Chapter 13

In the Federation’s livestream forum circle:

[Has any Legion’s daughter recently started doing food livestreams? I feel like I witnessed an amazing scene!]

Damn. How amazing is this scene? Did Lao Zhuo has appeared again, is there a new star?

[The food zone has a new anchor with a 100% five-star rating for tasting comments, but that’s not the key; the key is the tasters—]

[Lao Zhuo is not keeping everyone in suspense, let me just show you a few random people I picked from the comment section.]

In the Federation, hybrid individuals with fierce beast genes generally have stronger mental abilities than ordinary people. Stronger individuals aspire to power and mostly go to military academies, eventually becoming part of the Federation’s army.

Terry is an exception. He possesses the Federation’s most outstanding fierce wolf genes, graduated from the best military academy in the entire interstellar, and after graduating, entered the mercenary system, becoming an excellent mercenary.

The circle he mixes in is mostly like this. The people he attracts with his posts are mostly similar to his background. Not to mention that at the time, thousands of people were fighting for positions, and those who could grab them were quick-handed and mentally strong.

Therefore, when Zhuo randomly picked a few, they were all promising candidates from the following legions:

[These are verified, anonymous user profiles that Lao Zhuo won’t post.]

[1 – Moon Doesn’t Understand My Heart: Vice General of Federal 11th Legion – Outstanding Graduate of Federal First Military Academy, Class of 5030]

[2 – Heaven Without Zergs: Vice General of Federal Second Legion – Outstanding Graduate of First Military Academy, Class of 5297]

[3 – Watson – Top 50 Big Shots in the Federal Mercenary Ranking]

Detective Zhuo hastily listed seven or eight people. At first, the spectators in the forum were all puzzled???

Such neat Legion personnel, are they watching livestreams or holding meetings?

[What’s the name of the anchor? I’m going to check it out, curious!]

[I saw the anchor’s name you shared. I took a look, but can she really be considered a rich lady? Her family background seems really poor.]

[Seems like she’s poor. The livestream background is so small, and she’s using the most basic livestream sensor. Would the military promote someone like this?]

[So many Legion brothers, is this tap water?]

Suddenly, this group of people became curious. So is this anchor named Jiang Jiujiu’s food really delicious?

But the livestream has ended, and there are no more spots for virtual tastings, so everyone can only speculate whether it’s truly delicious or just hyped up.

This post slowly heated up, with more and more likes, and people began to speculate about Jiang Jiujiu. Meanwhile, in the terminal behind the scenes, Merlin suddenly stood up.

“Butler!”

A middle-aged man in uniform hurried over. “Miss Merlin…”

“Show me what this is!” Merlin frowned, looking displeased. “Why is someone else starting to hype up more than me!”

Merlin is the eldest daughter of the prestigious Dais family, an upper-class family in the Federation. She is about to graduate from the Federation’s prestigious girl’s college. In order for her to enter the upper-class circle after graduation and become the top debutante, the Dais family has planned a series of promotional measures for her.

Among them is appearing in the Federation’s livestream area to livestream and create an image of a perfect lady with perfect cooking skills and character.

Merlin values fame very much. In order to better match her persona, she has been diligently practicing cooking for almost half a year. But just as she was about to debut, she saw this kind of news.

What the hell is this heiress being praised!

Under the anger of the debutante, the butler quickly operated his Star Network terminal and quickly scanned the information in the post and Jiang Qiuqiu’s livestream. He breathed a sigh of relief.

He bowed and said, “Miss Merlin, this post is just speculation. This anchor should only be a girl from the slums.”

“Should?” She sneered, “I don’t like shoulds.”