Chapter 41: Dora Kaul?

"Impossible."

Augustus Flax's expression remained unchanged.

"I have investigated for you; Nama Kal's life has been entirely normal."

Speaking thus, Augustus Flax handed a file to Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun opened the file and saw its contents: the life of Nama Kal.

"Nama Kal's husband was a minor manager at the Underworld Galaxy Asteroid Mining Company."

"Decades ago, a band of roaming Green Skin Orks attacked the Underworld Galaxy; the asteroid belt was the first to be struck."

"Nama Kal's husband was up there, showed his loyalty to Hua Di Huang, and died for it."

Augustus Flax spoke in a calm tone.

Seizing the pause while he spoke, Zhou Yun looked at the file in his hand.

Indeed, Nama Kal's husband died in the Green Skin invasion of the asteroid belt.

He organized workers to fight the Green Skin Orks and died because of it.

Because of this, Nama Kal was deeply respected in the vicinity.

"After that, Nama Kal lived a life of two points and one line between work and home, occasionally teaching mathematics to nearby children."

"Her only two hobbies were teaching and mathematics; no signs of corruption ever appeared in her life."

"When this church beneath your feet was built, she even donated money."

"Here is the receipt from back then."

Augustus Flax pointed to a receipt in the file.

This receipt showed that Nama Kal had indeed donated to the church.

The donation amount was six thousand five hundred sixty-one Blood Coins, nearly all of Nama Kal's savings.

It appeared that Nama Kal was indeed a devout Imperial Cultist, and her sole interest was quite harmless.

The only flaw was that she came to pray relatively infrequently.

In the past four years, she came only one hundred fifty-three times.

But seven days ago, she had come to this small chapel to pray.

It truly seemed everything was normal.

The only problem was

Zhou Yun calculated the number of times she came to pray.

153; adding the three digits together equals exactly nine.

But Zhou Yun did not voice this guess.

Because it sounded far too far-fetched.

Could I really be overly suspicious? Something is wrong; nine parts out of ten, something is wrong.

"Rest assured; if corruption truly appears, I do not mind bombing the entire Ninth District."

Augustus Flax comforted him:

"There is always a way to block the spread of corruption."

Zhou Yun frowned.

The Ninth District is the sole passage for many large sectors of the Underhive to reach the Uppercity; if this place were blown up,

the cost of transporting supplies from the Underhive would skyrocket, and prices for food and various daily necessities would inevitably rise.

Deaths are inevitable.

It might even escalate into riots and rebellion.

"Let the people of the Underhive suffer; I will suppress the uprising." Augustus Flax spoke with a deep tone.

Zhou Yun shook his head at this bastard.

Clearly, killing Nama Kal right now would eliminate all problems.

Although Nama Kal appeared, indeed, to be innocent.

"Nama Kal is a devout Imperial Cultist; her husband died for Hua Di Huang. Without concrete evidence, I would use PDF troops to kill her."

"... People might suspect my loyalty."

Augustus Flax noticed Zhou Yun's gaze, shook his head, and spoke the truth.

"And your loyalty cannot withstand scrutiny." Zhou Yun shrugged.

This fellow, Augustus Flax, had previously wanted to find the doujinshi of Ignis Kalkas.

That doujinshi recorded the corruption spells on Dai Wen Planet.

Zhou Yun strongly suspected that Augustus Flax intended to use the corruption knowledge within it as a final layer of insurance.

If the Worm of the Underworld truly reached his presence, he would plunge the entire Asford Planet into Chaos.

"Yes, so, I cannot give you the PDF."

"If we must kill, we must do it secretly, without anyone noticing."

Speaking thus, Augustus Flax smiled:

"And not only me; your loyalty cannot withstand scrutiny either."

"You are mixing with an illegal psyker."

Hearing this, Zhou Yun smiled:

"I am merely raising a fool."

"I cannot compare to you, Your Excellency the Governor, who keeps a private army of illegal psykers who escaped from Black Ships."

"Your Excellency the Governor, you surely do not wish for the Inquisition to discover your keeping of illegal psykers, do you?"

Augustus Flax's originally bland expression instantly stiffened for a moment.

"How did you know?" A trace of undetectable horror crept into Augustus Flax's voice.

That batch of illegal psionics had been hidden by Augustus Flax in his secret underground palace,

the entire underground palace was managed by mechanical servants, with absolutely no possibility of leaking out.

Zhou Yun simply gave Augustus Flax a brilliant smile.

". I underestimated you."

Augustus Flax had no choice but to admit:

"Let's talk cooperation. Radburn told me you need money, I can give it to you."

"But I need you to make a trip to the Underhive."

Hearing this, the corner of Zhou Yun's eye twitched slightly.

Why is it the Underhive again?

"Although I have eyes in the Midhive, I have none in the Underhive. That place is the territory of cultists, mutants, and Underworld Worms."

"Since you can shuttle between all kinds of abandoned sectors without a scratch, you must have a way to enter the Underhive and look into the situation with the Underworld Worms, right?"

"After all, you even know about me raising illegal psionics."

Saying so, Augustus Flax reached into his own pocket and took out a linen-wrapped pouch, handing it to Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun opened the pouch — inside were bloodstones as pure as fresh blood,

each one as large as a thumb, of extremely high quality.

"This isn't payment, but a gift between friends."

Augustus Flax smiled:

"As long as you go to the Underhive and bring back some useful information for me, I'll give you much more."

Zhou Yun kept a straight face, pretended to stuff the bloodstones into his clothes, and slipped the pouch of bloodstones into his fourth-dimensional pocket.

Looking at the one hundred and fifty thousand yuan exchanged from the bloodstones, the look in Zhou Yun's eyes toward Augustus Flax instantly grew fervent.

If he could just kidnap this guy and extort him directly.

But Zhou Yun still harbored some caution in his heart.

"Let me confirm — are you Augustus Flax himself?" Zhou Yun asked tentatively.

"You really are interesting." Augustus Flax nodded admiringly: "To actually see through that I'm not the real person."

"What you're seeing now is a mechanical servant commissioned by me and made by a great sage of the Xie Sect who happened to pass by more than twenty years ago."

"That great sage was very interested in our family's blood. After I paid him with several young children, he crafted this mechanical servant for me."

"Not only does its appearance stay synchronized with mine, it can also be remotely controlled through special instruments, performing exquisite movements perfectly, indistinguishable from a human."

It really wasn't — Zhou Yun couldn't help but take a look at this mechanical servant of Augustus Flax,

almost impossible to tell it was a mechanical servant; its appearance was also similar to Augustus Flax, its expressions very lifelike, and it could even transmit consciousness remotely.

Which great sage of the Xie Sect has such exquisite technique?

"May I ask what that great sage's name was?"

"I heard it was Bi La Ke. Kao Er."

Join the group! Join the group! Tomorrow at eight o'clock in the group we'll raffle off a Soul-Devouring Worm!

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(End of this chapter)