(Thanks to Peter Griffin, Son of the Round Clam, for the bonus chapter reward, 5/50.)
Li Qinwu's thoughts stirred. He wondered whether Nova's unborn posthumous child could inherit Inquisitor Thraxol's political legacy.
It was not that Li Qinwu was cold-blooded. The main thing was that Inquisitor Thraxol was about to die.
The dead were dead, but the living still had to go on living.
The reason he had been able to conduct business so easily across various planets, with every planetary governor greeting him with beaming smiles, was largely because he carried the Inquisitor's banner.
With an Inquisitor's Rosette, wherever Li Qinwu went, the planetary governor had to stand and pour him a drink.
Without the Rosette, Li Qinwu would be the one standing up to pour the drink.
Besides, along the way with Inquisitor Thraxol, Li Qinwu had done business with quite a few planets without ever paying taxes. That was because the local planetary governors had shown the Inquisitor respect and never brought up taxation.
If Li Qinwu had gone into business alone, the other side would definitely have taxed him, and the tax rate would have eaten deeply into his profits!
In short, Li Qinwu wanted to use the posthumous child Inquisitor Thraxol left behind to obtain his political legacy!
Inquisitor Thraxol clearly knew what Li Qinwu was thinking, and he supported the idea himself.
He was about to die, and he hoped someone could make arrangements for his last bloodline and secure as many benefits as possible.
So he said to Li Qinwu:
"My grandfather is over three hundred years old this year. He is the head of our family, presiding over a military family whose merits date back to the Great Crusade.
My grandfather is a bloodline supremacist. You must never bring Nova near him.