Cullinan Shard

In the Warp, Vashtorr, who was engrossed in his work, suddenly sneezed, making him think that he was being targeted by some evil spirit.

After searching thoroughly and confirming that no Great Unclean One had appeared, Vashtorr decided to relax a little.

Looking at the long line of Daemon Slaves below, working tirelessly for Mardon under the physical spurs of the Burning Legion, Vashtorr couldn't help but nod in approval:

"Indeed, Mordred is my best partner. Although he's a bit lazy, at least he keeps his promises, unlike some cursed the Cursed nonsense."

As a living fossil of Daemon, Vashtorr knew about the deal between the Emperor and the Four Gods. Because he was tricked, the Emperor had the derogatory title of "The Cursed." "I laugh at that dog-headed fool, the bird-man lacking in wisdom, the fat man stupid, and the snake demon is just a roadside wretch. They actually let others trick them out of their underwear. What a waste."

If they hadn't beaten me to it, that position would have been mine. Just watch, I'll prove myself and let everyone know that I, Vashtorr, am no less than any of you."

"Legion Commander, something's wrong! Those Ogryn have clogged the toilet again! Come quick, help!"

'...

I'll be right there.

Even though he was working for himself, and even if it was just unclogging toilets, Vashtorr was full of energy. Even though he had long complained about these stupid Ogryn, these idiots were the only unit in the Legion that could enter the Physical World after being infused with Fel Energy.

Moreover, Mordred trusts him so much, giving him complete command of the entire legion, and even recruiting a powerful Greater Daemon Saffrin. How could Vashtorr possibly admit defeat?

However, what Vashtorr didn't know was that his lieutenant, Saffrin, was none other than Skarbrand, whom he despised, and that Skabrand had already established a Black Knights division within the Burning Legion, whose codename was Diamond.

"Great Commander, the initial Operation Paperclip is complete. The core members of the legion are all our people. Shall we proceed to the next step?"

"Hold your positions and continue developing."

"Received! I have lived up to the Legion's expectations!"

"Hey ha, I've lived up to the Legion's expectations!"

Saffrin had shut down BB device, continued his undercover mission, determined to reclaim everything he had lost one day.

"Blood God, you betrayed me first. Now I am the Chief Greater Daemon of Atlas. One day you will regret this."

Meanwhile, 30,000 years ago on the Mediterranean Sea coast, Makara, who was telling fortunes with a crystal ball, also earned her first pot of gold.

Of course, to prevent this unlucky guy from losing everything, Mordred immediately snatched the money back.

Now that they've mastered the art of swindling and deception, they're basically guaranteed not to starve. Based on Horus's physical data, plus the Peanut Butter portion...

Mordred calculated how much longer they could stay.

Excluding the three wasted days, the two estimated they could stay for another thirty days.

The two men discussed it and realized that simply swindling and cheating wouldn't work. They needed to teach this unfortunate fellow some skills, because they discovered that Makara could hardly keep anything that came without effort.

Compared to the Cursed title of "Yellow Skins, "Makara is the true the Cursed, which is perhaps why Old Man Huang separated her from the others.

And so, the three of them spent their days eating and drinking, making money through swindling and cheating, and their nights studying late into the night, instilling all sorts of knowledge in Makara.

Bishop Horus studied arts, Bishop Mordred studied science, and Makara lived up to expectations, obtaining a primary school diploma in just a few days and beginning her studies for a junior high degree.

Perhaps because he was afraid of being poor, Makara had a great fondness for shiny things. After seeing Mordred twirl crystals by hand, he kept begging her to teach him.

Although Mordred has a rudimentary understanding of Psychic Power, she is skilled in Biochemical Alchemy, so a mere shard of glass is no match for her.

This kind of knowledge, which originated from human exploration and was eventually supplemented by the Emperor's trade with the Four Merchants, can be said to have gathered the strengths of many schools of thought.

Seeing how eager the unfortunate boy was to learn, Mordred naturally wouldn't refuse. Since paper was quite precious in this era, he also began to teach Makara how to make paper.

Mordred and Horus had initially told him not to interfere with history, but when it came to his own life, his unbridled and unrestrained nature resurfaced.

"Watch closely, I'm about to teach you how to transform small rodents like rats into bio-engineered beasts the size of wild dogs using the most basic materials in a primitive era."

And you could even transform this bio-beast into Angel of Bliss with a human form, or even, if you wanted, create a succubus!

"Really? Then I can have them do all the manual labor for me, and then just sit at home and have money rolling in."

Ultimately, it's his mindset that hasn't changed. With Makara's pathetic attitude, Mordred was speechless. "With my amazing skills, you're just using them for manual labor? Shouldn't you be conquering the world?"

But Makara said what's the point of conquering the world? With her luck, she might be wiped out by a meteorite as soon as she builds her army.

Upon hearing this, Mordred found it quite reasonable, but he still had to learn what he needed to learn. He wouldn't learn anything too advanced; learning a skill to make a living would suffice. It wasn't like they had to rely on Psychic Power, after all, their time was running out.

As the learning pace gradually accelerated, Makara fully demonstrated what it means to be a "model child," quickly learning how to boil glass.

She managed to make the glass ball she had always longed for.

When the batch of shiny little trinkets cooled, Makara cheered excitedly like a child, which pleased the two brothers greatly.

"Second Brother, why do I feel like we're raising a child?"

"Get lost! Who wants to raise a child with you? If you can't speak properly, then shut up. We're leaving after today, so spend as much time as you can with her."

To celebrate Makara's great success, Mordred cooked for her personally. Now that she had money, she didn't have to catch fish herself like before. Horus even bought a bottle of wine.

This low-alcohol beverage is more like a sweet drink than an alcoholic beverage, but in the eyes of Makara, who previously couldn't even afford a meal, it was the most delicious drink.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Makara mysteriously took out two small boxes and gestured for the two of them to open them and take a look.

When the box was opened, two emerald green glass earrings came into view, clearly handcrafted by Makara behind their backs.

To be honest, Mordred thought the thing was a bit ugly, but he couldn't resist Makara's repeated pleas and finally put it on his ear.

As for Horus, needless to say, he was brought up without any prompting.

"How was it? My cooking skills are pretty good, right?"

"These earrings are really nice, they've got my head spinning! By the way, what's your favorite color again?"

"Black is definitely the best, but I also like gold."

Perhaps because he had drunk some alcohol, Makara quickly became sleepy and drifted off to sleep, still snoring, grinding his teeth, and talking in his sleep.

Makara wasn't stupid; she had already guessed what was going on, but she didn't deliberately try to stop her. However, what the sleeping girl didn't know was:

The two magical dogs had quietly left, leaving only a jet-black dress and a gold necklace by the bedside.