xia Qimiao's pen tip moved. Instead of writing immediately, he raised his head and asked, "I usually carve Braille. If I want to write my name, it might be a little messy. Does it matter?"

"This..." This was the first time Dean Zhou encountered this situation. He thought for a moment before replying, "It's okay."

"Okay." After receiving the answer, she made a few random strokes on it with peace of mind. When she finally picked up the pen, the line flew out and crossed the form.

She didn't intend to sign with her real name. Judging from Dean Zhou's performance, he didn't raise any questions. He probably couldn't tell whether it was a real name or a fake one.

"Level 5 has one room per person. It's getting late now. I'll have someone take you back to your room to rest. There will be a meeting at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. You can't be late."

After saying that, Dean Zhou picked up the phone on the table and asked the tattooed man and the bald man to come over.

The tattooed man came quickly.

"It just so happens that no team is willing to accept them. It's just a good time to get along now. If there are places in the future, you can become the team leader, and you can promote them."

The bald man followed closely, and his eyes widened when he heard these words. They must have only been separated for half a day, not half a year, right?

I saw a sentence today, which probably means "I have the freedom to create the biggest garbage in the world." I was inexplicably touched, but I imagined the scene after I said this sentence to the heroine——

Xia: Who are you calling trash?

Author: (sweating)