Chapter 800 Santiaro
Standard Terra Calendar, 944.M41,
Maelstrom area, planet Santiaro
Bliss Hotel, the best in One-Eyed City One of the hotels located next to the city center buildings.
This planet has been out of the empire's jurisdiction for hundreds of years. On the surface, it is hosted by a local guild. In fact, it is a pirate lair. Every day, pirate ships loaded with stolen goods enter the planet's orbit. Every day, there are countless pirate ships. The hungry shark leaves its nest.
As one of the worlds secretly controlled by the Red Pirate Huron, the law of the tyrant is implemented here——
Anyone can come, even people from the empire, but no one is allowed to make trouble. After parking tax, you can do whatever you want.
This is the most cunning thing about Huron. Even if he betrays the empire, he will still not completely take sides. He will always leave room for leeway, and will always leave a gray area that does not distinguish between black and white. This is what sets him apart from all Chaos Space Marines - he will not be carried away by so-called hatred and belief.
There is a huge black market here, a huge killer guild, and auctions where you can buy many precious items. Here you can find many psychic treasures that the empire cannot legally hold, and you can also hire them. Powerful psykers and even alien mercenaries can be hired by even renegade Space Marines if you can afford the price.
This is a paradise for adventurers, and also a hell for many people, because the weak will not really get any protection here——
The hotel bar has glittering mirrors on the walls and a smoke-filled interior.
The old pirate Sayyaf Moore is here telling others the story of how a Rogue Trader ship was destroyed.
The stories he told were immersive and fascinated the audience. The old man smoked a cigar and blew out smoke rings. From time to time, he made a few gestures and made some sounds to enhance the audibility of the story. .
The people sitting around the table laughed from time to time and cursed from time to time.
However, Sam Bellamy just watched, silent.
To outsiders, he is always silent, but his silence can make others surrender.
No one knows that he had another name in the past - Sorge.
When his master Iskandar Kayan was captured by the Astral Knights, Soshyan gave him freedom as promised, but that freedom came at a price - his abilities would not be wasted, You still have to serve the Astral Knights and the Empire.
It just means that in the process of serving, he is free.
Sorge has already been mentally prepared for this. He knows that people like himself will not have real freedom, only relative freedom.
In fact, from the moment he knew that his master was not dead, he knew that he would never be able to escape.
So he followed Soshiyang's suggestion and came to the Maelstrom Star District to start from scratch. In less than five years, he became a well-known second-level dealer and part-time pirate nearby, and owned a A modified pirate ship named "Obsidian".
Because of his cunning and silence, outsiders gave him the nickname "Silent Fox". He personally had nothing to say about it, but in a place like this, having a nickname also means that others treat you. Recognition means that you have truly entered "that" circle.
On the stage, a cute mixed-race cat girl who was almost naked was dancing to the drums of the band, but Sorge didn't even look at it.
His eyes scanned the surroundings, looking at everyone present. Most of them were pirates, and a few were mercenary leaders and smugglers.
At the far end of the room, beneath a gilded oil painting depicting the marching Imperial Titans, he saw a group of guys dressed in purple with chrome trim and face makeup.
They claim to be the "Heralds of Rapture", a cult group that worships the evil god Slaanesh, and their master is the Chaos warband "The Rapture". They have only recently arrived in this world.
Among these people, there was a tall, thin man with scars on his face caused by acid corrosion.
Zorg is quite familiar with him. Diongo Dubey, a pirate captain who once had a conflict with Zorg, did not expect that the other party would actually join the Slaanesh cult.
Their eyes stared at each other for several seconds, and the extended intersection was as warm as two automatic rangefinders aiming at each other.
Sorge silently cursed himself. If he had known that this guy was here, he would not have come here.
But there is no way, his target is this group of people.
He had to figure out why Huron allowed people from the Slaanesh cult to enter his territory, and whether there was any secret agreement reached between the two.
"My lord?"
Hearing the voice, Sorge raised his head and saw a uniformed concierge standing next to his chair, his head tilted, looking flattering It's disgusting. "My lord, there is a boy looking for you."
“Boy?”
Sorge thought for a moment and suddenly realized who it was.
"Where is he?"
"The boy is at the front desk and has something to tell you personally. He wants me to give this to you."
The concierge continued, weighing a silver earring with velvet-gloved fingers suspiciously, and then handed it to Sorge.
Sorge nodded, stood up and followed the concierge.
The mixed-race cat girl on the stage finally took off the last piece of fabric on her body, and was about to spin the shiny piece of cloth in her hand and throw it into the crowd.
Diango watched Sorge walk out of the room. He curled his fingers gracefully, motioning for his accomplice to come closer.
"Sam is the bastard I mentioned before. He is a dangerous person of unknown origin. We should get rid of him."
Sorge followed the arrogant concierge out of the room and walked into the marble-paved foyer.
He hates this place more and more. Santiaro is a place of comfort and luxury, far away from the war. After the people here paid taxes to Huron, they completely ignored the life outside their planet. The cruel and dark reality outside.
Sooner or later, the Emperor's wrath will come. This is not out of any sense of justice, but simply out of disgust.
Subsequently, Sorge returned to reality from his meditation and saw a twelve-year-old boy huddled under a potted Ouroboros tree.
The boy was wearing a baggy newsboy uniform and looked unhappy.
"Ike? I thought you went out to play. What are you doing here?"
With a surprised expression, Sorge stepped forward, grabbed the boy's hand and left the hall. They went directly to In a nearby alley.
Then the boy took out a small data pad from his thigh pocket and handed it to Sorge.
“This was transmitted from the communication network after you left. Uncle Melk thought it was best to hand this to you directly. Since I was hired by you, bringing this to you means becoming me. "
Sorge was amused by the boy's impatient tone. He took the data pad and opened it.
"What is this?"
"My lord, as far as I know this is a private communication that came from an encrypted communication channel more than forty minutes ago."
The boy paused and thought. time.
"To be precise, it should have been 47 minutes ago."
Sorge browsed the encrypted garbled code on the data board, and then pressed his finger on the decoding button , decoding using fingerprints.
This is indeed news that only he can see personally.
"Patricia is here, go to No. 514 Ghost Street, use our past code, there will be a very important message."
Sorge suddenly raised his head, and then As if afraid that the secret would be discovered, he quickly closed the data pad.
Patricia, an old friend of his, an informant and low-level psyker, whom they had not seen since that adventure in the asteroid belt...
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