kingnovel Chapter 97 Maid
Chapter 97 Maid
Kalimdor, Upper Nest, Zeredia Mansion.
In the luxurious banquet hall, the young head of the Zeredia family looked at the table full of delicacies with little interest.
William Zeredia, the fourth-generation heir of the Zeredia family, held businesses throughout Nat and the surrounding star regions. On Nat, for every ten yuan worth of bonds issued by a bank, he paid a three-yuan tax. It could be said that he was the wealthiest person on the planet.
But he was not happy since he was a child.
When he was very young, he understood that if you hold on to something you are born with, you will not lose it, but if you are not born with something, no matter how hard you try, it will be useless.
There is an invisible wall that locks my height. I have touched the ceiling since I was born and can no longer rise.
Being the biggest financier and banker on a planet is a position that many common people in the hive city dare not even dream of. However, William spends his days eating, holding parties, and sleeping with women. Occasionally, he personally directs his group to acquire or divest industries, but all he gets in return is a change in the last few digits of the long string of numbers representing his wealth.
uninteresting.
Thinking of this, William took out an exquisite wooden box from his pocket, opened the box, and found an unopened syringe lying quietly inside.
There is emerald green liquid in the syringe.
This was the "gift" given to him by the old fox.
Half a Terran year ago, when William first received this strange gift, he didn't take it seriously at all and casually stabbed it into the body of a slave.
Then William witnessed an incredible transformation in the slave. The slave's old and dim eyes began to shine again, his withered muscles began to become plump with blood, and even the most primitive instincts of the creature were awakened.
In order to continue experimenting with the effects of the potion, William met all the slave's needs, while he observed and recorded from the side.
After a week, the slave finally calmed down, but even so, his spirits were still several times better than before, as if he had suddenly become ten years younger.
While the slave labor was quieting down, William received an invitation to the Governor's banquet.
Normally, William would not bother to attend such banquets where no important topics were announced in advance, but this time he chose to attend.
The leaders of other families also chose to attend the banquet. Originally, their idea should have been the same as William's, that is, never to show up in public unless necessary.
Nothing important was discussed at the banquet, and they mostly just ate and drank, but William noticed the changes in the immortals from other families.
In William's eyes, those people were just a bunch of old bacon. They were shriveled and withered. Their bodies, which should have been buried long ago, were being kept alive by the Empire's life extension technology. The breath they exhaled was as foul as that of a rotting corpse.
But at this banquet, they seemed to be collectively rejuvenated, and the source of this change was obviously the magical "gift" from the governor.
Back to the present, William was playing with the syringe out of boredom, and finally put it away.
He didn't think he was so weak that he needed medication.
He knew what was happening in Zhongchao very well and had a deeper understanding.
A plague has broken out in Zhongchao now, but from the virus-filled brains of those severely infected with the plague, a magical emerald green liquid that can bring people back to life can be extracted.
William knew without a doubt the source of the plague. The other nobles were craving for this emerald green liquid, so they acquiesced in the governor's actions.
As for William, although he did not need this potion, he had no reason to object. Some of his industries in Zhongchao were indeed affected, but once Zhongchao was fully infected and this potion was mass-produced, he would be able to make more than ten times the profit from it.
As for the civilians in the middle nest... we'll just wait until the plague is over and we've cleaned them up before replacing them with a new batch.
He was not worried at all that the plague would endanger himself, because he had also sent people to investigate the cause of the plague, and finally concluded that it could be treated. The cost of treatment was unacceptable for ordinary people, but it was not a problem for him at all.
Besides, it would be even more fun if the plague started spreading in the Upper Nest.
William took a last look at the table full of strange foods. He really had no interest in them, so he asked someone to remove them.
"Wait a minute." But just as the maid was taking away the main course, William stopped her.
The main course was hidden under a large lid. It was the labor of love of the mansion's head chef. The renowned chef, who had served the Zeredia family for nearly seventy years, now racked his brains daily to create all sorts of extravagant and bizarre dishes, hoping the young, anorexic head of the family would taste a single bite.
William reached out to lift the lid. He originally just wanted to see what the chef had prepared for him, but he was stunned as soon as he opened a small gap.
Because the main dish under the lid is a simple pancake.
William remained in the posture of opening the lid for a long time, then put the lid down and leaned back in his seat.
How could he not recognize what this thing was? He was deeply impressed by this strange food that could force people to feel happy. Although the Governor's Emerald Green Potion had magical effects, he could at least guess the specific working principle of the potion. But this thing was the only one that he could not figure out no matter how hard he studied it.
However, the person who could make this Jianbing Guozi should have died, and there should be no Jianbing Guozi left on the market. It is precisely because he has not been able to eat Jianbing Guozi recently that he has developed symptoms of anorexia.
"Sir William, are you satisfied with this gift?" The maid who had been keeping her head down and silent while William was in a daze spoke.
Then William realized that he had no impression of this maid at all. This maid was almost half a head shorter than the other maids in the mansion, had short black hair, and her voice was deeper and hoarse than that of ordinary women.
"Who are you?" William spoke to the maid calmly while slowly reaching under the dining table where a gun was hidden in the secret compartment.
"If I were you, I wouldn't take that gun." The maid seemed to have fully anticipated William's plan. She placed the tray of pancakes in front of William, then took off her headdress and wig, and brushed back her bangs.
It was only then that William realized that the person in the maid outfit was actually a man.
"As for me, I'm the one who made this pancake. I also have another identity—the messenger of Om Messiah, the God of All Things."