Chapter 308 A bottle of wild snake wine
Today's fortress is covered with clouds. Those clouds are not weather in the physical sense, but volatilization and evaporation caused by bombing, forming dark clouds that float in the artificial sky of the asteroid fortress and block all the little heat. , here also ushered in the first seasonal change in thousands of years, and also the first cold winter.
People timidly looked out from the small observation window of the air-raid shelter, and at the same time they were worried that the macro cannon would fall again. They also saw those strange white elves slowly falling to the ground, covering the scattered corpses of the dead. Or covering them with a thick quilt among the ruins of a messy building, as the emperor's best gift to the dead, and also a test for the living.
What is that? This idea flashes through the minds of most people who have never left here in this life. Many people think that those are poisons sprinkled by heretics. That kind of cold can indeed make people's skin ulcer. They don't know that this is called frostbite because they have never seen it. In the cold winter, I have only seen living people starved to death, beaten to death, overworked, sick, shot to death, bleeding... There are too many, but this is the only one I have never seen.
Ignorant fear spreads like a disease. They don't even know that they should put on more clothes. Nowadays, ignorance is poison. Few religious people or clerks who are smart or have read classics or even small nobles with some conscience will be "generous". "Kindly" told them to wear more things, wear anything, hold something in front of them, use anything, and eat more food, warm food is best.
But why isn't such kindness a kind of "non-eating meat"? When a noble used throne coins to hire people to take care of his wine cellar and moved furniture during the war, this place that was supposed to be reserved for living people became his comfort zone. , and those poor people and lower-class people who seem to be eye-catching must be dispersed.
Priests or scholars prefer to stay in groups. Those who possess knowledge have better value and better involved groups. They can communicate with the officers and the "thousands of stars" under the lord who manage everything in this place. On the contrary, only The laboring worker, the laundry woman, or the penniless person once again lost everything.
Another death was staged in front of the Emperor. This was a man-made doomsday. But what is even more sad is that this situation is not unique at the end of the 40,000 years of human civilization. To be precise, this is the only one for the Empire. In an extremely small place, it has been performed hundreds of times within a few light years.
The official responsible for this incident was only in his personal underground thermal hut, wearing thick artificial fur, blowing out smoke rings from a burning pipe and inhaling and exhaling smoke rings himself, while all his other sources of power and stability were The wealth is all, trustworthy.
The lord entrusted him to record his blood with the Thinker Array. Only his and the lord's heartbeats could open the warehouse door. It was too normal to use public affairs for personal gain at this time.
Once again, like driving away fleas, he drove away hungry refugees or those who came to collect clothes after hearing the "friendly advice" of the nobles. In this way, he tasted the superiority of controlling other people's names for the first time. Although those refugees had no money or money, the lord and nobles could They are obviously not included.
Throne Coin, Throne Coin, glittering gold, can rotate on the table, spinning non-stop, with the Emperor on the front and the King on the back. It is dazzling and makes people forget about it. Its holder will also be deceived into thinking that he is the lord. Or, the Emperor.
He was puffing away, thinking a lot. He had already thought of ending the war, taking the money and flying away, buying a villa, becoming a master at the top of the nest overlooking everyone, and abandoning all his pretense of piety and loyalty in order to betray Give back to your master.
Until the shout of a lord's servant interrupted his thoughts, the tall and thin messenger shouted. "Good day, sir, as usual, three throne coins, thirty kilograms of grain, and three kilograms of meat as a gift. No shoddy goods are allowed. My master is in the Planetary Guard and serves as a major in pdf!"
It is sold almost cheaply, and the price is much the same as when food is abundant in normal times. However, human kindness is also the key to growing wings. Whether it is a caged bird or flying, it all depends on its choice. He will naturally be diligent and sweep away laziness. He held up his sleeves and put his palm into the skull scanner in front of the adamantine gate.
Beep, short, confirm, and then the piston gear rotates mysteriously, the machine soul makes a sound, and the endless food vault slowly opens, whether it is fur clothing, or cereal crops, or even frozen fresh food, frozen food Good meat that only needs a little cooking to fill you up.
Sort them into categories and store them in order. The servants of the lord's family walked into them, tightened their collars because of the coolness, and stole the food bit by bit like ants or moths. Full warehouse.
They were familiar with the road, took away the food, and exchanged the coins. Only the administrator repeatedly confirmed the amount, but stopped when the door was closed, because it was unknown when the path had to be empty for the convenience of entry and exit. There was a glass bottle filled with liquid placed on the path below. Squeeze the envelope.
Who did it? He was not clean and timidly picked it up, just because such strange things could never be left in the warehouse. He returned to the room, took out his monoculars, inlaid with gold wire, so gorgeous, opened the bottle again, lowered his head and smelled boldly Click.
"Drink?" His old memories gradually came back to life. When he was working hard as a servant, he often tasted this. It was gifted by its master. It was a rare blended wine that belonged only to successful people. It was commonly known as wild snake wine. Generally, there was something in it. There was a whole venomous snake soaked in it, but this bottle didn't have it, and it was clear and transparent. However, he still didn't drink it. Instead, he used his fingers, which had suddenly gained a lot of weight during this period, to open the folded paper under the bottle.
It is written in neat writing on it. [Dear dispenser, Mr. Almiron, good day, I am your loyal servant. I have no name and can only be referred to by this wine. It is not poisonous, but even if there is no poisonous snake in it, I still maintain a hundred. 80% of the venomous and bitter flavor, but it is difficult to say that it can be called the original name. I think it is a new bottle of wine, but it retains the old flavor, just like how you treat a warehouse. 】
The distribution officer's fingers trembled slightly. He looked left and right, took off his glasses, took a long breath, looked at the empty ceiling and thought for a long time, and then lowered his head again.
[However, I don’t have any objection to your allocation, I just think that the current residents need clothes, otherwise the subsequent reconstruction work will be very difficult. It is best to have some meat or grain.
And I understand that you feel that there is no hope here, but I beg you, wait a little longer, do not give that food to the gluttons, but to the hungry ones, and there is someone who will reward you double for your actions, and At the same time, as most people understand the Emperor's teachings, the rewards are great, and so are the penalties for betrayal.
Love you, loyal servant stay. 】
The distribution officer put down his glasses with trembling fingers. He slowly put down the letter and looked at the bottle of wine. His fate was not in his hands. He felt like he had experienced this for most of his life. Only now did he realize that this matter was still ongoing. At that time, he picked up the wine glass in his room, put the piece of paper in the glass, poured in the bottle of transparent and clear liquor, waited for the wine to wet the entire piece of paper, and then swallowed it wholeheartedly.
I don't know if it was the strong alcohol or something else, but sweat covered his cheeks. He covered his face and thought, as if to relieve the feeling of strong alcohol, or fear. When he woke up again, a group of hungry refugees were kneeling at his door. forward.
"Apostle of the God Emperor, please give us a little food to survive the heresy's poison. Look, my child is sick!" The woman opened her child's thigh, and the frostbite had turned into a naked scar and was destroyed. The skin has been damaged, but this team of people are still wearing the linen short-sleeves they used to wear.
The middle-aged official who drank the bottle of wine now seemed like a different person, he said kindly. "Oh my god, this is called frostbite. Come into my room quickly. There is some hot water on the table. It's warm. Wet it with a cloth and cover it with it. Remember to wipe it dry when you go out. It must be dry. There are still people who can move. Come with me to get some clothes and food, and don't be afraid, the snow outside is a natural phenomenon." He called people to come in, and the refugees thanked him as if they were thanking the emperor.
But in such a scene, there was a man dressed as a noble servant in the dark, tossing a throne coin. The gold coin rotated in the air, and finally fell into his hand. He opened his hand and murmured to himself. "On one side is the emperor, on the other side is the king, on the other side is kindness and on the other side is punishment."
In the rough palm of his hand was a gold coin inlaid with the emperor's head. Then he held the money and walked into the darkness. This is one of the greatest help that the rats in the dark can give to this fortress, and sometimes it determines the fate. A place not only of war and sacrifice, but also of murder and trial.
At the same time, a letter was passed over and over again, passing through the hands of the insider, the ignorant, the stupid, and the shrewd. Although the lord's palace was impregnable, he also entered it gracefully.
Facts have proved that this organization has been working intensively in this area for longer than most people imagined. If we really study it, if it were not for the crimes committed by the Grand Inquisitor, this huge group of acolytes could have lived a stable life. .
Its leader could originally have joined the team holding rosettes, representing the holy flames, become a master, command the imperial army, learn psychic secrets, and come into contact with the real mysteries. But now, no matter how powerful he is, he is only a criminal. The chess pieces are destined to be eaten by the rabbit and the dog.
In this cruel human civilization for forty thousand years, the difference between the weak and the strong is only one word, one life, or even just luck. Those who are lucky can fall from the sky and take away everything from those who have worked hard. But if the fate is not good, Those who are not favored by the emperor need to do their best just to live, but Snake Ye does not hate the world because of this.
Nowadays, the cold wind is not stopping, the dark clouds are falling, and the streets are covered with thick snow like quilts. Corpses and remains. Some people are so proud of their earnings, some are defeated by the cold wind, and their lives are worse than death. Some are enjoying the fire, and their blood is noble. , this narrow place has also become a shrunken, miniature Engili space free roaming port.
And why isn't the entire Enjili and the huge fortress complex to which it belongs a miniature human empire? Loyalists, traitors, opportunists, warriors, thousands of styles of human civilization can only be compressed in such a small place, and then fiercely, Constantly hitting.
Therefore, he knows many conspiracies and evil ways, so he understands even more clearly that if he and other mortals want to spend their old age peacefully, they must cling to the roots of giant trees and under the dark clouds.
In the rotten and dilapidated wooden house, this place was not favored by bombings because of its remoteness. In this dark and damp place, Mr. Snakeye, who was like a rat, arranged his clothes, a set of imperial standard disciplinary uniforms, and inferior bulletproof armor. , those who wear this clothing will either be imprisoned, or the Penal Legion, the notorious Astra Militarum Penal Legion, the final resting place for prisoners.
He said jokingly to the other brothers who were drinking and smoking in the cabin. "How about it? Does this suit fit?"
The others looked at it and then remained silent, because everyone here looked very suitable in this suit.
Later, after Lord Magroon finished praying for a certain breakfast, the devout man who only ate two slices of bread, a glass of water and a small amount of vitamin medicine saw a bottle of wine in front of his bedroom, which was clear and transparent, and he thought, It was probably something left by the unbeliever, but I found something underneath it.
He ignored the drink and opened the letter. The words on it were clear, but it made the lord break into a cold sweat.
[Dear Lord Magron, I say that I am your loyal servant. I am sorry that I cannot meet you at this moment, but because we are all loyal to a great soldier, even though we are a temporary partner, I still need to be responsible for you. I Loyal and lovely colleague, my name is just like that bottle of wine, but a noble person like you probably doesn’t know its name, so just call me Wild Snake. 】
[I shouldn’t have made such a big deal and risked sending a letter, so please destroy it after reading it. There are only two reasons why I keep the letter, one is the war and the other is the future. 】
[First, remember that Sir Wade is planning a betrayal. The source of his power is not faith, but money. Your team of loyalists cannot take care of all aspects of tens of thousands of people in the empire. For example, Dark Harbor can still make people Log in, and most outlaws are easy to bribe. You are the smart one. I don’t need to say anything more. Remember, a void whale is waiting in your airspace. Its flanks are countless rotting insects and flies, waiting to eat you alive. . 】
[Second, I don’t know what our master is doing, but I know what diseases are in your territory. We are not pesticides, but we can also kill them physically. Although we spend a lot of energy on this, we still work hard for you, so Please erase or skip the incidents of people who died unexpectedly during this period. Secondly, please put about 3,000 throne coins into the fountain in the garden on the right side of your palace tomorrow, which is the standard Terra day in the imperial calendar, 7.30. , wrapped in a black package. 】
[At this point, I wish you good luck. Also, this is not blackmail. We are all benefiting from it. If you don’t want the things you are stationed in to be emptied, please pay for it. After all, my friends are not the legendary tireless ones. Iron Man.
——Those who love you, stay as loyal servants. 】(End of this chapter)