Colonial Suit

How could he be here?

Bloodshot eyes were immediately filled with doubt.

If anyone had helped him the most after leaving the shelter, it would undoubtedly be this bandage merchant.

The first replacement gauntlet for his implanted armor, the second replacement greaves, were all traded to him by this bandage merchant.

However, Bloodshot had always thought of him as just an ordinary merchant.

He never imagined he would see him here!

This was the headquarters of the Cosmic Mercenaries.

How could an ordinary merchant who only operated in the Seventh World appear here?

"What's wrong?" Hensel, sensitive to Bloodshot's odd behavior, turned and asked.

"Nothing," Bloodshot paused, then covered it up. "I just saw a familiar face, sir."

"Heh, to be able to see a familiar face in this place, it seems your luck is pretty good.

But as far as I know, there are very few guys who operate on Planet X35 here.

That planet is almost deserted," Hensel laughed heartily, then patted Bloodshot on the shoulder.

"Let's go, let's go in."

"Yes, sir."

The group walked into the hall, and a service staff immediately greeted them.

It was obvious that Hensel was a regular here. He directly asked the service staff to take him to the second floor, to a VIP room.

The furnishings here were extremely luxurious, making one think they were in a palace.

After a short wait, an old man with gray hair walked in.

He was wearing a well-fitting tailcoat, white gloves, and his hair was combed meticulously.

He looked more like a butler.

"Lord Hensel, I am very pleased to be of service to you. What can I do for you?"

"Hey, Old Lott, don't be so polite with me," Hensel said happily to the old man, then pointed to Bloodshot. "One of my new thralls. I need you to help register his information."

"That's easy," Old Lott glanced at Bloodshot, then lowered his head. "But the fee..."

"Of course, I'll cover it all," Hensel said nonchalantly. "Also, prepare a set of standard thrall equipment for him. Take it all from my account."

"That's a big expense," Old Lott narrowed his eyes, then sighed. "Oh well, you won't be short of that little bit of money anyway.

But the higher-ups of the branch asked me to remind you that the quality of your mission completion this year is not high.

They will be very troubled if this continues."

"I'm not this spaceport's exclusive mercenary," Hensel snorted dissatisfied. "The reason they're trying to win me over is simply because they see me as a Meteor Warrior.

As for missions, to hell with them."

"I can pretend I didn't hear that, Lord Hensel," Old Lott replied expressionlessly. Then he walked out.

When he returned, he held something similar to a handheld terminal in his hand, and inputted Bloodshot's information one by one in front of Hensel.

Finally, he collected Bloodshot's gene sample. He was very serious when he worked, meticulous in every detail.

It was only when he collected the gene sample that he suddenly froze.

"You've already unlocked your ability?"

"What?" Hensel was surprised. Although he had known that Bloodshot was good, he didn't expect that he had even unlocked his ability.

It should be known that abilities are rarely self-awakened, and generally need to be stimulated with potions.

Bloodshot had been living on the almost abandoned Planet X35, so who would have such a precious genetic potion?

Could he really be a combat genius?

"Yes," Bloodshot was not surprised. He answered naturally, "A friend helped me unlock it. He's a thrall named Robbie."

"Robbie the Doom Priest?" A trace of expression finally appeared on Old Lott's face. He was somewhat surprised and delighted.

"I didn't expect you to know him. Not bad, this guy is the most famous rising star recently.

He passed the assessment mission and has become a true Cosmic Mercenary.

It is said that his assessment mission was to obtain the cub of the Starry Sky Beast, and he earned a lot of money."

"By the way, his mission was completed on Planet X35. You wouldn't be from Planet X35 too, would you?"

"..." Bloodshot was silent for a moment, then revealed a smile. "Yes."

"Oh, it seems that God has not abandoned that barren place. Congratulations, young man.

You don't need to buy expensive ability potions yourself.

But now I need to register your ability. Can you tell me what it is?"

"My ability is..."

"Wait." Just then, Hensel suddenly interrupted Bloodshot. Then he looked at Old Lott with a dissatisfied look. "I remember that a mercenary's personal ability is confidential.

We have the right not to register this information. Old Lott, don't think you can fool Bloodshot just because he's a newbie.

He's my thrall!"

"..." Old Lott quietly stared at Hensel for a while. Then he replied expressionlessly, "This is the latest regulation from the branch. I don't think some mercenaries can be an exception."

"Hey, old man. You're lying again. You know that? Your fingers are shaking when you lie.

Okay, I admit you're very serious about your work. But ability is every mercenary's secret.

You casually inquiring about my thrall's ability will make me unhappy."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became awkward. Bloodshot watched the two staring at each other, but a rare warmth welled up in his heart.

Hensel's care for him touched him deeply. This was almost never seen in the Seventh World. People there were struggling to survive, and morality and humanity had long been lost.

The word 'care' only existed in the dictionary.

However, Hensel and Old Lott were obviously old friends. The staring contest ended in just a moment. Old Lott was completely defeated.

He sighed, then drew on the terminal with the stylus. "Okay, you win. He doesn't need to register his ability information.

But Hensel, you've been too lax recently. Although the mercenary branch doesn't have much restraint over you, you can't always ignore the authority of the branch like this."

"I'm sorry, I value the traditions of mercenaries more," Hensel snorted smugly, leaned back on the sofa, and crossed his legs.

Everything went smoothly after that. With Hensel as his backer, Old Lott obviously didn't dare to make things difficult for Bloodshot, and kept the information registration as concise and quick as possible.

Soon, all the procedures were completed. When the last piece of information was entered, Old Lott put away the handheld terminal and pressed a button on the table.

A neatly dressed attendant immediately appeared at the door.

"Get a thrall badge. Also, tell the armory to prepare a set of standard thrall equipment. Send it to Lord Hensel's ship."

"Yes," the attendant agreed and quickly disappeared at the door.

After a short while, the thrall badge was delivered. This was a beautifully shaped, finely crafted metal badge.

It was shaped like a shooting star streaking across the sky. Old Lott, wearing white gloves, delivered the badge to Bloodshot.

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"Please keep it safe. This badge has a positioning function. It allows us to find you at any time. Also, it is your identification.

You can use it to exchange for mission rewards at any branch."

"Thank you," Bloodshot took the badge without ceremony. He valued this badge very much because it represented the starting point of a new life.

"By the way. I wonder if you're interested in taking a stroll around the spaceport. This badge can give you the greatest convenience.

Especially the training facilities, you can use them for a fee."

"Alright, alright, Old Lott. Don't promote those broken training facilities anymore. To be honest, I've been to so many branches, and your training facilities are the worst," Hensel interrupted Old Lott without any politeness. He looked disdainful.

"And use them for a fee, old fellow. Don't forget that Bloodshot is still a newbie. He hasn't completed a single mission yet.

Where would he get the money to use those expensive facilities and genetic potions? Why don't you tell him that besides those paid facilities, there are many free facilities?"

"Oh, sorry. I'm getting old. There are always some things I can't remember," Old Lott replied still expressionlessly. He didn't blush at all.

In fact, as a manager of the branch, he was very dedicated. It was precisely this that made many people appreciate him. Although he always seemed cold and unsympathetic.

After completing the registration procedures, the group walked out of the mercenary branch. In fact, at this time Bloodshot was fully qualified to inquire and accept missions in the branch's hall.

But for Bloodshot himself, he didn't think it was the right time yet. What he needed now was a lot of common sense about Cosmic Mercenaries and the improvement of his own strength.

Of course, there was also the issue of the implanted armor awakening.

At the door, Hensel said he had something to do and asked the attendant Jack to accompany Bloodshot to walk around the spaceport. He also threw a small bag to Bloodshot. When Bloodshot opened it, it was glittering star coins.

"Ah, Lord Hensel is so generous. I have never seen anyone give a thrall so much money," the attendant Jack exclaimed in surprise. He now knew how biased Hensel was towards Bloodshot. This bag of star coins was at least a hundred, which was a large sum.

Bloodshot wasn't excited, but secretly resolved that he would repay this kindness in the future no matter what.

Although Hensel didn't say it, Bloodshot knew that he must have been touched by Old Lott's words. He hoped that Bloodshot could use the spaceport's facilities without reservation, instead of being embarrassed because of money.

This man... was really a very caring guy.

"Sir, where are we going now? Would you like me to recommend a few places to you?" The attendant Jack said cautiously from the side. He could tell that Bloodshot was a little distracted.

"Oh," Bloodshot came back to his senses, and was about to ask Jack for a recommendation, when he suddenly thought of something, and changed his mind... "Um, does the spaceport have a place like a black market... I mean, a place that's not so regulated, where you can trade freely?"

"Of course. That's not a secret."

"Okay, take me there first. I think maybe I can see an old acquaintance," Bloodshot decided.

In his mind, he thought of the bandage merchant he had just seen at the entrance of the mercenary branch...