latelenovela Chapter 407
Chapter 407
He Li Zhenren made no attempt to hide anything; this was a place arranged by the military, not his. He could look wherever he wanted, as long as a deal could be struck, anything was acceptable.
He stomped his foot, and the restrictions beneath the cauldron loosened, unleashing a burst of red flames.
"Alright, you've seen it all. I'll take this order. Is there anything else? If not, please leave." The flame flickered for only a moment; after all, there was nothing inside the cauldron, so it couldn't be kept burning for too long. Master He Li had no interest in such trivial matters, so he dismissed him.
Zhong Ming nodded and bowed in farewell.
Next, we need to ask others for help.
As he stepped out of the room, he couldn't help but sigh to himself, "That's really expensive." He had prepared his own materials, and it only cost him a thousand or so military merit points to forge a mid-grade spiritual weapon, the scale armor. But without his own materials, it cost him five hundred military merit points to forge a top-grade magic weapon.
Seriously, they spend money like water.
The journey at Obsidian Fortress has come to an end. The martial law here has been restored to normal under the command of the battalion commander, but no one dares to relax. Everyone is on high alert and has not let their guard down for a moment.
Zhong Ming was "sent out" of the fortress almost as if he were being "expelled".
He straightened his clothes, and then went to the transport team that had entrusted them with transporting materials, the soldiers of the supply team, and the "twin team" of his maintenance team, the repair team.
There are some differences between the maintenance team and the repair team. The repair team mainly maintains shells and cannons, while the maintenance team belongs to the logistics team and maintains the camp, including houses and various barriers. The more fortifications the engineering team repairs, the more work the maintenance team has.
This obsidian fortress is also temporarily under their control, but the fortress already had dedicated staff to maintain it, and they are just general workers.
Zhong Ming wants to plant spies all over him!
When he finished all that and returned to the warehouse, it was already late at night.
He felt ashamed.
Zhang Youcai was his half-disciple, but he never had time to teach him, and he still can't do it today.
He sighed, went back into one of the boxes, slept for a while, and resolved to stand the box upright the next day and spend the night meditating.
Days passed by, and the past few days have been peaceful, which is the norm for a garrison; there shouldn't have been so many incidents in the first place.
That day, Zhong Ming finished his meditation and stood up. Just a few minutes later, a new batch of artillery shells arrived. He opened all the boxes, checked them, and then personally put them on the shelves. He then decided to go up to the top of the warehouse for some fresh air.
The top of the warehouse is a good lookout point; with the help of the no-fly zone, there's no need to worry about attacks from above.
Zhong Ming sat on it, let out a long sigh, and looked into the distance at his broken castle, which, like the artillery camp today, was teetering on the brink of collapse and slowly being repaired.
Suddenly, there was some commotion below.
“I came to find Master Cuihong about something he entrusted to me. He said I could come here to find him.”
"Do you know where this place is? You don't even have the right to look at it. Master Cuihong entrusted you with something? Don't be ridiculous. Get out of here before I get angry."
The guard remained as arrogant as ever, but the man in front of him hesitated for a moment before persisting.
"Please inform them that this is indeed something Master Cuihong entrusted me to do. It was a commission made in person, so there's no room for pretense."
The guard had already drawn his blade.
"Are you ordering me?"
Another guard pressed down on his sword-wielding hand and said calmly, "Did Lord Cuihong tell you which warehouse to look for him in?"
"No...no."
"That....."
"What?!" A bell rang out from the sky, crashing down directly behind two guards.
His appearance was so sudden that neither of them was prepared. The guard with the knife almost instinctively turned around and raised his knife, but the blade was firmly held down by Zhong Ming's hand and the other guard's hand, causing him to twist and fall to the ground when he turned around.
"What, you want to cut me?" Zhong Ming's voice suddenly rose several octaves, startling him so much that he waved his hands repeatedly, but the blade in his hand seemed to be clamped in a vise, unable to move an inch.
Zhong Ming put on an extremely serious face, and with a flick of his hand, threw the man and knife to the ground. "Is this how you do things? You didn't even know the situation, could you not even announce your arrival? If you dare to make things difficult for others again, I will personally write a report to have you dismissed from your post."
The guard tumbled and fell to the ground, apologizing repeatedly and not daring to say anything more, but a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes.
Zhong Ming pulled the trembling low-level cultivator aside and patted him on the shoulder.
"Don't be afraid. These idiots are just trying to get some bribes from you. Don't pay them any mind. That's all they have on their heads."
The two turned a corner and came to the back of a house. There were basically no dark alleys in the military camp, so they found a quiet place to make do.
Zhong Ming stopped and, seeing that no one was around, signaled that the other party could begin speaking.
“My lord, when we went to deliver the refining materials... one of our brothers accidentally bumped into someone and got beaten up,” he said in a very soft voice and spoke very quickly, as if afraid that Zhong Ming would find it offensive. “Later, when things got heated, he remembered your commission and went to the refiner’s side. He saw someone come out of his refining room.”
Do you know anyone by name?
"That brother said the man was completely covered up, but a jade plaque was visible. It looked like a bamboo shape, but the pattern carved at the bottom should be a Pixiu. The plaque had '993' written on it."
"Gone?"
"Well, that's all, sir. We are of low status and don't recognize the jade pendant. Please don't take offense." After he finished speaking, he felt a warmth in his chest.
Zhong Ming stuffed a handful of mid-grade fire spirit stones into his chest pouch. "Go find that brother, give some to him to treat his illness, and you can divide the rest among yourselves. I want you to stick together, understand?"
The short man nodded vigorously twice, then turned and ran away.
This is a test, a test of whether education can overcome human nature.
Zhong Ming hoped he wasn't holding back, because if he was, he would be qualified to be promoted to an organizer of his own "militia".
He pondered the jade plaque for a moment. He was certain he had never seen it before, but there were only a few types of jade plaques hanging here.
Since he came out of the weapon refiner's room, there's a high probability that the jade tablet was a treasure he requested someone else to refine for him.
Identification documents are required for use in Cliff City, various auction houses, and for official positions.
Personal hobby, purely for decoration (which is highly unlikely).
Zhong Ming ruled out the possibility that he was an ordinary customer, because the other party had accepted his order and should be busy refining weapons now, and would not see ordinary people who came to him.
So he made use of another network of connections.
He wasn't familiar with this kind of thing, but when it came to playboys, he had the number one playboy in the 134th Battalion.