Edge of the Apocalypse

The workers who were working immediately complained, but no one dared to stop the work in their hands. They could only work even faster. The old man snorted, "You bitches!"

"Fox." Helsing smiled and shouted.

The old man slowly turned around and bit his pipe. He rolled his eyes slightly and said to Helsing, "Why are you here?"

"This is Young Master Allen." Helen pushed Alan forward and said, "He has just arrived at the castle. I'll show him around. Let me tell you, Young Master Alan's gravity room will be activated today. Remember to register and calculate the cumulative time."

Fox looked at the silver ring between Ellen's fingers and nodded, "I remember, but who does this kid belong to? You have to bring him over yourself."

Helsing walked forward and whispered in the old man's ear, "It's Second Miss's child. She just got it back."

Fox's body trembled slightly, and the pipe in his mouth almost bit. Only then did he seriously look at Alan. After looking over him from head to toe, Fang nodded and said, "In that case, it's a little similar to when Second Miss was young."

After taking down his pipe, Fox walked towards the management room with his hands behind his back. "I still have things to attend to, so I won't call you guys. You guys can take a stroll."

Helen did not hesitate to lead Alan into the training area. At the entrance was a passageway, connecting to a small lounge. The hall was round in shape, with rows of resting seats arranged in the middle, and decorative potted plants placed beside several load-bearing pillars. A circle of single-occupant gravity chambers was arranged in turn, numbered 1 to 9, respectively. At this time, all the gravity chambers were left green.

There is an electronic screen on the door of each gravity room. When someone uses it, the name of the user and the countdown time are displayed so that the queue members can know. According to Helsing, the maximum power of the gravity chamber in Ugarte Castle could reach 50 times gravity. Horn had trained in gravity at 26 times the size of a gravity chamber, and he was the holder of the record.

Under Horn, it was Roddy. His record was 15 times. Apart from that, other records range from 8 to 13 times. As for the theoretical limit of the gravity chamber, no one reached it.

Gravity room is an effective means of high-intensity physical training. It can enable trainers to get good physical training results without overloading tools. Of course, the more times the gravity chamber was activated, the more origin energy the user needed to counteract the pressure of gravity. Therefore, the use of gravity chamber training can also be regarded as a source of energy training.

After leaving the training area, Helsing said, "Young Master Allen, the Federation's rewards have been distributed. I have already registered you in the warehouse." In the afternoon, you can go to the family warehouse to collect the rewards. The silver in your hand is not only an identity symbol, it is also embedded with a recording chip. The recording chip can read all the information about you, including the resource objects under your name and so on. As long as you show your ring to the warehouse manager and pass the brain scan, you will be able to get the reward. "

"As for the money in federal currency, Master has already opened a private bank account for you. During lunch, I will hand over the relevant items, including the key, to you. Please take good care of them."

Alan naturally had no objections to the old butler's meticulous arrangements. The two of them were separated from each other in terms of training. Helen still needed to deal with some family chores, while Alan strolled back to his residence. When he crossed the square, the servants and guards looked at him with different meanings. Among them, the eyes of the maids were bold and hot, especially those who were young and beautiful. In their eyes, even if Allen was just an outer branch disciple, it would still be enough to change their fate.

As for the guards, there was a trace of disdain hidden in their respect, but at least on the surface, they would salute Alan respectfully. Alan keenly sensed that the object of their salute was not so much him as the silver ring in his hand, or even the Beth Cod behind him.

Lunch arrived on time, along with Helsing. He sent over the documents and keys to his private bank account. The electronic keys engraved with the Beth Cord badge allowed Allen to access his bank account at any terminal and perform a series of related operations. After a simple demonstration, Helsing taught Alan to use the key to enter his account and leave, not forgetting to remind Alan to retrieve other rewards in the afternoon.

Alan followed Helsing's example and used his brain to enter the account. He saw that the bank deposit was marked 200,000 yuan. This was already an astronomical figure for him. One had to know that the annual expenses of ordinary clans on the surface were only a few thousand.

Just a single set of numbers showed the huge gap between the island and the surface.

After lunch, Alan went to the family warehouse. The family warehouse was located on the west side of the main building's ground floor. It was a huge storage platform for goods. Every day, vehicles would enter and exit the warehouse, transporting all the resources of the castle from the outside world. The family warehouse had several dispatch windows, one of which was specifically open to private members of the family. The materials in the warehouse could be purchased directly with money, in addition to the income distributed by the clan.

This private dispatch window was set up for this purpose. Family members could use this window to pick up or purchase the materials they wanted. The list of materials Beth Cod provided was extremely absurd, ranging from stamina enhancements to weapons and equipment, from ordinary brain terminals to advanced Magic Cube sequence components, and even magic energy flying cars. The abundance of reserves left one speechless. Of course, if one wanted to purchase large quantities of military supplies or war-level resources like magic power airships, they would need to purchase them from other sources. These items were not something a family warehouse could provide.

When Alan arrived, there were a few youths surrounding the private dispatcher's window. One of them looked like a supervisor, and he was nodding and bowing bitterly to one of the fifteen or sixteen-year-old, sturdy boys.

"Young Master Vincent, this really doesn't conform to the rules. Look, these items were personally put into the warehouse by Housekeeper Helsing, and they have already been owned by someone. I really can't sell them to you." The dispatcher wiped the sweat off his forehead and said with a bitter smile.

The big boy named Vincent grabbed the collar of the supervisor and said, "Bullshit, since it's in the family warehouse, it's naturally open to family members." We didn't steal it, we didn't rob it. Why can't we buy it? Rick, cut the crap. Don't forget, you asked my father to send your eldest son to the Shield of Hope Academy. If you are so ignorant, I will ask my father to cancel the help he gave you! "

In Babylon, there were two schools. One was the Blade of Dawn, the other was the Shield of Hope. The former only recruited disciples from aristocratic families and cultivated elites from various fields for aristocratic families; The latter was aimed at the general public on the floating island, recruiting a large number of young students, aiming to cultivate the strength of the Federation Army, so as to continuously supply fresh blood for the huge army.

To the commoners, being able to enter the Shield of Hope was enough to become a non-commissioned officer after graduation. If they achieved outstanding results, they might be chosen by the nobles of the noble clans and be taken in as foreign descendants. It was also a shortcut to enter the upper class.

The dispatcher obviously had a request from the Vincent family, so he could only laugh bitterly and finally said, "Alright, I'll pretend to be deaf and dumb."

Although the goods were personally stored by Housekeeper Helsing, they were already registered under the name of a person named Allen. However, this person's name was unknown, so he probably wasn't a big shot. Perhaps he was a relative of Housekeeper Helsing or something. For people who didn't have real power, he could completely refuse to let Vincent and the others buy it without knowing it. At most, it would be useless to push a scapegoat out.

"That's more like it." Vincent chuckled and winked at the other boys, asking them to follow the supervisor into the warehouse to collect the loan.

However, the chief dispatcher didn't understand why Vincent had such a coincidence. The owner of the goods had only just entered the warehouse when they arrived at the family warehouse. What he didn't know was that Vincent had received a prompt from Kodorf this morning, knowing that Alan's reward had been handed out. Apart from the remittance of the prize money into Allen's private account, Vincent could not touch it, but the other items were put into the family warehouse, giving him a chance.

This was to deal a blow to Alan. At the same time, the items on the reward list were indeed something that Vincent was tempted by. For example, a second-grade magic energy weapon or a high-grade body strengthening potion was something that even Vincent wouldn't be able to buy. This was because resources like this would normally be given priority to direct blood relatives of the clan, and it was simply not the turn of collateral descendants like Vincent.

Therefore, Vincent had his eyes on these items, but he couldn't eat so much by himself, so he asked a few teenagers who were usually close to him to pay for them together. Seeing that the supervisor had already opened the warehouse, a calm voice suddenly sounded from behind him, "Excuse me, I think I heard a batch of supplies being registered into the warehouse by Housekeeper Helsing just now?"

The dispatcher's body stiffened. He thought that it wouldn't be such a coincidence that he would be able to catch up with someone to pick up the goods, right? He turned around and saw Alan. Alan raised the silver ring on his finger and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, the goods are mine. My name is Alan."

The supervisor's head was incomparably big. The one that gave him a headache was not the owner coming to pick up the goods, but the silver ring on Ellen's finger. That represented the owner of the second level authority, and also represented the owner of this ring. It was not something he could offend.

As for Vincent, his eyelids twitched, and his gaze fell on the silver ring as well. Because in his hand, there was also such a ring. He had never expected that a kid who had just joined the clan would actually have the same status as him!