That Ark Gang cult leader, Lena—
If she hadn't been corrupted by Tzeentch, then there was something seriously wrong with her brain.
Before Zhou Yun had even walked out of the Ark Gang's gates, he had come to that conclusion.
Her biggest problem was that absurdly flawed plan of hers.
Even if she really did build a ship capable of Warp travel and safely reached the Baal System, still—
But that was Baal, the homeworld of the Blood Angels, and the target of the entire Leviathan Hive Fleet.
In order to take Baal, The Great Devourer had even stopped caring, to a certain extent, about losses in biomass.
That was because the Tyranids' true target was the corpse of Sanguinius, the Blood Angels' primarch.
They wanted to obtain Sanguinius's genetic sequence.
And the daemonic armies of Khorne, drawn by war and the Angel's descendants, had also come to join the fun.
During the Battle of Baal, Baal and its two moons had all been slaughtered into wastelands.
Forget ordinary mortals—even the Blood Angels had suffered losses of over ninety percent.
Lena had merely jumped from one pot into another.
Oh, though Lena would not need to worry about any of that by then.
On the way to Baal, she would probably burn her brain to ash just maintaining the Gellar Field.
Still, although Zhou Yun did not approve of her brilliant plan—
He had to admit, she was rich.
If he did not scam some money out of this brain-damaged nouveau riche, Zhou Yun would feel guilty. It would not fit his lofty moral standards!
With that thought, Zhou Yun pushed open the door and entered the Sharp Spear Tavern.
Old One-Eye, who had been facing away from the door while tidying the counter, turned around.
Upon seeing Zhou Yun, he took out a glass from behind the counter, poured him a drink, then turned back to continue tidying up.
Zhou Yun had fought Lena, then wasted half the day talking nonsense with her. His throat was parched and uncomfortable.
While Old One-Eye had his back turned, he picked up the glass and slipped it into his Fourth-Dimensional Pocket.
[Item Name: Sharp Spear Special] [Origin: Shield of Hades System - planet Asphodel - Fortia City] [Evaluation: A special blend packed with technology and ruthless additives. Drinking it will strengthen your stomach and intestines.] [Production Date: 997.M41] [Condition: Well preserved] [Value: 0.5 yuan]
After confirming that Old One-Eye had not added anything like anesthetic to it, Zhou Yun raised the glass and drained it in one gulp.
"Where's Rag?" Zhou Yun asked Old One-Eye after finishing his drink.
"Still snoring away in the back room," Old One-Eye replied.
A strange look appeared in Zhou Yun's eyes. He was actually still asleep?
"Is your anesthetic really that potent?"
"That idiot woke up in the back room, saw that you'd already run off, and got depressed. He insisted on having a drink."
Having finished tidying the counter, Old One-Eye turned around, sat across from Zhou Yun, and said,
"I figured the bottle of drugged wine shouldn't go to waste, so I sold it to him again."
"And he drank it without noticing a thing?" Zhou Yun said in surprise, the corner of his eye twitching.
Old One-Eye made a helpless expression. "That's just how his brain works."
"What a genius," Zhou Yun said, unable to stop himself from shaking his head.
That idiot Rag's sleep quality today was probably on par with Zhou Yun's usual sleep.
Unless he had motion sickness, Zhou Yun had always slept very well.
"How did your business go? Are you heading to the Lower Hive or another district?"
Old One-Eye shrugged, poured himself a glass as well, and said,
"That drink was on me. Consider it a farewell drink between brothers."
"I want to go to the Upper Hive," Zhou Yun said flatly.
Old One-Eye nearly sprayed out his wine.
"How about I arrange for you to go to the Apex Hive?"
Pointing at Zhou Yun's face, Old One-Eye said,
"Or should I just send you straight to Holy Terra?"
"You can arrange for me to go to Holy Terra? That'd be wonderful."
Zhou Yun grinned and said with feigned delight,
"You know, I've always been a devout follower of the Emperor. I've long hoped to make a pilgrimage to Terra."
"It'd be even better if you could give me a three-bedroom apartment on Terra."
"Sure! How about a spire right next to the Imperial Palace?" Old One-Eye burst out laughing.
"I think that palace looks pretty nice," Zhou Yun said with a laugh.
At that, Old One-Eye's expression immediately turned serious. "That sounds a little blasphemous."
"Indeed, blasphemous. Are you planning to make my father move out and give that place to you?" the winged figure in the white light said, nodding.
Zhou Yun nodded in agreement, admitting that what he had just said had indeed been a little too much.
After all, kicking a bedridden, vegetative old father out of his own home was truly excessive.
Zhou Yun took a sip of the scarlet wine and looked at Old One-Eye.
"I met the boss of the Ark Gang. Her brain doesn't work very well, but she isn't the person I thought she was."
"It's perfectly normal for an illegal psyker's brain not to work right," Old One-Eye said without surprise. "So you're not running anymore?"
"What a pity. That's another profit gone—remember to pay for the wine later."
As he spoke, Old One-Eye rubbed his fingers together, indicating that this drink was no longer on the house.
Zhou Yun smiled, drained the rest of his glass, and said, "Seriously? You're that stingy?"
"I've got a big deal for you, too."
"You sound a little like Rag. Did he rub off on you?" Old One-Eye said, tapping the table.
Yeah, I got corrupted by Rag, the Warp Chaos God, Zhou Yun complained inwardly.
"I need two passes to the Upper Hive."
Hearing Zhou Yun's request, Old One-Eye paused slightly, then shook his head.
"Can't be done."
"You can definitely do it. Your superior is a noble lord from the Apex Hive." Zhou Yun waved a hand, signaling Old One-Eye to pour him another drink.
Old One-Eye poured him another Lower Hive special blend that strengthened the stomach and intestines.
"Money isn't a problem. Any amount is fine."
Zhou Yun accepted the glass from Old One-Eye and said with a smile.
After all, Lena would be paying. He only had to take a cut from the middle.
He would start by taking fifty percent.
Old One-Eye did not seem surprised that Zhou Yun had guessed his superior was from the Apex Hive.
"I don't want money."
That won't do. If you don't want money, how am I supposed to take a cut? Zhou Yun did not say what he was thinking.
If you don't take it, how can she take it?
If she doesn't take it, how can Commissioner Zhou take it?
If Commissioner Zhou doesn't take it, how is everyone supposed to improve?
"I want the notebook of Ignace Carcass," Old One-Eye said, staring at Zhou Yun.
"Sure!" Zhou Yun reacted quickly, immediately putting on an aggrieved expression. "You! You actually suspect me of pocketing that notebook?"
"What use would I have for that thing? What, do I look like someone who enjoys reading poetry collections?"
Zhou Yun said indignantly,
"One answer: no! I didn't find it!"
"If you don't believe me, go search. Search my home, search me, search wherever you want! If you find it, then when I die, may my soul never return to the Golden Throne."
"With that blasphemous mouth of yours, you weren't going to the Golden Throne after death anyway."
Old One-Eye could not help shaking his head.
"The Emperor taught us to be honest. Neither you nor Rag ever learned that."
"But the Emperor also taught us to trust. I'll trust you this once."
Old One-Eye continued,
"The passes to the Upper Hive... fine. I'll ask my superiors."
"Come back tomorrow, and I'll tell you whether it can be done."
I want to play Warhammer Fantasy. I want to join the Great Horned Rat. Skaven models are so cool.
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