My Dad Moves Out, You Take the Throne

Lena, the Pontiff of the Ark Gang, was either corrupted by Tzeentch or had a hole in her brain.

Zhou Yun made this judgment before he even left the Ark Gang's gates.

Her biggest problem was her plan, which was full of flaws.

Even if she really built a ship capable of Warp travel and safely reached the Baal System, but.

But that was Baal, the homeworld of the Blood Angels, and the target of the entire Leviathan Hive Fleet.

To take Baal, the Great Devourer didn't even care about biomass loss to some extent.

This was because the Tyranid's true goal was the corpse of the Blood Angels Primarch, Sanguinius.

They wanted to obtain Sanguinius's gene-sequence.

Khorne's demon legions were also drawn by the war and the Emperor's children, coming to join the fun.

In the Battle of Baal, Baal and its two moons were scoured clean.

Let alone mortals, even the Blood Angels were less than one in ten.

Lena had merely jumped from one pot into another.

Oh, Lena wouldn't have to worry about these things then.

On her way to Baal, she probably would have burned her brain to ashes just maintaining the Gellar field.

However, although Zhou Yun did not support her brilliant plan, he had to admit, she was rich.

If he didn't scam some money from this rich idiot with a hole in her brain, Zhou Yun felt he wouldn't be able to live with himself; it didn't align with his noble moral standards!

Thinking this, Zhou Yun pushed open the door and walked into the Sharp Spear Tavern.

Old One-Eye, who was facing away from the door and tidying the counter, turned his head.

Seeing it was Zhou Yun, he took a glass of wine from the counter and poured it for him, then turned back to continue tidying the counter.

Zhou Yun had fought with Lena and babbled with her for a long time, his throat feeling dry and uncomfortable.

He took the opportunity while Old One-Eye was turned away, picked up the wine glass, and stuffed it into his Fourth-Dimensional Pocket.

[Item Name: Sharp Spear Special]

[Origin: Shield of Hades System - planet Asphodel - Fortia City]

[Evaluation: A special blend full of technology and grit, drinking it will strengthen your stomach.]

[Production Time: 997.M41]

[Status: Well preserved]

[Value: 0.5 Yuan]

After confirming Old One-Eye hadn't added any anesthetics or anything similar, Zhou Yun lifted the glass and drank it in one gulp.

"Where's that guy Rag?" Zhou Yun asked Old One-Eye after finishing his drink.

"Still sleeping soundly in the back room," Old One-Eye replied.

A strange look appeared in Zhou Yun's eyes. He's still sleeping?

"Is your anesthetic that potent?"

"After that idiot woke up in the back room and saw you had already left, he got depressed and insisted on having a drink."

Old One-Eye finished tidying the counter, turned around, and sat opposite Zhou Yun.

"I thought the wine with the anesthetic shouldn't be wasted, so I sold it to him again."

"He drank it without noticing anything at all?" Zhou Yun's eye twitched, a hint of surprise in his voice.

Old One-Eye made a helpless expression. "That's just how his brain is."

"He really is a genius," Zhou Yun couldn't help but shake his head.

Rag, that idiot, his sleep quality today would probably rival his own usual quality.

Unless he was carsick, Zhou Yun's sleep quality had always been very good.

"How did your business go? Where are you going next, the underhive or other sectors?"

Old One-Eye shrugged and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Your drink is on me, consider it a farewell drink between brothers."

"I want to go to the Upper Hive," Zhou Yun said calmly.

Old One-Eye almost spat out his wine.

"How about I arrange for you to go to the Apex Hive?"

Old One-Eye pointed at Zhou Yun's face and said, "Or should I send you directly to Holy Terra?"

"You can arrange for me to go to Holy Terra? That's great."

Zhou Yun grinned, feigning surprise as he said:

"You know, I've always been a devout follower of the Emperor, and I wish to make a pilgrimage to Terra."

"It would be even better if you could give me a three-bedroom apartment in Terra."

"Alright, how about a spire next to the Imperial Palace?" Old One-Eye couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"I think that palace looks nice," Zhou Yun chuckled.

Hearing this, Old One-Eye's expression suddenly turned serious. "What you said is almost blasphemous."

"Indeed it is. Do you intend for my father to move out and give you that spot?" The winged figure in the white light nodded.

Zhou Yun also nodded in agreement, indicating that what he had just said was indeed a bit excessive.

After all, kicking a paralyzed, vegetative old father out of his home was truly going too far.

Zhou Yun took a sip of the scarlet liquor in his glass and said to Old One-Eye:

"I met the boss of the Ark Gang. She's not very bright, but she's not who I thought she was."

"It's normal for illegal psykers to not be very bright," Old One-Eye said, not surprised. "So, you're not running anymore?"

"What a shame, I lost out on a hefty sum again... Remember to pay for the drinks later."

As he spoke, Old One-Eye rubbed his fingers together, indicating that he wasn't treating Zhou Yun to this drink.

Zhou Yun smiled and finished the wine in his glass. "Really? So stingy?"

"I have another big deal for you."

"Your tone is a bit like Rag's. Did you catch something from him?" Old One-Eye tapped the table.

Yes, I've been corrupted by the Warp god Rag, Zhou Yun thought to himself.

"I want two passes to the Upper Hive."

Hearing Zhou Yun's words, Old One-Eye was slightly taken aback, then shook his head.

"I can't do that."

"You definitely can. Your superiors are the nobles of the Apex Hive," Zhou Yun waved his hand, signaling Old One-Eye to pour him another drink.

Old One-Eye poured him another glass of the underhive special, brewed to strengthen the digestive system.

"Money isn't an issue, no matter how much."

Zhou Yun took the wine glass from Old One-Eye's hand, smiling.

Anyway, Lena is paying. I'm just taking a cut from the middle. Let's start with fifty percent.

Old One-Eye didn't seem surprised that Zhou Yun had guessed his superiors were from the Apex Hive.

"I don't want money."

That won't do. If you don't take it, how can I take my cut? Zhou Yun didn't voice his thoughts.

If you don't take it, how can she take it?

If she doesn't take it, how can Commissioner Zhou Yun take it?

If Commissioner Zhou Yun doesn't take it, how can everyone make progress!

"I want Ignatius Carkas's notebook," Old One-Eye stared at Zhou Yun.

"Okay!" Zhou Yun's reaction was swift, and he immediately put on a wronged expression. "You! You actually suspect me of embezzling that notebook?"

"What use would I have for that thing? What, do I really like reading poetry collections?"

Zhou Yun said indignantly:

"One word: no! I didn't find it!"

"If you don't believe me, search my home, search my body, search anywhere! If you find it, may my soul die and not return to the Golden Throne."

"With your blasphemous mouth, you wouldn't be able to reach the Golden Throne even if you died."

Old One-Eye couldn't help but shake his head.

"The Emperor taught us to be honest, but you, like Rag, haven't learned that."

"But the Emperor also taught us to trust. I'll trust you this time."

Old One-Eye continued:

"Passes to the Upper Hive. Alright, I'll ask my superiors."

"Come back tomorrow, and I'll tell you if it's possible."

I want to play Warhammer, want to play Skaven, the Rat-men models are so cool.