What's Crispy and Delicious That We All Love?

As the professional intelligence department of Atlas, the Ninth Company immediately sealed off all information.

Upon careful review, Mordred discovered that this incident of kidnapping kin was not without a turning point, simply because that bastard Tom also knew he wasn't doing anything decent and hadn't revealed his true face when he went out, instead disguising himself as a Rogue Trader.

And Joseph was truly a seasoned veteran who could thrive within the Alpha Legion, as he directly arranged a scene for Tom to play the hero saving the beauty.

First, he sent people to alter the memories of those Nightfall Star farmers who knew the truth, took advantage of that window to relocate the personnel, changed the Paint Scheme of that transport ship, flew it to Serenity Starport, and finally, in front of the Nightfall Star people, had Tom call for an Atlas boarding party to rescue the abducted fellow countrymen.

Watching Tom on the starport plaza, waving his hands and passionately reciting his script in front of the cameras like he was playing an accordion, recounting how he discovered the slaver merchant and how he rescued the crowd, Mordred strode out and began his performance.

"That's right, although our Serene World is still waiting to be rebuilt, we absolutely do not bully the weak!

Everyone knows that it is our Atlas that takes in refugees on the front lines, it is our Atlas that lets these homeless brothers and sisters eat hot meals, and it is through all of our efforts that our home is getting better and better."

A few tears were squeezed out, moistening Mordred's eyes, and under the puzzled gazes of the crowd, the Blonde Hair giant said painfully:

"But I never imagined that there would be some idiots whose minds were filled only with themselves, actually committing acts of persecuting fellow humans. This is all my fault!"

"No! Your Highness, this is not your fault. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being too good to us. It is because we couldn't build our home faster that those bad people found an opportunity."

The emotions of the public were instantly ignited. They were not the ignorant masses; on the contrary, because of the starport, they could clearly know how people lived outside.

A middle-aged man wearing cheap work clothes waved his arms to attract everyone's attention and, with Mordred's nod, jumped onto the podium.

"Your Highness, you have already done well enough. Before I came to Serenity, the world I was in was oppressed by aliens. Every night, the most important thing for everyone was to lock their doors and windows tight, for fear of being snatched away by the hateful aliens Out of Darkness.

But after coming to Serenity, I Never Again have to worry at night. My child can even join the Literacy Class to learn the words that only the adults who called us pigs knew.

So, Your Highness, you don't need to feel sorry for us. We are already very content to have this kind of life. You are our pride!"

Mordred subconsciously glanced at the offspring behind him, thinking, JOJO, you did well, actually arranging a cheering squad for me. He immediately spoke up:

"No! This is what I should do, and I am not any hero. It is you, you are the true heroes.

And I have another piece of good news to announce here.

Through this rescue, Atlas has learned the whereabouts of a Primarch who has not yet returned to the Imperium. It won't be long before I lead my brothers back to the Imperium.

Long live the Imperium!"

"Long live the Imperium! Long live Atlas!"

As the speech ended, a group of Dog-men guards in heavy armor began to clear the area, escorting their Boss away. In a secluded spot, Mordred directly pressed a hand onto Tom beside him.

"Kid, if you make me clean up your mess again, you can get lost to the Green Grassland to raise chickens. Look at Joseph; he knew to find shills to build atmosphere for me. You should learn from that!"

"Ah? But Father, I didn't arrange any shills at all."

"That's not important. What's important is that our secret is kept. Now go send a message to the Eighteenth Legion, saying that your Uncle has found their Primarch. As for us, we depart for Nightfall Star immediately.

By the way, should I bring some gifts for my brother? Do you two have any suggestions?"

Joseph Nodded, though Heaven Knows what a Primarch's preferences are. However, Tom felt this was an opportunity to restore his image in front of his father, and he had long been prepared.

"Father, look."

As his words fell, a bag of Crispy Fried Chicken still emitting heat was held by the Eighth Company Captain, with a layer of honey on it that looked very appetizing.

Perhaps thinking of the rather hot climate of Nightfall Star, Tom had also thoughtfully prepared an insulated box containing several iced watermelons—seedless ones at that!

Mordred Nodded, picked up a piece of fried chicken and threw it into his mouth, then split a watermelon and took a bite, unable to help but exclaim:

"Good, fried chicken and watermelon. If I didn't know your background, kid, I would have started suspecting you were a spy arranged by Old Man Huang beside me.

I take back what I said earlier, Tom, you really are a talent!"

The long-lasting, scorching furnace fire was Burning Fiercely, illuminating the tall giant sitting in the center of the floor.

As a blacksmith who had grown up on Nightfall Star since he Opened Eyes, Wokan had long since adapted to the heat of the furnace, but today he was a little different, simply because Wokan clearly knew that he Is Already Dead once.

Looking at the giant sitting on the floor Staring Blankly, Tu'Bel, one of the leaders of the Seven Sanctuaries, patted his nephew's arm with concern.

"Wokan, two weeks have passed. Those people taken by the raiders are not coming back. This is not your fault; no one could have predicted their arrival."

"No, they were not those pointy-eared aliens. They were humans, the same species as us!"

Tu'Bel fell silent. How could he not know that the creatures who Descended from the Sky and wantonly captured their people were human? But he was even more worried about his nephew's state.

"Wokan, I am your Uncle. If your father were still alive, he would not want to see you like this. Can you tell me what happened?"

"Gelt."

Wokan rarely cursed with a Nightfall Star swear word, which shocked Tu'Bel. Was this still his gentle and kind nephew?

"Uncle, those people are a bunch of bastards even more despicable than aliens, especially that scum who piloted the flying craft. He actually toyed with me, chasing me for a full 10 hours.

As long as I paused for a moment, he would shoot at me with weapons. In the end, I couldn't take it anymore, and he even bombed me."

Thinking of the humiliating experience of being unable to hit back while being chased by shells, Wokan cursed again fiercely.

However, just as a teenage boy might feel anxious about some hairy areas, Wokan did not reveal to his relative the experience of having died once and then being resurrected; after all, it was simply too magical.

"Bel, I am certain those bastards will definitely come back. We must prepare early. This is a malice even more sinister than the Great Cataclysm.

Even thinking of the worst, if the humans outside the stars are all this malicious, then our people will definitely be enslaved. Maybe there is someone in the sky right now staring at our every move.

Wait...

No! I feel like there is really some unspeakable, weird thing watching me. Bel, do you smell anything? It smells so good!"

Through the window, Wokan suddenly discovered that the area outside was crowded with people, and among the crowd, there was a white-skinned, Blonde Hair giant who was clearly not a local, seemingly selling something.

Looking at the dark-skinned big guy who walked out of the house, Mordred grinned, used a very practiced technique to toss the battered chicken into the oil pan, and Shouted loudly:

"Oi... you black uncle over there, come eat some fried chicken!"