Chapter 1568: Chapter 846: Upheaval at the Outpost Base (Part 3)

Qing Chen now doesn’t really care about merit; he can use Marquis Bolton’s name to buy Yi’s body. He can confidently be the shadow advisor beside Marquis Bolton, the kind who can access the most secrets.

"The Fifth Princess knows," the captain responded.

Qing Chen shook his head with a smile: "She wants to increase the marquis’s merit, so naturally, she won’t mention me, a free citizen. At most, I’m just an adjunct merit. Don’t worry; she won’t speak about it."

At this point, those aware of the case have either died, and those who remain alive will keep the secret, otherwise falsely claiming the merit would result in severe punishment.

And the outpost has now fallen into Qing Chen’s hands.

His plan has only now truly come to an end.

The captain then extended his hand to Qing Chen: "Nice to meet you again, I’m Whiskey from the Fire Line Team."

Qing Chen shook hands with him and looked curiously at the others: "So the rest of you are... Gin? Juniper?"

The captain shook his head: "This one here is Whiskey No. 2, and that one is Whiskey No. 3... All codenames given by the Fifth Princess. She has quite a few people like us under her command."

Qing Chen asked in confusion: "What is the Fifth Princess responsible for? The outside world says she’s a wealthy idler, but how can a wealthy idler have so many experts under her and also handle administrative affairs? So, doesn’t it contradict the external rumors?"

Whiskey smiled: "You’ll know in the future. I think you should have the opportunity to meet the Princess Royal. She is an incredibly formidable figure. Earlier, she planned to visit the outpost to see Marquis Bolton but had to go to Black Water City due to an urgent matter."

Qing Chen thought to himself, a royal family member, Black Water City... Could this Fifth Princess be the Drama Master that Zhong Yu had previously encountered?

If so, would this Drama Master foresee her own fate in advance?

Whiskey said to Qing Chen: "I’ll arrange for people to oversee the barons and suppress their slave army. I’m leaving now."

At this moment, Marquis Bolton quickly returned: "Not good, not good, another batch of nobles has just finished resting, and they’re about to arrive from Black Water City. We’ve killed all the officers here; who will do the work? When they get here, no one will be available to coordinate with them."

Qing Chen suggested: "Marquis, you could personally take command."

Marquis Bolton was immediately taken aback: "I’m not capable of handling these things, and I still have to play the Superconductor World."

Qing Chen thought for a moment: "Tonight, after killing so many people and handling such a big case, it’s a great time for you to reinvent your image in the external world. You should personally reorganize the internal affairs of the outpost."

"I can’t reorganize them!" Marquis Bolton said anxiously.

Only then did Qing Chen propose: "How about this, you play Superconductor World in the office, and I’ll turn on the voice changer on my phone in the office to issue orders in your voice, so from the outside, it appears that you’re reorganizing the internal affairs, is that okay?"

"Yes, absolutely!" Marquis Bolton wished he could hand over the mess to Qing Chen right away: "Go, go, hurry and adjust the voice changer, you still have a lot of things to handle."

At this moment, the only person around Marquis Bolton he could use was Qing Chen, and he only trusted Qing Chen.

A half hour later, Qing Chen sat in the office, looking at the coordination letters one by one. Looking at the soldier list, he picked up the internal phone: "James, go to Number 27 floating airship terminal, guide the Codfish from Black Water City to land. Their coordination letter marked 517 members of the slave army; I need you to turn on the work recorder to check the numbers. I will check to see if they have any ghost soldiers."

"William, go to Number 89 terminal, guide the Victory from Black Water City to land. Remember to drive the fuel transport vehicle over; they have applied for a fuel refill. Note the fuel reserve in the warehouse entry and exit, I need to know how much you’ve used."

"Francisco, take the work recorder and recheck the inventory; I need to know how much is left in the supply depot."

"In the future, all floating airships passing through Outpost 9 must respond within half an hour!"

As each of these orders was sent out, the soldiers at the outpost busily went into action without a hitch.

Actually, these orders were all quite ordinary, nothing special.

The only special thing was that these decisions used to be made by over twenty officers working together, but now they were all made by ’Marquis Bolton’ alone, and the efficiency was significantly higher than before.

This Marquis Bolton seemed to have suddenly awakened and turned back, transforming into a master of administration.

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