Chapter 369: On how courageous a rogue trader can be
Tick tock.
What sound?
The sound of water?
One more time.
Ta-ta, tap-ta.
Wait, this is the sound of footsteps.
The sound of footsteps approaching from far away.
The captive blinked.
He found that one of his cheeks was pressed against some kind of cold metal floor, which felt and looked like precious adamantine alloy.
Where is this? Wait.
He seemed to remember what happened before.
The throne of Terra is above, this is not possible, right? Isn't that what he thought?
Absolutely ridiculous! Why me? Why did I...
I know, it must be because...
A basin of cold, salty-smelling water was splashed on his face, interrupting his thoughts and bringing back his calmness and smoldering anger.
He blinked again and tried to stick out his tongue and lick his lips - his tongue was cleverly controlled because someone put a special cannon into his mouth.
Oh... This design is even targeted at the use of Astartes' acidic salivary glands. It seems that the person who made this has considerable professional knowledge.
But the small amount of liquid flowing into his mouth was actually enough.
Even if he is bound and imprisoned here, his taste monitoring nerve (Neuroglottis) can automatically start to operate and analyze, and the gene detection nerve (Omophage) has also made some basic judgments in advance - see The first good news is that at least this is not some kind of human body fluid, right?
Well...the bad news is that the amount of mold, heavy metals, illegal drugs, corrupted blood and other things in this bucket of water exceed the legal limit.
The reason why it is not human blood but corrupt blood is because his genetic detection nerve has faithfully analyzed... gene sequence fragments of at least more than six different races.
It seems that the place where he is now is very crowded.
He shrugged, but the adamantium alloy rune chain that tied him tightly made a crisp and subtle movement, attracting the attention and action of the person who woke him up in the first place.
A slender electric whip surrounded by dangerous red arcs struck his naked skin without warning.
The abnormally severe pain from the nerve endings to the cerebral cortex caused the captive to tighten his body muscles with aggressive and beautiful lines. His huge body was like a fish thrown on the beach. Due to the inevitable physiological The nerves bounced in response.
“Oh, hehe, it seems that even the great Angel of Death, who is our God Emperor, can feel pain. It would be much easier to feel pain and respond to pain. I used to I'm a little worried."
A woman's voice carries a habitual condescension, an indifferent attitude towards the living, and a harsh and demanding tone unique to those in the army.
What? Imperial Navy? Home Office? Legal department? Or the so-called Tribunal or the State Religion? Are all the jobs people do nowadays so rough? Or has the name of Warrior Astartes become so meaningless after ten thousand years that mortals act so irregularly? Oh, by the way, maybe he really doesn't follow it... considering that he and his companions were surprised to realize that the richest and most powerful among mortals began to regard cherubim's deformed things as... A symbol of status...
"What are you thinking about? Are you distracted? Do you dare to ignore me?!" The woman's voice sounded again, and the captive didn't even bother to raise his eyelids to look at her more, still diverging. Follow your own thoughts. It was obvious that his behavior of not taking her and his current situation into consideration greatly angered her. The strange thin electric whip fell involuntarily, whipping the prisoner from one side of the small cage to the other. Until the one who cracked the whip feels his hands sore.
She snorted coldly, and the metal stilettos of her high heels stepped on the alloy floor, "You actually still find ways to escape my punishment on you. This is how the angel warrior of the God Emperor shows his piety and loyalty. "
The prisoner opened his bleeding and cracked mouth and shook his head, revealing his shackled mouth covered by his hair, indicating that he could not answer her words like this.
A heavily modified servant stepped forward silently, used pliers and a key to open part of the cangue, and at the same time opened a device between the captive and the mysterious woman, a light red barrier. Opened them.
"...Let me tell you, madam." His unexpectedly sweet and soul-piercing voice made the woman visibly stunned, and then a subtle look of satisfaction emerged, "First of all, you are qualified to punish I only have my superiors and my master; secondly, in my opinion, your whip and your position are not very loyal.”
"This is one of the holy relics of the state religion discovered by my fleet in an abandoned temple world." Lady Elspeth Gorda, the pale-skinned and gorgeously dressed lord colonel, replied coldly, "And they It has been certified by the baptism of the Kronos Expanded State Church."
"I noticed that you did not say it was certified by the 'Bishop of the Calixis Sector'."
A silence fell between the two of them. The dynasty's mistress scowled sternly in displeasure at this little taunt, then replaced it with an expression of indifference.
“No more nonsense,” she said succinctly, “you are mine now.”
“So far, my memory tells me that I have not heard of my identity Handed over to a mortal woman.”
"Of course." She told him, "Because I am Elspeth Gorda, the mistress of the Gorda dynasty, the angel of death of the God-Emperor, and you know that I am in the Kronos Expansion as What kind of trade are you famous for?"
"I don't know, but I can see that you are very courageous and determined, madam, in all aspects."
"You are. It sounds much better to talk like this. If you can keep doing this, you will be punished less."
"With all due respect, I have done something or committed a crime that warrants a smaller punishment. What punishment can be used to punish someone like me?"
She narrowed her shrewd and cold gray eyes.
"I started out in cold trade, you know? If you don't know, another way to say it is that I sell some of the rare technologies and products I discovered to people who are interested and willing to pay a high price for it."
"So the Rogue Traders' business scope includes alien and illegal products," the prisoner on the floor pointed out bluntly, "I guess these products also include living products, which is the slave trade, right?"
"Yes."
"So I guess I didn't do anything wrong, but I became your prey or a rare commodity?"
"That's right."
"Can I ask why?"
"Because you are the most beautiful among them." Ms. Elspeth Gorda said bluntly, "I like beautiful and gorgeous things."
"Oh." Lucius, former Captain of the Thirteenth Company of the Emperor's Children, smiled from his restraints for the first real smile of the conversation.
“I knew it would be like this.”
(End of Chapter)