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The Family Affairs Administration is located in the west wing of the mansion, a separate high-rise building, next to the office of the chief acolyte, Hebrew, and opposite the dungeon. The www.biquge.info hall is silver-white metal, very spacious, with seven or eight elevators in the center, and the elevator doors are numbered with signs of different colors. The number plate of one of the elevators is pure black, indicating that it is No. 9, which Lucas is actually very familiar with. It was the elevator to the underground slave management center, and Lucas used to go to the slave management center almost every time he went to the family affairs bureau to be punished or evaluated. Either way, he had to take off his clothes in this elevator and walk naked through the door of the management center in order for him to quickly recall his identity.

The midshipman pressed the pure white Elevator No. 1 for Lucas, which led to the Director's Office, on the top floor.

A valet greeted them outside the elevator. Although the trainee attendant was reluctant to end the opportunity to get in touch with the role model and idol in his mind, he had no choice but to hand over Lucas to the manservant and take the elevator back as he was.

Lucas was curious about the Director's office, but instead of taking him to the Director's office immediately, the valet invited him into a break room first.

"Your Excellency, please change your clothes and have some dinner," said the manservant, opening the door to the lounge, inviting Lucas in, and explained, "Mr. Chief is dealing with an urgent matter, which will take about half an hour, and will come to see you later." ”

The automatic door closes at the back, the valet doesn't follow, and Lucas is currently the only one in the lounge. He looked around and saw that the lounge was not very spacious, the room was long, with a few sofas and some furnishings placed on either side, it was delicate enough, but by the standards of the Acropolis, it seemed to be more like a corridor than a special lounge.

The room had no windows, bright lights, no signs of use of the sofa and other furnishings, and brightly colored carpets on the floor, Lucas walked to the end of the room to find a door on the side. Sensing his arrival, the door opened automatically.

Behind the door is a bath, round, with a hot spring pool in the shape of begonia petals in the center, and the four walls are inlaid with mirrors, spacious enough but empty, with almost no furnishings, except for a dining car by the handrail of the bath.

There was no food on the dining car, but a small bottle of purple reagent was placed in the center, exuding a cold and strange brilliance. Next to it was a delicate, small, transparent medicine sac with some light blue powder inside. Next to it was a goblet containing the wine that had been awakened, bright red as blood. The bright red color of the wine and the strong purple of the reagent are contrasted, and there is a particularly eerie beauty. On the other side of the bottle is a medical tray neatly arranged with cotton balls, tweezers, and syringes that have been filled with a gel-like agent. In front of the reagent bottle, there is a piece of notepad, 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 undress. He stripped himself naked and □□. The muscular body is reflected in the mirrors on the four walls, the figure is well-proportioned and powerful, and the skin is dark wheat, smooth and glossy, with a charming luster peculiar to those who are capable.

Lucas didn't mean to appreciate it, he just picked up the medicine bag, crushed it, poured the powder into his mouth, and swallowed it with wine. The effect of the drug was very fast, almost as soon as he swallowed it, he reached the genetic level, and in just a second or two, he began to feel a fever all over his body, and the blood and cell fluid seemed to start burning. He suppressed the energy grinding* of those intelligent surgical robots*, picked up the syringe, and quickly stabbed it around the sides of the buttocks several times. The freezing catalyst freeze at minus 10 degrees Celsius is instantly injected into the subcutaneous area, bringing a shivering coolness. Soon the coolness was drowned out by the fire, and the catalyst quickly regained its activity under the heat conduction of body temperature and began to react.

The muscles in Lucas's buttocks turned whitish under the action of the catalyst. The red gene imprint and slave code began to emerge from under the skin, and the color became more and more intense, almost dripping red. A shocking string of red letters was reflected on the mirror, and not far away was the hideous slave stamp. On the walls on all sides, he could see the ugly scars on his body wherever he stood on him. But Lucas didn't look at it much, he was already familiar with it, and he was numb and ignorant. He just immediately picked up the cotton ball with tweezers and followed the instructions to dip the purple reagent in the spot where the code and stamp appeared - this is the advantage of having mirror walls on all sides, it allows him to find the right position at any time, and he can do this job on his own.

Lucas frowned slightly, and carefully and attentively wiped it again and again until he had used up the entire bottle of reagent. The emblem and code were blurred red, like a monkey's butt.

Lucas was unaware of his return to the state of his primitive ancestors, and only said that he had reaffirmed that the extent of his dispersion had indeed been met. Then with a wave of his arm, he swept everything on the food cart into the disintegrator.

The petal-shaped bath in the center began to fill with water, and the bathroom was soon filled with steam. Lucas jumped into the pool and slowly sank, the hot water was over his head, and he was all in the water, closing his eyes for a short nap.

The pool washed away the red from his body. The corpse of the microrobot that has undergone the gene imprinting surgery in the body is also excreted from the pores with metabolism and carried away by water.

Fifteen minutes later, the surface of the hot spring began to descend on its own, and Lucas woke up from his nap and jumped out of the water to the shore.

Lucas walked over to the mirror, which was covered in fog, the air system had just started working, and the fog had not yet had time to be blown dry. Lucas wiped it on the mirror, and from the small piece of the mirror that was exposed, he saw that he was as clean as new, and that the slave mark and code were completely gone.

Lucas sighed with emotion, and there was a sudden excitement in his heart. It was a completely unprepared, unfamiliar emotion, but so deep, so vast and familiar, so continuous, that it could not be calmed down for a long time.

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As he bent down to pick up his shirt, the word popped into Lucas's head, and he thought, maybe that's what it's like to be reborn.

The automatic door slid open from the other side of the bathroom, and two groups of slave girls appeared by the door, kneeling down with bath towels in their hands. Lucas tossed his shirt away from the mirror, then strode over.

The slave girls draped the bath towel over him and hugged him out the door. Outside was a dressing room, and Lucas's gown was ready, exactly like the one he had taken off. The slave girls dried his whole body and hair, and then waited for him to get dressed. The maid who dressed him in trousers immediately bit into him when he met his thriving desire/desire, and his skill was perfected, and his expression was natural, as if it were the most ordinary job of serving a changing dress. Another slave girl beside her also put down her work for the time being, pulled up her skirt, bent and flexible waist, opened her body, and held her ankles with both hands.

It's really just a job. Lucas had undergone the most orthodox slave training before being sacrificed to David, so he was well aware of this. Almost all aristocrats can find soft couches and pleasure objects in their dressing rooms. Many male members of aristocratic families have a good habit of venting their excess energy in the dressing room – just for the sake of family legacy, which is also a virtue to be encouraged. Female slaves have always been the fertile field of family prosperity, which is worth watering from time to time and grasping every detail. And the history of the family often comes from the details.

It was the beginning of a family, and the kind Secretary of Affairs was trying to catch up on his 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 see if he could have a child. But now, Lucas was clearly not interested in venting, and when the slave girl had eased his desires a little, he pushed her head away.

After getting dressed, Lucas walked out. Outside the dressing room is the lounge, which is magnificent and magnificent, and you can see the deep beauty of the starry sky through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, which is a lounge specially prepared for the aristocracy.

The valet brought wine and well-prepared delicacies, and set two sets of utensils. The carved wooden door was pushed open, and the director of the bureau walked in from the outside, just in time.

"I'm sorry, Lord Lucas, I've kept you waiting, can I have the pleasure of having supper with you?" the Director of Affairs sat down across from Lucas, shook off the cloth, and picked up his knife and fork, "Time is pressing, I think we have to talk while eating?"

"Can you tell me the status of your current assets, Your Excellency?" he asked, "I need you to provide a list first." ”

"Property-" Lucas subconsciously flipped open the ring, he had the airship villa given to him by his master, as well as some occasional loot, he remembered that the slave management center gave him a small amount of subsidies every month, in the name of "installation fees" and "food subsidies", but in fact, he didn't have anything to spend money on, and after so many years of accumulation, it should not be small.

"No, no. As soon as the Secretary of the Bureau saw Lucas flipping his ring, he waved his hand in annoyance, "If it's something you have in your public account, then don't tell me, I think I know better than you how many steel hammers you have in your pocket." ”

"You haven't saved some private money?" he looked at Lucas incredulously, "Such a high-level superpower person for many years, six levels in ten years, seven levels in two years-"

Lucas put down the fork that was about to tighten his mouth and replied very seriously: "Do you think this is possible?"

"That's right!" the director of the bureau slammed his fist on the table and said angrily, "I knew it, I knew it would be like this!"

"Well, Lord Lucas, let's make a long story short, open the skylight and say something. If I let you go out like this tomorrow morning, you will be dishonoring your master's face! Seriously disgrace your master's face! Of course, the master's sudden title of nobleman really caught us off guard, but the duty of the slave is to make the master worry, and we must use this night to turn you into a nobleman, a real nobleman, and we can't let you lose the face of your master!"

"You can't expect the gift after Fajr tomorrow, but at least it has to be semblance of justice. So that's all there is to it. The director waved his fork and shouted, "I'll give you one hundred and fifty low-level abilities now, fifty intermediate, and three high-level." and give you five hundred attendants and ten thousand servants. ”