Chapter 258 Nuo Xing’s Special Indulgence Coupon
An oval silver-backed metal ball inlaid with gold wire and hollowed out rotates in the air, dividing the dark yellow light falling from top to bottom into whirling dazzling spots.
More than a dozen bright gold coins contained in the ball collided until they fell into the palm of a hand wrapped in black cloth. The remnants of the crisp sound still echoed in the empty dark hall.
Morse opened his eyes and put down the metal ball, letting the hollow part of the smooth sphere become a flat surface that could help it stand firmly on the ground.
"I have good news here, and bad news..." Halfway through his words, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps outside the hall.
A pair of hard-soled boots of small size stepped on the iron courtyard gate that had not been repaired since it was kicked down by Conrad Coates.
An annoying echo came from the center of the hollow rusty iron, mixed with the patter of water on the ground. The two main noises rushed into the abandoned building together.
Perturabo also opened his eyes and cut off the long-range electromagnetic wave contact with a group of airships parked in the orbit of Nostramo.
Chaotic footsteps stopped at the door.
In the dark night, the fair faces of five children appeared in the background of clouds and dense buildings. Their eyes and hair colors were different, but their lips were uniformly pale.
The fabric of their clothes doesn't look like coarse rags from the outside, but they fit exceptionally well; if you look closely, you can see that the lining inside the coat is soft and comfortable.
This kind of fabric, only one meter long, can buy a large family in the slum as slaves for the same price.
If you use the slave workers in the mine to calculate, it is impossible to calculate - this has to be discussed with the owner of the slave workers, and then you have to consider identity comparison, status crossover, and face-to-face transactions; but objectively In other words, slave labor itself has no price other than labor value in Nostramo.
Perturabo sat on the cushion and turned half of his mechanical body. Electricity hissed through the cables, driving his arm to wave towards the door.
"Come in." The Iron Lord said. "What's the matter?"
"That ball is me..." the first child stumbled into the room and said against the wall.
The second child quickly covered the first child's mouth, looking at the mechanical giant with fear on his expression: "We picked it up on the street! So...can you give it back to us? ”
Morse’s palm faced down, and the silver ball automatically flew into his palm. He placed the sphere on the wooden table and gently pressed the corners of the paper documents spread all over the table.
“One of you,” he said, “broke our window with this toy ball.”
The children looked toward the windows in panic.
"Oh, don't look, I've already fixed it." Morse shrugged, "You can also step on the carpet, who cares about these little things?"
A few children shook their hands and His shoes stepped on the luxurious woven carpet, and he was obviously very concerned about the dirty water from his shoes staining the carpet.
Perturabo observed these details without saying a word.
Based on his trust in Konrad Coze, his protection of Nostramo’s right to independence, and his mentality of knowing that it would be useless to take care of Nostramo, Perturabo is treating Nostramo these days. Mo turned a blind eye to the surging undercurrent——
Well, the field of view of the Nostramo orbital ship was enough to clearly see the explosions and fires happening everywhere.
He just took in all the luxury furniture that Conrad Coates sent back to this abandoned building every few days, and immersed himself in the list of items he took the initiative from Coates.
"Take away your toy ball." Perturabo said in a deep voice, "I don't care where you come from or what your background is. Now, go back to your own world."
Morse moved his fingers and threw the silver ball easily; the ball flew out from the cone-shaped light range and landed accurately on the chest of the child who opened the mouth first. The child hurriedly caught his toy and turned to leave.
The third child suddenly stopped the turning child and raised his neck boldly: "If you haven't eaten today, can you give us two or three bites of dishes?"
Morse looked at that child. The child's shrewdness was hidden in his micro-expression, and he casually snapped his fingers toward the door. A brown wooden door appeared out of thin air, blocking the children who had entered the room.
He stepped out of the light, bent down, put his hands wrapped in black cloth on his knees, and cast his shadow on several children.
A lock of black hair swayed forward from the back of his head and hung down on his face, deepening the shadows on his face.
"We have indeed not eaten yet..." Morse's voice lingered softly above the children's heads, "If you are willing to contribute a portion of blood food, of course we can share a few plates of fresh meat..."
Several children were so frightened that their whole bodies trembled.
Then, the third child reached out decisively and pushed the first child forward. The latter staggered: "You can eat him! He usually moves a lot and is in better physical condition! ”
Morse turned the laughter that escaped his lips into a cough.
Perturabo's pen hovered over the paper for a moment. Compared to Morse, he was indeed more concerned about the hidden meaning behind these children's words.
Children who came out of Nostramo's old aristocratic families did not have even a trace of doubt, and directly believed that Morse's words were true conditions, not his unique meaningless threats.
Have you seen it before or practiced it?
"No," after laughing, Morse stood up straight, turned around and returned to the light range, lazily half-lying into the high-backed soft chair that Coz had shipped from the warehouse of an unknown family. .
"Your blood is not clean enough. Moreover, Konrad Coze is chasing you, right? The Night Ghost is behind you." He stretched out his middle finger and index finger, pressed them on the table and raised them alternately, pretending to be a hunter who jumped quickly. legs, "Three, two, one... Bang! Break in immediately! What kind of midnight evil spirit are you bringing behind you?"
"You..." The third child Gritting his teeth, his facial muscles bulged slightly, "Judging from the furniture here, you also had a coat of arms and a surname, right? The order outside has collapsed, but you live here... Dear friends, we Our families can become allies on the same front, and we ask for your protection!”
Morse glanced at the eternal night outside.
Nostramo also has long nights, but compared to Comoros, this territory owned by humans leaves them too much free time.
Therefore, the two of them still have a lot of time to kill.
"Well...relax, kids." A ray of spiritual energy joined his words, making his cold voice particularly soft and elegant, "It was just a few jokes. We have eaten dinner tonight, but we haven't tasted the supper yet. "If you don't mind, you can take it."
Morse took out five white porcelain and gold plates with elegant geometric patterns on the edges from the blind spot behind the table, and placed them on a small table. He appeared on the low table without warning and waved to a few children.
In each porcelain plate, there is a roasted pigeon exuding an alluring aroma.
The surface shows a uniform caramel color, and the crispy skin wraps the tender meat. The light spices and the unique smoke and rosemary flavoring during the roasting process almost immediately make the children salivate.
Their hungry stomachs curled up in their abdominal cavities, and they felt as if they were in an illusion, which was very wonderful.
Morse erased doubt from their minds without leaving a trace. He could not remember the last time he had been so enthusiastic: "We can't eat that many late-night snacks, kids."
"Excuse me, are there no tableware?" the fourth child asked politely but stubbornly.
"No, there is none," Perturabo answered him. The Lord of Iron also took some of his energy away from his own work to pay attention to this little night game. The third child raised his slender eyebrows, wiped his palms on the side of his pants, and reluctantly took the initiative to pick up his midnight snack with his bare hands.
The steaming food quickly took away his complaints. He devoured his roasted pigeon, tearing off the thin and crispy skin and biting into the plump and plump pigeon. The juicy, rich-tasting meat made him want to stuff the whole meat, bone and bone, into his empty and fragile stomach in one go.
With his guidance, the remaining children were immediately immersed in the delicious food. For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the sounds of swallowing and chewing.
Perturabo glanced twice and looked away.
"How is it?" Morse slowed down his voice kindly, "Is it enough to satisfy your appetite?"
"Thank you, sir!" The third child hurriedly put down the food temporarily. He can always distinguish between priorities and choices. "You saved a few of us!"
"Those words are too strong, young gentlemen, I just did a few...things that are in line with my own moral requirements."
"Talk about how you ended up living on the streets, children of noble blood."
"You know, that monster who calls himself Konrad Curze," the third child simply mentioned. At the mention of his name, a flash of disgust flashed across his face, "He shouts 'in the name of the Emperor' every day and kills people everywhere without following any rules! Not only does he belittle our bloodline, but he also says that we are all born with the Born of sin, we must pay the debt of sin we are born with! It's so ridiculous."
"Did he mention what you want to use to atone for your sins?" Morse asked softly. Naughty curiosity.
"The debt of labor, the debt of war," the child said angrily, "and the debt of blood. He doesn't even accept money! What about working in a factory, participating in the conscription, and drinking from him? The blood potion, all these things are now on our shoulders!”
“Do children like you count?”
"Forget it!" he said angrily, "We don't talk about our universal laws at all! He also allocated actual bonds to each of our families one by one, saying that if you can't atone for your sins, you can only die to pay the debt, so we were assigned a Of course my father doesn’t want to repay this inexplicable debt..."
He shivered violently all over, and the fear hidden in his heart almost overwhelmingly overshadowed his anger.
Morse replenished his psychic aura in time, and said to comfort: "Relax, kid. Even if your father is really skinned and hung on the top of the tower, at least when the bloody flag is fluttering in the wind, , more beautiful than your father at the most handsome moment in his life, right?"
The expression of the third child changed uncertainly, sometimes in a daze, sometimes in fear, sometimes in annoyance.
In the end, his face was fixed in mean disdain.
"Every one of his subordinates is just a man who hides his head and lacks grace. Even if he is unusually tall, they all cover their faces with iron masks. These people can't even trace our whereabouts, so how can they have the right to demand debts from us? ?”
“Okay, calm down, kid.” Morse said, “Don’t be angry about our blood prince. After all, it won’t help if you get angry, right?”
He? He looked around and said, "Let's not talk about Coz anymore. I see that you guys are eating about the same and chatting about some light topics after dinner. You got here by accident, right? Guess where this is, kids. "
"Your temporary home...?" the fifth child said hesitantly.
"Yes and no." Morse said, "Our home is..."
He pointed towards the location of Olympia in the starry sky.
The children looked understanding: "Mourning for your family, my lord."
"My family does not need to mourn." Perturabo interjected casually, indicating that he was in listen. "You guys continue."
The first child thought of the copper door plate that had fallen to the ground and was half sunken into the soil when he just arrived here, and replied: "This is an abandoned mental hospital in the old city?"< br>
"Oh, it doesn't have to go back that far. Come closer, kids. Is there any other answer?" Morse was persuasive.
The five children shook their heads in turn.
"This is my current residence." Cozz violently removed Morse's unlocked wooden door. The door made of psychic energy turned into ashes the moment the door frame was broken.
He took off his long cloak of dark tarpaulin at the door and hung it on a metal bracket. Behind him, six corpses squeezed into the hall from the door, using their iron masks and the faces hanging on their waists to stare at the five children silently.
"Good evening, Conrad." Perturabo said flatly.
Morse snapped his fingers for the second time, and the psychic effect immediately faded. The children woke up from their dreams and fell to the ground in various postures in terror, holding the carpet with their bloody hands.
Beside them, the devoured rat skeletons were scattered in the center of the carpet.
Koz nodded slightly to the remains of the servants. Each of the five remains captured a child, and the remaining one removed the stained carpet and replaced it with a brand new dark blue clean rug.
The operation to capture the escaped noble children is over. Curze, like Perturabo, sat on the floor on a clean blanket.
"I hope you can understand why I want to distribute the debt equally to these heirs with dirty blood." Coz had a dark look in his eyes, "Or maybe you want to condemn me for my lack of kindness. Me? "
"Society is a chaotic model that cannot be simply summarized by a single law," Perturabo said, "I will not do this in Olympia, but I have no intention of questioning you. Nostramo's move. I believe your indulgence... has its validity."
"I have only one question. If you kill all the people who can control the operation of high-rise buildings, who will manage Nostramo?"
"In this mud, there are always new sprouts sprouting. In Until then, I can do it all by myself." Koz snorted, "I don't want to ignore his fault just because he can do it."
"You don't have enough experience."
"Will you help me?" Curze asked.
A slight smile flashed across Perturabo's lips. "You asked for help, so, of course."
Kurtz clasped his hands together, his expression a little excited.
"Then let me first introduce the auxiliary army I am going to get from the prison. You can listen to what the problem is. I built a new reward and punishment system for them. Oh, now they are called Nostramo Chemistry dog..."
Morse smacked his lips beside him: "I didn't finish what I said before. I have good news and bad news. To be honest, there are still people who want it. Do you want to listen?"
"The good news first?" Perturabo looked at Morse.
“I contacted the Empire’s signal.”
Perturabo moved his mechanical bones and asked eagerly: "Where's the bad news?"
"I don't want to say it now." Morse smiled, "But it's not a big deal. Someone will report alone. Let's talk about the good news first... I contacted three primarchs at the same time, Fulgrim, Ferrus Manus, and Rogge, who is very familiar to Perturabo. ·Dorn. Anyone want to meet them?"
(End of Chapter)