After saying that, Dominic turned and walked towards the side door of the bridge.
Ralfa was still wearing his black Vratine Armour, his face mask concealing his features, like a silent shadow, closely following behind Dominic.
They walked down a red-carpeted corridor and arrived at Dominic's private dining room.
The restaurant's level of luxury once again exceeded Lynn's expectations.
A huge crystal chandelier, composed of hundreds of perfectly cut diamonds, hangs from the ceiling.
The light emanating from it reflected on the dark ceiling, making it shine like a sea of stars.
The floor was covered with a precious mink carpet of unknown origin, so soft it felt like walking on clouds.
The walls are inlaid with golden reliefs depicting the heroic deeds of the Ventria ancestors.
A ten-meter-long sterling silver dining table is placed in the center of the dining room.
The dining table was covered with a clean white linen tablecloth and set with exquisite silver cutlery and crystal wine glasses.
Each piece of tableware is engraved with the coat of arms of the Ventria Family and its edges are inlaid with tiny diamonds.
But in this luxurious restaurant, Dominic usually dine alone.
There was only one seat for Dominic at the long dining table.
Ralfa stood quietly in the corner of the restaurant, like an emotionless sculpture.
Looking at everything before him, Lynn couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.
He had seen the dining room that Gus and Isolde used on the Song Offering.
At the time, he thought it was luxurious enough.
But compared to the Gemstone's restaurant, it was practically a slum.
But he wasn't envious.
Because he knew that behind this luxury lay endless constraints and loneliness.
For the nobility of the Imperium, their lives are planned out from the moment they are born.
Some nobles even spent more than ten hours a day listening to the glory of their ancestors, reciting the scriptures of the Ecclesiarchy, and learning all sorts of formalities.
They have no hobbies, no ideas of their own, and can't even marry the person they love.
Their entire lives were dedicated to the glory of their families and the interests of the Imperium.
Many nobles could only sleep one or two hours a day.
The rest of the time was filled with all sorts of meaningless rituals and lessons.
They truly valued only the "sense of ritual".
In some ways, they were even worse off than the common people in the Lower City.
Commoners suffer only physically, while nobles are imprisoned for life in spirit.
Therefore, many nobles become exceptionally eager to go to the battlefield and escape this suffocating life once given the opportunity.
As Lynn watched Dominic's retreating figure, he roughly understood the reason behind all of this.
This young nobleman from Ventria was so warlike, probably not just because he admired force.
More than anything, they wanted to find their own freedom on the battlefield, the freedom to break free from their families.
"Please sit down," Dominic said, gesturing to the seat opposite him at the table.
"Thank you." Lynn sat down.
Soon, the maids came in carrying in exquisite dishes.
Golden-brown, succulent lamb chops, drizzled with a rich black pepper sauce, and deep-sea lobster, dipped in glistening caviar.
There are also precious fruits and aged wines from the Garden of Nurgle World.
Every dish was made with exquisite care, and was a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.
This was the most lavish meal Lynn had eaten since he traveled to the Warhammer universe.
"Try it." Dominic picked up his knife and fork, cut off a piece of lamb chop, and put it in his mouth.
"This is the Reka sheep, a specialty of Ventria. Its meat is tender and delicious, and it's famous throughout the galaxy."
Lynn also picked up a knife and fork and cut a piece of lamb chop.
The mutton melts in your mouth, with a subtle milky aroma; it truly lives up to its reputation.
"It tastes great." Lynn nodded, praising it sincerely.
At the same time, he wondered if he could pack some to take home; Rena had probably never tasted anything this delicious before.
Dominic smiled but didn't say anything.
The two ate in silence for a while before Dominic put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth, and said:
"Governor Kerry, what do you know about Dorito's Orks?"
Now, let's get down to business.
Lynn put down his knife and fork, sat up straight, and said seriously:
"I've dealt with Dorito's Orks quite a bit, but I've never actually faced the biggest boss yet."
"Their leader, Big Stomach Ragnar, is the most powerful Orks warlord in the Calixis System."
"It is said that he can increase his strength by devouring other war bosses, and his power is unfathomable."
This is information that Toothy gathered after returning to Dorito.
Almost none of the Orks leaders who were defeated by Ragnar were left with intact corpses.
Those kids all say that Boss Ragnar has the ability to increase his power by devouring other bosses.
If it were any other Xenos, such physiological abnormalities would be completely negligible, but this is Orks...
"Increase your strength by devouring others?" Dominic showed surprise for the first time.
"The source may be unreliable, but it's always good to be prepared."
"Hmm." Dominic nodded.
"I've seen his profile. After acquiring Dorito more than a year ago, he didn't rush to expand."
"Instead, it stayed in Dorito to develop, which is unlike a typical Orks."
"That's right," Lynn said.
" Ragnar was not only powerful, but also highly intelligent."
"Unlike other Orks who only know recklessness and aggression, he is skilled in tactics and understands the importance of uniting various clans and developing power."
"I once served near Armageddon in the Segmentum Solar." A hint of reminiscence flashed in Dominic's eyes.
"Those are some remnants of the Orks left behind after the second siege of Armageddon Bonebreaker Salaka."
"I participated in the operation to wipe out the Orks alongside my fathers. Although I didn't directly confront the Bonecrushers, and I was just a lowly captain, I still witnessed how terrifying the Orks were."
"I know they are internally divided into different clans based on fighting styles and beliefs."
" The Goffs Clan is brave and fierce, preferring frontal charges; the Evil Sunz Clan is fast and excels at surprise attacks; the Blood Axe Clan is cunning and treacherous, preferring ambushes..."
"However, while I was reading Brevis's information, I discovered that a new clan has appeared among Dorito's Orks."
Dominic looked at Lynn: " The Deffskull Clan, how much do you know about this clan?"
Lynn inwardly acknowledged the rear admiral's professionalism.
Dominic had indeed done his homework.
He did not hide anything and told the truth:
" The Deffskull Clan is a direct descendant clan that arose based on Ragnar's abilities."
"It is also the strongest clan in terms of combat power among all the Orks of Dorito."
What makes them special is that they can make a food called 'Menzi'.
"Menzi?" Dominic frowned, clearly hearing the name for the first time.
"Yes," Lynn nodded, "Steamed chicken is a dish made by simmering Squig with mushrooms and any kind of meat."
"Ordinary mung bean jelly is just a Orks staple food, but the mung bean jelly cooked by the Deffskull Clan has a special effect."
"After the Orks eat it, their combat power will increase dramatically. Not only will their strength and speed increase, but they will also become more ferocious and fearless."
"But only the Orks of the Deffskull Clan can cook this kind of stew."
"Even if the Orks of other clans obtained the recipe, they wouldn't be able to make the effective stew."
"Furthermore, mung bean curd cannot be stored for long periods; it can only be kept for a maximum of three days."
"Furthermore, the Deffskull Clan isn't very large, so the Orks outside of Dorito can't really unleash their true power."
Dominic stroked his chin, pondered for a few seconds, and then blurted out:
"Could we poison their food?"
Lynn looked at Dominic, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.