Chapter 35: My Father Moves Out, You Take the Seat

That Ark Cult's leader, Xiang Xiang Leina,

was either corrupted by Tzeentch, or had a hole in her head.

Zhou Yun had made this judgment before he even stepped out of the Ark Cult's gate.

Her biggest problem was that plan riddled with plot holes,

even if she really did build a ship capable of warp navigation and safely reached the Baal system, but—

but that was Baal, the homeworld of the Blood Angels, and also the target of the entire Leviathan hive fleet,

to take Baal, the Great Devourer didn't even care about biomass losses to a certain extent,

all because the Tyranids' true target was the corpse of the Blood Angels' primarch, Sanguinius,

they wanted to get their hands on Sanguinius's gene-seed.

And Khorne's daemonic legions, drawn by war and the sons of the Angel, also came to join the fun.

In the Battle of Baal, Baal and Baal's two moons were both slaughtered into a wasteland,

let alone mortals, even the Blood Angels barely survived one in ten.

Xiang Xiang Leina was merely jumping out of one pot into another,

oh, at that point Xiang Xiang Leina wouldn't have to worry about any of this,

on the way to Baal, she'd probably have her brain burned to ash just maintaining the Gellar field.

Still, although Zhou Yun didn't support her brilliant plan,

he had to admit, she was rich,

not swindling some money from this dim-witted nouveau riche, Zhou Yun felt it weighed on his conscience — that wouldn't live up to his lofty moral standards!

Thinking this, Zhou Yun pushed open the door and walked into the Spear Tip Tavern.

Old One-Eye, who had been facing away from the door organizing the counter, turned his head,

and seeing it was Zhou Yun, he took out a glass of liquor from the counter and poured it for Zhou Yun, then turned back to continue organizing the counter.

Zhou Yun had fought Xiang Xiang Leina once, then chatted nonsense with her for ages, his throat parched and uncomfortable,

he took advantage of the moment Old One-Eye turned his head, picked up the glass and stuffed it into his fourth-dimensional pocket.

【Item Name: Spear Tip Special】

【Origin: Shield of Hades System — Ashford Star — Fordia City】

【Evaluation: A special brew brimming with technology and ruthless tricks; drinking it will strengthen your stomach】

【Production Date: 997. M41】

【Condition: Well-preserved】

【Value: 0.5 yuan】

After confirming Old One-Eye hadn't slipped anything like knockout drops into it, Zhou Yun picked up the glass and drained it in one gulp.

"Where's Ragnar?" Zhou Yun asked Old One-Eye after finishing his drink.

"Still snoring away in the back room," Old One-Eye replied.

A strange look flashed in Zhou Yun's eyes — still sleeping?

"Are your knockout drops really that strong?"

"That idiot Bai Chi woke up in the back room, saw you'd already run off, got sulky, and insisted on a drink."

Old One-Eye finished organizing the counter, turned around, sat across from Zhou Yun, and said:

"I figured that bottle of drugged liquor couldn't go to waste, so I sold it to him again."

"He drank it down without noticing a thing?" Zhou Yun's eye twitched, a little surprised.

Old One-Eye made a helpless expression: "That's just the kind of brain he has."

"What a genius..." Zhou Yun couldn't help shaking his head.

Ragnar this idiot's sleep quality today was probably on par with Zhou Yun's usual.

Unless it was after carsickness, Zhou Yun's sleep quality was always excellent.

"How did your business go? The Underhive or the other sectors — which one are you going to?"

Old One-Eye shrugged, poured himself a glass too, and said:

"That glass of yours is on me — consider it a parting drink between brothers."

"I want to go to the Upper Hive," Zhou Yun said flatly.

Old One-Eye nearly spat out his drink.

"How about I arrange for you to go to the Spire Hive?"

Old One-Eye pointed at Zhou Yun's face and said:

"Or just send you straight to Holy Terra, how about that?"

"You can arrange for me to go to Holy Terra? That'd be great."

Zhou Yun grinned, putting on a delighted expression:

"You know, I've always been a devout believer of Hua Di Huang, hoping to make a pilgrimage to Terra."

"If you could throw in a three-bedroom apartment on Terra, that'd be even better."

"Sure, how about a spire right next to the palace?" Old One-Eye burst out laughing.

"I think that palace looks pretty good," Zhou Yun laughed out loud.

Hearing that, Old One-Eye's expression instantly turned solemn. "That remark of yours is starting to sound a bit like blasphemy."

"Indeed blasphemy — are you planning to make my father move out and give up that seat for you?" The winged figure in the Bai Guang nodded.

Zhou Yun also nodded in agreement, indicating that what he'd just said was indeed a bit excessive.

After all, kicking a bedridden vegetable of a father out of his own home was truly going too far.

Zhou Yun took a sip of the crimson wine from his glass and looked at Old One-Eye as he spoke:

"I went to see that boss of the Ark Gang. Her brain doesn't work too well, but she's not the guy I thought she was."

"An illegal psyker's brain not working well is perfectly normal," Old One-Eye said, not sounding surprised at all. "So you're not running anymore?"

"What a shame, I just lost another payday — remember to pay for the drinks later."

As he spoke, Old One-Eye rubbed his fingers together, signaling he wasn't treating this glass.

Zhou Yun smiled, drained the glass, and said: "For real? That stingy?"

"I've got a big job for you too."

"Your tone sounds a bit like Lag, did he infect you?" Old One-Eye said, tapping the table.

Right, I've been corrupted by the Warp daemon Lag, Zhou Yun complained inwardly.

"I want two passes, to the Upper Hive."

Hearing Zhou Yun's words, Old One-Eye paused briefly, then shook his head:

"Can't do it."

"You definitely can. Your boss up top is a noble lord of the Spire Hive, after all." Zhou Yun waved his hand, signaling Old One-Eye to pour him another glass.

Old One-Eye poured him another glass of an Underhive special blend, good for the stomach.

"Money's no issue, whatever the price."

Zhou Yun took the glass from Old One-Eye's hand and said with a smile.

Anyway, Xiang Xiang Leina was the one paying; he only had to skim a cut from the middle,

start by taking fifty percent and see how it goes.

Old One-Eye didn't seem surprised that Zhou Yun had guessed his boss was from the Spire Hive,

"I don't want money."

That won't do — if you don't take the money, how am I supposed to skim my cut? Zhou Yun didn't say what was on his mind.

If you don't take it, how can she take it?

If she doesn't take it, how can Commissioner Zhou Yun take it?

If Commissioner Zhou Yun doesn't take it, how can the rest of us get ahead!

"I want Ignace Karkas's notebook." Old One-Eye stared at Zhou Yun as he spoke.

"Fine!" Zhou Yun reacted quickly, immediately putting on an aggrieved look: "You! You actually suspect I pocketed that notebook?"

"What would I do with that thing? What, am I really the type to enjoy reading poetry collections?"

Zhou Yun said indignantly:

"One word — no! I didn't find it!"

"Don't believe me? Go search — my home, my person, search wherever you like! If you find it, may my soul never return to the Golden Wang Zuo when I die."

"With that blasphemous mouth of yours, you'd never reach the Golden Wang Zuo anyway when you die."

Old One-Eye couldn't help but shake his head:

"The Hua Di Huang Sect teaches us to learn honesty — you and Lag both never learned."

"But the Hua Di Huang also teaches us to know how to trust. I'll trust you this once."

Old One-Eye continued:

"Passes to the Upper Hive — alright, I'll ask my superiors."

"Come back tomorrow, and I'll tell you whether it can be done."

I want to play Warhammer Fantasy, I want to play the Great Horned Rat, the Skaven models are so cool

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(End of chapter)