Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 37 02.0037: ‘True Galactic Metropolis’

Horatio trotted over.

It was dim inside the caravan, and he frowned unconsciously.

[No one? ]

Horatio walked to the door of the caravan and knocked lightly on the wooden door.

There was no response after several calls.

Damn it, there really is no one.

In my memory, I came here several times before and was rejected. The whereabouts of this fortune teller are quite mysterious, and many old customers don't know her whereabouts.

Some say she is an uncertified psyker, so she sometimes needs to hide.

But who knows.

I can only wait until I enter Zhongji Academy to figure out a way before I come out to have a look.

Horatio let out a long sigh, leaned against the caravan, and looked around.

At the same time, an inconspicuous and slender figure quietly leaned on the other side of the caravan.

"You are back from the Legal Department." The man in a black and gray windbreaker said in a low voice.

Horatio frowned and looked sideways at the man calmly.

"How did you find me, Deacon Jonathan? I have only been here for ten minutes."

Horatio has the memory of the original owner and naturally knows his previous network.

Deacon Jonathan is the second-in-command of the 'Labor Gang', Horatio's former right-hand man, and a former foreman. He treats people well, is hard-working, and is relatively smart.

"Even if our organization is weakened, the workers' eyes are sharp. Stepping into the Legal Department is like stepping into a coffin. How did you get out?"

"I am Tadashi."

"...I really can't tell."

The man stiffly raised the corner of his mouth and chuckled, then raised his head in relief and blew out a puff of smoke: "What are you going to do when you come back?"

"Where is the fortune teller?"

"She used to be there on the third Sunday of every month, but as the place becomes more and more chaotic now, her whereabouts have become more mysterious."

"What's going on with the 'Labor Gang'?"

"We did suffer a big blow after you were arrested. Most of the area was occupied on the surface, but we moved into the dark in time and operated as a mutual aid club. Although we still maintain underground intelligence and Smuggling network, but many places are obviously beyond the control of gangs. "

"for example?"

"The guild alliance, the citizen army, and your colleagues are all in a mess." The man laughed jokingly when he said this:

"The F-4 neighborhood in front of you is a good example. The streets in the distance are filled with protestors, radical citizen militia members, bloodthirsty guild alliance bounty hunters, and the Navy. I don't know where it went. Genxian, the loyal Tsuji Marine Corps sent down.

No gang dares to run out in such a chaotic situation and shout, "I control this place!" ’. This is good news. Hum, no one else can get what we have lost. "

"I know, let's talk while we eat?"

"No, boss. I still have things to take care of."

"I won't stay here long this time, waiting for news later on," Horatio said.

"Then take care of yourself, boss." The man leaned against the caravan and said in a joking tone: "I'm afraid we will live longer than you. Zhongsi Academy is not a good place to go."

"Thanks."

"Besides, no more than before, the minions of the Guild Alliance shoot with their eyes closed. Please pay more attention to your safety."

Then, the man turned around gracefully and gave Horatio a small nameplate.

"You can find me here if you need me."

"Goodbye." The man turned his back to Horatio and waved casually.

Horatio still leaned on the caravan, looking at the bustling streets, closing his eyes with heavy thoughts.

Until my hungry stomach began to rush restlessly.

[Let’s fill our stomachs first. ]

Horatio raised his eyebrows and looked around at the dazzling array of restaurants.

Abyss Port embodies another major benefit of being a star port city. The "whole galaxy" is quite in place. Here you can find almost all kinds of customs and characteristics from the entire empire, and even non-imperial areas (doubtful).

But too many signboards also gave Horatio a sense of déjà vu with dyslexia.

Filet of sheep head with soul juice, grilled Neptune bigeye, fried and stewed Koslin three-legged chicken, stir-fried alien...

What the hell is this! Grass! convex

For the first time, Horatio felt such a serious difficulty in choosing, and was wrapped up in a deep sense of curiosity and strangeness.

From so many dazzling signboards, Horatio finally saw one that was so normal that he felt familiar - the Flower of Beans.

A lean and muscular man wearing an apron was holding an iron pot and shaking a spoon vigorously on the large stove in front of the door.

Horatio looked closer and saw that he was making fried rice with shredded pork and eggs!

Every time the man flipped the spoon, it was just right, the fire was perfect, and the golden rice grains surged like ocean waves, soared into the air, and entered the pot, with the fragrance overflowing.

Horatio held back his saliva and stepped forward.

[Mard, you have come to Warhammer World to be your loyal heir, you must reward yourself severely today! ]

When the man saw a well-dressed young man with black hair approaching, he quickly greeted: "Hey! How many guests are there?"

Still not forgetting to stir-fry and add ingredients.

Horatio raised his index finger.

"Okay, one of you! Shu Yao, come out and entertain us!"

[Shu Yao...? The...Chinese people in the 41st millennium? ? ] Horatio blinked.

"Oh, okay, please wait a moment." An enthusiastic female voice came from behind the bar.

It was a girl about Horatio's age.

The black-haired girl with a ponytail slowly stood up from behind the outdoor bar, took off the big round glasses on her face, and tucked the pen in her hand behind her ear.

"Hello, guest, are you dining or drinking?" A warm business-like voice came from her mouth.

The girl walked around the bar with light steps, her pleated skirt dancing gracefully with her steps, and her feet wearing a pair of small leather shoes with a student temperament.

When she walked to the door, she saw that the visitor was a decent young man with a gentle smile and good looks, which was extremely rare in the entire F-4 neighborhood. His smooth and fair cheeks were slightly red.

"Guest, please come in. Do you want to sit outside or inside?" The girl blinked her eyes and asked with a smile.

If the man hadn't said it, Horatio wouldn't have recognized that this was his daughter. If he had a schoolbag on his hand at this time, he would have looked too much like a schoolgirl.

"Shu Yao is your name?"

"Yes sir, my name is Yin Shuyao." The girl replied with a smile.

Horatio just instinctively wanted to ask, 'Are you Chinese? ’, but he stopped what he was about to say in an instant.

Please, this is the human empire, and His Majesty the God-Emperor has long been unified. This question is too heretical to ask, okay?

"Sir?" The girl approached Horatio nimbly and asked in a clear voice like a lark.

"Ah, oh! Eat! Alone! Sit outside and get some fresh air." Horatio immediately recovered and replied.

"Okay, please come with me~" The girl took Horatio to the small open-air seat next to the wine bar with light steps.

As they passed each other, the man smiled at him.

[Good guy, you are using your beautiful daughter to attract customers, right? It depends on how good your food is. ] Horatio raised his eyebrows and thought to himself.

"You can order whatever you want to eat, and it will be fried and sold immediately!" The man seemed to have read Horatio's thoughts.

I saw that big hand scooping the fried rice into the wok with a big spoon.

The mixed aroma of spring onions, eggs, shredded pork, and rice made Horatio's final hesitation and doubts resolved by this irresistible 'oriental power'.

The girl welcomed Horatio to a soft seat near the wine bar. Horatio could see that she had a keen business sense and a smart and flexible mind.

But he only had a hundred thousand, and he had decided to reward himself, so why not indulge in food and drink for once? Who knows what the food at Zhongji Academy is like.

I just hope it's not 'corpse starch'. If this stuff is given to the most elite soldiers of the empire, then the bureaucrats of the Ministry of Internal Affairs will be very inhumane.

"Sir, this is the menu, please take a look." The girl handed Horatio an exquisite hand-embroidered sewing book.

The cover is a cute food illustration hand-drawn by a girl. When opened, each dish inside has a real and visible picture of the dish. Due to the excellent photography light, each dish looks shiny, delicious and tempting, and the portions are full.

Compared with the various monsters and monsters outside, the dishes look extremely friendly.

The shop mainly serves fast food and small stir-fry dishes, but also has pre-cooked soup stock and fried rice and fried noodles that are included with meals. The food is fast and has a strong taste, which is very suitable for the tastes of the busy Zhongchao commissary and port area workers in Baiye District.

While Horatio was flipping through the menu, the girl who kept smiling was quietly looking up and down at the handsome young customer in front of her.

[Is this the look of a Vegas dweller? But how could the Shangchao people come here? He must be a nearby resident, but it's really rare to be so decent. ]

Horatio, who had been hungry for two meals, was completely focused on the menu. He was completely unaware that the girl was looking at him up and down. Combined with his memory of prices, he was surprised.

[Chili-fried Glocks meat slices, only 87 yuan per serving? ]

Although it seems expensive, compared with other places on the planet, this price is already quite cheap.

The damn guild alliance government has set a high "tithe tax" and a "necessary fee for survival" that exceeds 25% of salary, and 40% of personal income must be used to pay various taxes.

The latter is a new idea thought up by the guild alliance.

It is a type of tax, which is levied with compulsory power given by planetary laws.

This is understandable in terms of its function.

Because the operation of the hive city requires the cooperation of many guilds such as water purification, air, energy, and corpses. Water, electricity, air purification and other necessary resources for survival in the public domain can only be maintained and reproduced by charging corresponding fees.

But the dispute is mainly about the rules of fee collection. Due to the well-known power issues, the powerful people living in the upper nest and tower top areas do not have to pay. The shrewd guild alliance also knows that the complete law of the lower nest does not involve It is impossible to extract value from the land.

Therefore, the cost collection of the upper nest, spire and bottom nest finally fell on the middle zone. Even though the population is the largest in the entire hive city, in addition to the high explicit costs that are evenly distributed to each payer, it also greatly affects the rise in prices and becomes invisible hidden costs.

Now, since the levy of necessities for survival has been raised one after another, this crushing mountain has gradually squeezed out the previously passable living space, pushing more and more poor people to the edge of the abyss.

For them, the meaning of life now only exists in the dark and endless cycle of "collecting money - paying - collecting money" day after day.

"Have some chili fried pork, miss." Horatio slid his fingertips to the menu.

According to the official novels of Empire, there are Chinese and Japanese names in the Warhammer 40K universe. For example, Captain Chen in the Wolfpack of the Gothic Fleet series, Captain Kinoshita in the Son of Vengeance of the Dawn of Fire series, etc.

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