Chapter 210 Don’t say such terrible things!
Obviously, in an edge star zone like Calixis - after all, if it extends further outward, it will be the place currently marked as "Kronos Expansion" on the empire's map - this The place is not well-known in the Empire, but it was known to many people on Holy Terra in another way - digression, in the Calixis sector, if your planet has no special rare minerals, The mineral reserves are also mediocre, and the surface does not support large-scale agricultural production. The minerals exported are extremely ordinary, and the food gap even needs to be imported from satellites with fewer people-
Well, this planetary governor looks like Maybe it's a bit boring to take it seriously.
The rogue trader Mr. Carosini, who was outstanding in some aspects of evaluation, noticed that Governor Alexey’s cuffs were somewhat frayed - but they were cleverly concealed under the new gold trim. , and the clothes he wore all over his body were full of the feeling of "I took this outfit out of the wardrobe where the insect repellent pills were kept, ironed it and put it on for a serious meeting."
Don’t ask why, the clothes a person often wears and the clothes he rarely wears will be slightly different in every aspect, and all the small and inconspicuous details will be revealed to a keen observer. It can be gathered into one big thing that is wrong in the eyes.
Carrick is just a death world in the countryside. It is inhabited by more than 10 million humans and sub-humans. Judging from everything Lamizane knows about the planetary governor of the empire, a planetary governor can become a simple planetary governor. This is quite unexpected.
His sensors also reported to him the scanning status of the mansion they were in. It was a building with a very old basic structure. The stones and other building materials used were undoubtedly local materials. Those old buildings The stained glass windows and furnishings were fired or painted with an artistic level and time that matched the Governor's embarrassing attire.
But here’s the problem: most of the things scanned are fine, except for the weapons in the hands of the guards. Not only are those weapons standard, but the level of technology hidden under the casing of ordinary laser guns is very high. Often high.
[They have such extremely high-tech guns, but they can only stay here and beat mushroom goblins, and they don’t even have to pay for the Astral Legion? ]
[Hmph... In that case, maybe this is the second Nuceria? 】
[…Don’t say such terrible things, my goosebumps… Huh? The original body also gets goosebumps? 】
【...Enough! You stupid mortal! Don't do weird things with my body! ! ! ! 】
In other words, these honor guards who look like decorations may not really be decorations. Sensor data shows that the power of these guns is almost equivalent to melta weapons. The Governor is not completely defenseless against the Rogue Traders - even with the endorsement of a war group with no bad reputation like the "Silver Skull" Chapter.
So are you willing to believe that in the galaxy of the 42nd millennium, there is a frontier hereditary planetary governor who is simple, thrifty, willing to be poor, and leads the people to resist the orcs and asteroid natural disasters while not exploiting them and buying for them New weapons; do you still want to believe that Angron is knowledgeable and conquered the home planet, or is he my god-grandson and Perturabo is my pet dog?
You don’t have to think about it at all, right?
Therefore, Lamizane decisively sent a signal to the other people who had already lurked at the first line of defense outside the governor's residence and were watching eagerly, "pause operations, lurk in place, and wait for new orders."
The Space Marines accepted it without hesitation - anyway, they were using a disguised position this time, and there was nothing particularly embarrassing. It was just that some of them were murmuring to appease their manic missile launch nests. That's it - a minor problem.
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【What are you doing? ! Do you know that issuing this kind of order several times before a battle can easily increase the Astartes' combat fanaticism threshold and decrease their combat intuition and sensitivity? ! 】
【……? I don't know, is that going to happen? In addition, I just think that we should probably have a few more words with Governor Alexei before the war begins. The whole of Carrick looks so normal that every place that seems to be fine at first glance makes me feel counterintuitive when I examine it carefully. ...] [Something? Don't think too much! And of course, just like if you need to hunt with a pack of hounds, you need to keep them highly excited during the hunting season, including keeping them half-starved and never satisfied and throwing some of the excess parts of fresh prey to The dogs tore to pieces. 】
[I didn’t think too much about it. I only got the detailed information about this place from Ms. Lotara when I arrived. I was just expressing my opinion based on the actual situation I saw. But something is really wrong. ——And what you said is strange, why does every sentence sound so like some local traditions of ancient Terra...]
[Ha, after all, according to "common sense", the entire galaxy It is no surprise that all humans are proud of pursuing the fashion of Holy Terra. 】
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This mysterious foreign visitor whose etiquette habits are obviously very different from Calixis expressed his apology. He was born in Holy Terra and just returned from an external visit. After returning from the trip, and after his second greeting to the Governor was "Have you eaten?", the atmosphere at the meeting continued to be tense and awkward.
All this was obviously relieved after the Rogue Trader decisively took out his gifts and presented them to Governor Alexei: most of these gifts that were not extravagantly packaged but of various types were very valuable to the residents of Carrick. Attractive.
They include packaged synthetic milk powder, single homogeneous sugar, colorful concentrated vitamin juice gels, frozen vegetable packages and various canned meat products, and of course some others such as The common promethium starch - the Governor condescended to dip his fingers into it and tasted it and thought it was a very high-quality starch - and expressed extremely strong interest in the wines, especially the spirits, that were displayed next. The guards were no exception. The sensors showed that most of the guards' heartbeats increased by more than 25% when the spirit sample was opened.
In addition, there are of course some holographic samples of industrial products, mainly stasis products, power products, defense arrays, etc. For example, one of them is made into a jewelry pocket watch, the extremely exquisite Lost Stasis Stand. Although it can only be used once, it is small enough to be hung on the body as an ornament. The Governor is extremely interested in this, but there is regret in his eyes. The look suggested that his means might not be sufficient to pay the price of this treasure for his own personal interest.
Finally, after reading the even more exciting long catalog of promethium industrial textiles they could provide, Governor Alexei let out a long sigh. The man who looked a little old took the opportunity to stand up and rubbed his face, so that his stern and weathered expression muscles could be moved into positions he was not used to.
“I must admit, Dear Lord Carosini, your wealth and production capacity completely exceed my imagination. I hope you will not be troubled by our previous indifferent reception.”
The Governor said sincerely, "If the catalog shows me all the goods that you can trade as scheduled, I will indeed be happy to see you."
While they were talking, the Governor's cronies His eyes flickered and he quietly began to retreat one after another.
The Rogue Trader turned a blind eye and just showed his eight-white-toothed smile to the Governor again.
The sweet bait has been thrown out, and he waits patiently for the whispers in the surrounding small rooms to reveal the results, so that he will know how many prey will be harvested this time.
(End of this chapter)