Chapter 151 The Emperor’s Bloody Fingerprint
That is indeed a treasure more precious than the planet.
Even far beyond.
If used properly, the value gained will be immeasurable.
Because the parchment in the center of the stone slab is a trading license, a proof of the identity and bloodline of the trading rogue.
Rogue traders have the word "shang" in their names, but they must not be simply understood as merchants.
In essence, Rogue Traders are conquerors, privateers, and explorers of the galaxy.
They are passionate about exploration, adventure and trading.
Search for ancient treasures while finding new worlds for your empire, and become rich overnight in the process.
Normally, only the highest authority in the empire, such as the Inquisition or the High Lords Council, are qualified to deal with Rogue Traders.
No other authority has the authority to issue arrest warrants or hold trials against rogue traders.
Therefore, the amount of freedom they have is incredible.
But the risks faced by Rogue Traders are also great.
After all, they are engaged in a high-risk gray industry and need to be ready for battle at all times.
So, a rogue trader must have a strong ship and a cannon, as well as extraordinary courage and a little bit of luck.
Otherwise, it is easy to die without a burial place.
Of course, the most important thing is that you must have a business license.
Or it’s okay to call it a privateering license.
This trading license is the source of free power for the Rogue Traders and the most precious treasure of their family.
As precious as their lives.
There are different levels of trading licenses. The higher the level, the greater the power.
From the high lord to the original body, the trading licenses signed by people of different levels have different validity.
Of course, some trading licenses signed by the original body are almost invalid.
For example, the license signed by Horus, the great traitor to the Empire.
There is a famous business joke:
"You actually dare to seize my goods?!
tmd I am authorized! Listen clearly! I am! Authorized! Authorized!
(Slowly takes out the permit) Open Look carefully with your blind eyes, this is the signature of the original body, a demigod!
Take a good look at who signed it, you will be scared to death after reading it! Wolf Shepherd God Horus Luperka...'
(Lightspeed puts away the authorization letter) You are right, sir, I am indeed smuggling illegally, and I support your fair law enforcement behavior 120%.
If you have nothing to do now, please allow me to say goodbye first..." (Sneaking closer to the door)
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Depending on the level of the license, holders of the license can not only sail freely inside and outside the empire, but also Trade.
You can even establish your own dynasty
The most valuable thing is the business license written by the emperor himself thousands of years ago and stamped with blood fingerprints.
Rogue traders who possess this sacred trading license are called emperor-blooded traders.
What is even more valuable is that the business license can be hereditary.
Today, most of the surviving Imperial Blood merchants have become galaxy merchant dynasties composed of ancient and huge families.
The family wealth accumulated over thousands of years, plus the territory is far away from Holy Terra.
As long as they obey the emperor on the surface, they will be the emperor with extremely high autonomy in their own territory.
Therefore, they have great influence in the empire, and the Council of High Lords of Terra has a seat dedicated to Rogue Traders.
They are one of the few people the Empire allows to negotiate and do business with the aliens.
Even if we recruit a few aliens as crew members, no one will say anything.
For preliminary exploration of unexplored or forgotten areas in the galaxy, sending Rogue Traders is one of the Empire's main methods.
This leads to a rather ambiguous attitude between Rogue Traders and aliens.
As an imperial force, they are supposed to eliminate all aliens.
But as explorers and black marketeers, they prefer to try to trade with aliens.
This has turned most Rogue Trader ships into black market nodes for smuggling alien artifacts or technology.
Of course, this is an illegal and taboo business, but it cannot withstand the huge demand.
The imperial dignitaries like to collect rare alien objects, the rulers want powerful alien weapons, and the Mechanicum also wants to get some new things from the black market. This brought huge wealth to the rogue traders.
The dignitaries have obtained rare alien collections, the rulers have obtained alien weapons to suppress unruly people, and the Mechanicus has obtained new technologies for killing aliens.
Everyone achieved satisfactory results, it was a win within a win!
Of course, such an attractive business is not coveted by anyone.
But given the influence of the Rogue Traders in the empire, and the fact that they have been allies with the important Navigator families for generations.
Ordinary imperial forces can never afford to offend them.
From these we can see how double standards the empire has, and how powerful the Rogue Traders are.
Aren’t they just the princes who listen to the tune but not the propaganda?
Of course, whether you can become a prince or not depends on your own strength.
Now, what is in front of Ron is an ancient, extremely precious business license with the emperor's bloody fingerprint.
Hiss~
Ron took a breath.
This thing is the treasure he has dreamed of.
With this business license, he can do many things blatantly.
More importantly, with the license, his ships can sail freely within and outside the empire.
You can freely obtain resources through exploration, black market trade, and even plunder!
In an instant, many cool operations for developing territory appeared in his mind.
For example, create a hidden black market node in the network that connects everywhere.
Sell bananas or technological creations of the golden age, and communicate with the motor oil guys who come here to talk about technology.
Of course, these need to be solved in the future.
Ron held his chin and stared at the business license:
"By the way, in addition to the precious power given by this thing, the drop of the emperor's blood on it is also valuable, right?"
That is the sacred blood containing the emperor's genes.
If you say it, it’s just if.
Plucking it out a little from the top shouldn’t invalidate the license, right?
He wanted the Biological Research Institute to study the Emperor's blood to see if anything useful could be produced.
For example, the Thunder Guards who possess the Emperor's genes?
This is a bit disloyal...
Bishop Donnie must not know about this, otherwise he may go crazy on the spot.
The Imperial State Church has unparalleled worship for the Emperor, and its members are even keen on collecting various Emperor-related holy relics.
This license, which contains the blood of the Emperor, is the most sacred relic to members of the Ecclesiarchy.
It is not allowed to offer sacrifices and make three kowtows and nine bows every day.
There are even some high-level officials of the state religion who will try every possible means to seize the licenses of those down-and-out emperor blood merchants.
And those Chaos forces seem to be very interested in the license.
While thinking, Ron suddenly remembered a crucial question that he had ignored.
High-level business licenses have a complex certification system that includes genetic testing.
It needs to be matched with the corresponding bloodline of the Hongshang family to take effect.
Even the machine souls of the ships of the Rogue Trader family can only be activated by outstanding direct bloodlines.
You don’t have to get a trading license to become a rogue.
Those forces that seek to seize the trading license take away the trading license and the blood of the trading family together.
Then control them and slowly replace their bloodlines through marriage and other behaviors.
Of course, Ron doesn't need to be so troublesome.
He only needs to bless the bloodline of the Xingshang family.
However, now he only has a business license and no one at all.
Ron has to find the bloodline of the merchant family named "Goventi" on the license.
Wouldn't the fleet commander be so stupid as to seize the license and then kill everyone?
Or maybe the Govindi bloodline on the license has been severed?
Now we are in trouble...
(End of this chapter)