bookpower Chapter 424: 255: A Great Humiliation (Part 1)_1
Chapter 424: 255: A Great Humiliation (Part 1)_1
Chapter 424: Chapter 255: A Great Humiliation (Part 1)_1
Having received a wooden token, Kevin finally officially moved into St. Louis.
This place looked like a prison, but it had already become an underground city.
It had its own mines, the slag from which would be mixed and calcined to produce good building materials.
It also had relations with other places; some of the lumber mills had been bought up by the Angel Envoys and were continuously supplying raw materials here.
After careful calculation, Kevin found the amount of materials needed here was absurdly large.
The resources of the entire Yifate seemed barely sufficient to satisfy the appetite of this prison, and the modified steam engine was like a terrifying beast, ingesting the raw materials and churning out products.
The system here was also quite peculiar; Angel Envoys and residents were intermixed, forming numerous guilds, coordinating their respective production lines to keep producing a variety of products without interruption.
Although Kevin was a bit curious about what exactly was being produced here, he was not qualified to enter the lower levels and didn’t know what those Angel Envoys were up to.
The wooden token issued to him bore his basic information and address, engraved with machinery, which showed a high level of mechanization here.
However, what displeased Kevin was that his noble rank wasn’t marked on it, only the words “Former Noble.”
Seeing these words, Kevin sneered.
Even though he had committed a crime, the upper echelons of Yifate had not stripped him of his noble title; how dared they make him a “former noble” here?
The rights of nobility were sacred and inviolable; how dared they.
With dissatisfaction, he went to his new residence, and his displeasure turned into anger.@@@@
The dwelling was a converted cell, just with bars removed, walls erected, and the iron door replaced with a wooden one bearing a door tag; the space was even smaller than his own bathroom.
So, why did I take the blame for Drey in the first place!
“I know!”
Pointing at the young man, Kevin said arrogantly, “Come here, help me sort out my clothes, and then assist me with changing.”
Kevin’s current clothes were prison garments, the rough texture chafed his skin painfully, and he urgently needed a piece of clothing to change out of them.
However, back at home, he had servants to help him dress, and without them, he didn’t even know how to put on clothes.
The young man didn’t move, simply watching Kevin with keen interest.
This attitude irked Kevin, who asked impatiently, “What are you looking at?”
“I feel as though I’m seeing my former self. When I arrived here half a month ago, I didn’t know how to dress myself either.”
“And now?”
“Still don’t know, but I’ve learned to don clothes. I leave the buttons fastened, wash them like that, and just tuck them in when I put them on.”
“I see... so aren’t you going to come and help me get dressed?”
“Do it yourself,” the young man returned to his bed and continued to read leisurely, “Here, you must do everything on your own – dress, bathe, get books, eat. You’ll only get to eat if you work every day; weekends are off. Stop acting like a noble; everyone in this area is a former noble.”
“But I am a level-five noble!”
“I’m a level-three noble.”
At those words, Kevin lost all his previous airs.
He stood silently for a while, about to speak, when he saw the young man flip the book to the second cover, revealing an emblem inside.
An emblem was a mandatory subject for every noble; each family’s emblem was unique, encapsulating a family’s history and lineage.
An emblem’s pattern was very complex, but every single line contained its own unique history and heritage; it was a compulsory course for every noble.