Immortal Kingdoms



Buzz! 

Space shuddered as Leonardo stepped out from the dimensional barrier formation following Sivan and Gal. The two were very excited, as they hadn't expected their investment of goodwill to pay back in less than a month. 

Gal seemed to recall something and said, "You need to conceal your identity as an attendant, this is a regulation in the military law to avoid sabotage, assassinations, and attempts at bribery." 

Leonardo hadn't thought much about that at first. However, after thinking about it, he understood and removed his bronze medallion, storing it away in his storage ring. 

"Should I have a change of clothes too?" Leonardo asked, tugging at his white robes. 

"No need," Gal shook his head. "Servants are obligated to put on their official uniforms on duty and inside the dimension, but they have the liberty of choice when it comes to outdoor clothing. Especially for people of your status, there isn't a designated uniform lest it exposes your status and identity." 

"Yeah," Sivan added. "Don't worry about it, everyone will treat you as a fellow servant outside the sub-dimension. The only downfall is that you can't use your status to get out of trouble, so you better be careful not to offend some hot-tempered musclhead. Despite our strength, a servant has less status than soldiers with high merits, the squadron captains are very protective." 

She paused for a moment, but it was Gal who spoke up from this part and said, "You don't have to be too careful though, everyone now 'knows' that the military advisor, a Tier 6 cultivator, looks favorably upon Sivan. The military advisor is someone who knows too many secrets and thus he is forbidden from leaving the sub-dimension, but no one dares look down on his influence. Since he doesn't leave the formation, let alone the fact no one knows his background or name, flaunting your relationship with him is okay." 

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Leonardo nodded, even though he wasn't that worried. At most, he could silently kill anyone who proves to be an eyesore with his desolate martial intent. A touch is all it takes for him to plant a silent time bomb in their bodies and before they could go around causing trouble, they'd drop dead. 

… 

The military base provided transportation services since the flight was banned. Thus, by the evening of the same day, the trio arrived at the northern district of the outer regions. 

As elaborated previously, the military camps of the Jin Dynasty adopted the infrastructure of martial sects with outer, inner, and core regions. In the Qing Sector, the sub-dimension was its core region where the upper echelons and their servants could enter and exit freely. 

Entertainment and transportation of goods are conducted in the outer regions near the borders of the military camp, with the northern district being the most populated section during nighttime. Bars, restaurants, night markets, nightclubs, and even red light centers are available on these streets. Of course, the services aren't provided by soldiers, but rather, young and vivacious women from the cities under the jurisdiction of the Qing family. 

"This is the bar," Sivan and Gal escorted Leonardo to a three-story building with a massive sign depicting a woman pole-dancing while embracing the slim handle of a tall, one-shot glass. 

Ruckus and laughter erupted from the bar, not to mention the loud yet foul language and noises of glass shattering and the thudding resonance of fists smashing into flesh. 

Occasionally, crisp shouts of young women could be heard and before the mind wanders in the false direction, these shouts transition into charming laughters and coy chirping. 

For a moment, Leonardo almost confused this military base with something else. 

"Surprised?" Gal stabbed Leonardo with an elbow, laughing while at it. "Don't forget that this military base is thousands of years old; the millions of soldiers here weren't conscripted, most of them were born and raised here, never to leave the base be it in life or death. Thus, these establishments are vital for the morale and stability of these soldiers, especially when no one can guarantee to live past tomorrow's sunset." 

"Go home, you're drunk!" 

Hua! 

Crash! A robust body was flung out the front gate as it rattled, as though about to collapse from the momentum. Just as Gal finished his remarks, the man fell on the ground by their feet, laughing to himself as alcohol drenched his bare, hairy chest. 

Leonardo was about to feel sympathetic when he witnessed this scene, choosing to keep his words to himself while Sivan burst into a giggle, taking the lead into the bar with a charming smile. 

Gal shook his head and sighed, "Forget it, let's go in!" 

"After you," Leonardo gestured with a sarcastic bow as he laughed and followed the two inside. Very quickly, they arrived at the second floor which housed a wrestling ring, a bar counter, a betting venue, and an open area for guests. 

The open area was occupied with plenty of maids and butlers in casual uniforms, and the girls immediately shouted while waving their hands in an attempt to draw the group's attention. 

Most of these girls had already provided Leonardo with services during the conference and hence they immediately recognized him, screaming their lungs out. 

Leonardo gave the place a look and was shocked at what he saw, but he quickly subdued the expression in his eyes and followed Gal. 

The latter wrapped his arm around Leonardo's neck like true brothers and laughed while swaggering his way over. Sivan wasn't one to lose out either, hugging Leonardo's arm on the other side as she joined the two in their march. 

Leonardo knew these two were taking advantage of him, but he felt helpless in the whole situation. At least, they were open about it, not trying to play smart with hidden motives. 

The young girls and guys were shocked that Gal and Sivan hadn't been boasting, feeling envious and happy for the two, all the while calculating how to gain a thing or two from this connection. 

As for Leonardo, the moment he arrived in the open area, he gave a wry smile to a particular maid with long, pitch-black hair and pale white skin. 

She was also looking his way in her tight maid uniform, a teasing light in her eyes.