Chapter 35: My Dad Moved Out, You Sit on His Seat

The leader of the Ark Sect, Leina,

is either corrupted by Khorne or has a hole in her head.

Zhou Yun made this judgment before he even stepped out of the Ark Sect’s gate.

Her biggest problem is that utterly ridiculous plan,

even if she truly built a ship capable of warp travel and safely arrived at the Bal system,

but Bal is Bal—the homeworld of the Blood Angels and the target of the entire Leviathan Hive Fleet,

to seize Bal, the Great Devourer has even been willing to tolerate massive biomass losses,

because the Tyranids’ true objective is the corpse of Saint Guilliman, the Primarch of the Blood Angels,

they want to obtain Saint Guilliman’s genetic sequence.

And the Bloodthirster’s demonic legions, drawn by war and the offspring of angels, have also rushed in to join the fray.

During the Battle of Bal, Bal and its two moons were reduced to barren wastelands,

let alone mortals—even the Blood Angels themselves were reduced to less than one in ten.

Leina merely jumped from one pot into another,

oh, but by then Leina wouldn’t have to worry about any of this,

she’d probably have burned her brain to ash just maintaining the Geller Field on the way to Bal.

Still, although Zhou Yun did not support her so-called wise plan,

he had to admit she had money,

if he didn’t swindle some cash from this brain-dead rich landowner, Zhou Yun felt guilty—it violated his lofty moral standards!

Thinking this, Zhou Yun pushed open the door and entered the Spear Inn.

The one-eyed old man behind the counter, facing away, turned his head.

Seeing it was Zhou Yun, he poured him a drink from the counter, then turned back to continue organizing it.

Zhou Yun had fought Leina and wasted hours talking to her—his throat was parched.

While the old man was turned away, Zhou Yun lifted the cup and shoved it into his fourth-dimensional pocket.

[Item Name: Spear Special Blend]

[Origin: Mingfuzhidunxingxi - Asifudexing - Fudiyacheng ]

[Rating: A blend saturated with technology and Henhuo ; drinking it strengthens your digestive tract]

[Production Date: 997.M41]

[Condition: Well Preserved]

[Value: 0.5 Yuan]

After confirming the old man hadn’t added any drugs or similar nonsense, Zhou Yun lifted the cup and drained it.

“Where’s that guy Lag?” Zhou Yun asked, looking at the old man after finishing the drink.

“Still snoring in the back room,” the old man replied.

Zhou Yun’s eyes narrowed with suspicion—still sleeping?

“Is your drug that potent?”

“After he woke up in the back room and saw you’d already left, he got depressed and insisted on having a drink.”

The old man finished organizing the counter, sat down across from Zhou Yun, and said:

“I figured that bottle of drugged wine was too good to waste, so I sold it to him again.”

“He drank it without noticing at all?” Zhou Yun’s eyebrow twitched in disbelief.

The old man gave a helpless look: “That’s just his brain.”

“What a genius,” Zhou Yun couldn’t help shaking his head.

Lag’s sleep quality today probably matched Zhou Yun’s usual standard.

Unless he was motion-sick, Zhou Yun’s sleep quality was always excellent.

“How’d your business go? Bottom Slums or another major district?”

The old man shrugged and poured himself a drink.

“I’m treating you to that cup—it’s our farewell drink, brother to brother.”

“I’m going to Upper Slum,” Zhou Yun said flatly.

The old man nearly spat out his drink.

“How about I arrange you for Top Slum instead?”

The old man pointed at Zhou Yun’s face and said:

“Or should I just send you straight to Holy Terra?”

“You can arrange that? That’s perfect!”

Zhou Yun grinned, feigning delight:

“You know I’ve always been a devout follower of the Emperor—I long to pilgrimage to Terra.”

“It’d be even better if you could gift me a three-bedroom, one-living-room house on Terra.”

“Fine, how about a spire next to the Imperial Palace?” the old man burst into laughter.

“I think the Palace itself looks nice,” Zhou Yun laughed.

At this, the old man’s expression turned grave. “That remark borders on sacrilege.”

“Indeed sacrilegious—do you plan to kick my father out and take his seat?” The winged figure in the white light nodded.

Zhou Yun nodded in agreement, acknowledging his earlier words had been excessive.

After all, evicting a paralyzed, vegetative father from his own home was truly excessive.

Zhou Yun sipped the crimson liquid in the cup and said to the old man:

“I met the Ark Sect’s boss—she’s not very bright, but she’s not the person I thought she was.”

“It’s normal for illegal psykers to be dim,” the old man said without surprise. “So you’re not running away?”

“What a pity—I lost another chance to make money. Remember to pay for the drink later.”

As he spoke, the old man rubbed his fingers together, signaling he wasn’t treating him anymore.

Zhou Yun smiled and drained the cup. “Really? So stingy?”

“I’ve got another big deal for you.”

“Your tone sounds like Lag’s—did he infect you?” the old man tapped the table.

Yeah, I’ve been corrupted by the Warp god Lag, Zhou Yun mentally grumbled.

“I need two passes to Upper Slum.”

Hearing this, the old man paused slightly, then shook his head:

“Impossible.”

“You can definitely get them—you answer to nobles in Top Slum,” Zhou Yun waved his hand, gesturing for another drink.

The old man poured him another cup of Lower Slum’s gut-strengthening specialty.

“Money’s no issue—I’ll pay anything.”

Zhou Yun took the cup from the old man and smiled.

After all, Leina paid—Zhou Yun just took his cut.

Let’s start with fifty percent.

The old man wasn’t surprised Zhou Yun knew he answered to Top Slum.

“I don’t want money.”

That won’t work—if you don’t take it, how can I take my cut? Zhou Yun didn’t voice this thought.

If you don’t take it, how will she take it?

If she doesn’t take it, how will Commissioner Zhou take it?

If Commissioner Zhou doesn’t take it, how will everyone progress?

“I want the notebook of Ignis Kalkas,” the old man said, staring at Zhou Yun.

“Sure!” Zhou Yun reacted instantly, putting on a wounded expression: “You? You suspect me of stealing that notebook?”

“What use would I have for it? Do I like reading poetry?”

Zhou Yun exclaimed angrily:

“One word—no! I didn’t find it!”

“Search me! Search my home! If you find it, I’ll die and my soul won’t reach the Golden Throne.”

“With that blasphemous mouth of yours, you’d never reach the Golden Throne anyway.”

The old man couldn’t help shaking his head:

“The Emperor taught us to be honest—you and Lag both fail to learn.”

“But the Emperor also taught us to trust. I’ll trust you once.”

The old man continued:

“The passes to Upper Slum… fine, I’ll ask my superiors.”

“Come back tomorrow—I’ll tell you if it’s possible.”

I want to play Warhammer 40K, I want to roll for Khorne, the Khorne model is so cool

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(End of chapter)