Ninth class citizen

Chapter 263 Three Potions
Before meeting Adrian this morning, Carroll did not think that a small Dantès family was worthy of his attention.

But when he saw that the other party was carrying a Kaitomon that was exactly the same as the one in his memory, he was indeed extremely surprised.

All of Adrian's recent whereabouts have been delivered to him, including his conversation with Nan Rong last night.

Every corner of the Blackthorn Arena is equipped with hidden surveillance devices, ensuring that nothing escapes the notice of the arena's owner.

That conversation greatly shocked Carroll.

He had met all sorts of people, as numerous as the stars in the sky, but he had never seen such a daring and shameless person who would fabricate an ambiguous relationship with him.

They even portrayed him as the number one idiot and fool who was cheated out of money and sex.

If it were anyone else, they would definitely be dead, and they certainly wouldn't die an easy or pleasant death.

But Nan Rong was the person that the gentleman repeatedly emphasized he should "take good care of," and he also intentionally or unintentionally implied that she was lucky and difficult to deal with.

The man's disgust for her was palpable, and he even came up with various plans specifically targeting her.

To be honest, this kind of thing didn't match the gentleman's image and status at all, and it really puzzled him.

But that man was, after all, the representative of that incredibly powerful being. Only a family like Carol's, which ranked among the top in the entire Chaotic Starfield, could glimpse even a fraction of that power, and no one dared to challenge his will.

Judging from last night's match alone, the female slave named Nan Rong is indeed somewhat clever and has good luck, but that seems to be all.

But this doesn't mean he can just sit idly by and watch this woman spread rumors and cause trouble.

Of course, before he could figure out how to deal with it, he first had to find out how she knew about that past event.

Apart from himself, no one else would remember the little Kaitmon, including its father who had killed it.

That same year, he lost a feeling called compassion, and ultimately surpassed his brothers to become the right heir in his father's eyes.

Unexpectedly, Nan Rong not only showed no remorse, but also went even further, attempting to continue fabricating lies.

This is tantamount to courting death. Carol felt a chilling murderous intent in her heart and instantly came up with several extremely cruel ways to execute him.

"Young Master." An assistant hurried into the bridge, bowed, and reported, "We have found Nan Rong's information in the Delin Federation."

Carol looked at the long string of text and slowly frowned.

Inside the luxurious suite of the Blackthorn Arena.

“Alright.” Adrian sat back down on the sofa. “It was one of the requests we agreed on.”

“I only want three general-purpose gene repair agents,” Nan Rong said. “The grade doesn’t need to be too high, just Tier 1 D grade will do.”

"Hahaha," Adrian laughed, "You really know how to ask for an exorbitant amount!"

He slapped the armrest of the sofa, laughing until tears streamed down his face: "You think this is still your Delin Federation? Wake up, this is the Chaotic Starfield!"

"What's the most scarce resource in the Chaotic Starfield? Gene potions! Even the most basic mechanism gene repair fluid is in short supply, let alone a universal gene repair agent that needs to be personally formulated by a gene optimizer? And three Tier 1 D-grade vials at that—I think you might as well just dream about it!"

Nan Rong quietly watched Adrian. Only after he stopped laughing, exhausted, did she say calmly, "If you don't have a Tier 1 D-grade, E-grade or F-grade will do. Surely the young master of the prestigious Dantes family can't even produce three universal gene repair agents?"

"I can only give you one F-grade at most." Adrian shook his head. "That's just my personal spare. Don't even think about getting more." "Can't the Dantes family afford a few gene optimizers?" Nan Rong asked.

“Of course there are.” Adrian shrugged. “We spent a lot of money to hire three people, but two of them can only extract the original liquid, while the other can occasionally concoct a first-tier potion—that’s already extremely rare.”

"Was that Tier 1 E-grade potion concocted by him? Is he a Tier 3 gene optimizer?" Nan Rong pressed.

“Third tier?” Adrian nodded first, then shook his head and said, “It should be about right. But you can’t apply the standards of the Delin Federation directly to the Chaotic Starfield. No gene optimizer would voluntarily come to this kind of hellhole, and the locals can only figure things out little by little because of the technology blockade—so there are no specific tier standards here. Anyone who can synthesize the potion is uniformly called a master.”

This method of categorizing by level is simple and straightforward.

Adrian continued, "The gene repair agent I promised you will definitely cost no less than 15 Chaos Coins on the black market—more than enough to cover the information you provided."

A glint flashed in Nan Rong's eyes: "What if I don't want the potion, but only ask you to provide the raw materials, as well as the place to extract the original solution and synthesize the potion?"

"What do you mean?" Adrian looked at her in confusion, completely unable to understand the request.

Carol, who had read Nan Rong's information, instantly understood her thoughts.

The Delin Federation was too far from the Chaotic Starfield, and the information he obtained in the rush was limited, but the words "Federation-certified Tier 2 Materials Expert" immediately caught his eye.

The Delin Federation's genetic optimization technology is leading the entire region. Talents who can pass the second-level certification have a much stronger foundation than those who come from unorthodox backgrounds in the Chaotic Starfield.

What's more, she had previously been admitted to the Federal Institute for Genetic Optimization!
He quickly issued an instruction, which was transmitted to Steward Wu's communicator via an encrypted network.

“Actually, before I was poisoned and sold, I was…” Before he could finish speaking, blue and white arcs of electricity suddenly burst from the collar around Nan Rong’s neck.

The electric arc was far less powerful than before, and apart from causing muscle spasms, it did not cause any substantial damage; it simply succeeded in stopping her from saying what she was about to say.

The door was pushed open, and Steward Wu walked in with a beaming smile: "Your Excellency, Young Master Adrian, I apologize for disturbing your enjoyment. Unfortunately, our young master has just been reminiscing about the past and wishes to speak with this female slave to catch up. What do you think?"

Adrian immediately stood up.

"I just thought she looked familiar, so I called her over to say a few words. I didn't have any other intentions." He said, trying to clear himself of any wrongdoing, as he walked towards the door. "It's all over now. I'll leave now."

After Adrian left, Nan Rong did not get to catch up with Carol.

She was taken to the 100th floor of the arena. The entire floor had been opened up, and the doors and windows were made of transparent reinforced crystal, allowing a clear view of the interior from the outside.

The first thing that caught Nan Rong's eye was an FR1010 stock extractor.

This is an old-fashioned model that was completely phased out by the Delin Federation fifty years ago.

Compared to it, even the old DR3029 at Blue Hair Jimmy's bar is considered a high-end model.

The FR1010 can only connect to five raw material extraction chambers at the same time, while the remaining space on this floor houses five other reagent synthesis stations.

Besides that, there were rows of specially made freezers, which must have been storing a lot of materials.

The energy-blocking ring on the wrist was removed, leaving only the shackles and the heavy alloy ball.

Nan Rong was pushed to the front of a raw material extraction room.

"Do what you can do," Steward Wu said, unusually kindly. "Just let me know if you need any materials."