40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 13 13. From the top

cold.

Jovan wrapped his jacket tighter and zipped it to the top layer, trying to ward off the Nostramo cold.

Obviously, he didn't succeed. His move failed to achieve anything other than getting his chin caught in the zipper.

"It's so damn cold," Jovan muttered, rubbing his chin. "How long do we have to wait?"

His companion, a man with a fat belly, shook his head: "It depends on when the adults are willing to come."

"Are you serious?!" Jovan shouted. "If they never come, do we have to wait forever?!"

"Shut your stinky mouth, Jovan, and keep your voice down. If people in other groups hear us complaining here, do you think they will tell Mr. Marais afterwards?"

Jovan nodded reluctantly, squatted down, lit a cigarette for himself in the attic of the house that was still occupied not long ago, and then took a deep breath.

The excitement caused by the burning of powerful chemicals made him quickly narrow his eyes with a look of satisfaction.

“The products in the old town are the best”

Jovan whispered. “There’s literally no downside to it except that it’s so damn expensive.”

"Expensive? Have they raised the price again?"

"Yes." Jovan nodded.

"I went to buy it three days ago, and I went with Old Hammerhead. The guy in charge of selling the goods didn't give us a good look. Old Hammerhead asked him to make it cheaper, but the bastard said he would get out if he didn't buy it."

He smiled, his tawny teeth exposed to the air: "Do you dare to believe that he actually talked to Old Hammerhead like this?"

The fat man nodded and said thoughtfully: "I told you why Old Hammerhead was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face, right?"

"Yes, after that bastard said this, he was punched by Old Hammerhead. I originally wanted to do it, but in the end——"

Jovan shrugged and smiled a little gloatingly.

"Six people suddenly appeared in that damn alley, and everyone was armed with guns. I planned to act according to the situation. Then Old Hammerhead was beaten up by them. If I hadn't stopped him, he would have been beaten by now. He must have been taken to Dr. Boglev’s place.”

"Pogrev died half a year ago, you idiot."

The fat man said lightly. "The whole body was torn apart. Some people said that it was some vengeful spirit that did it. I think it is impossible. Boglev has offended too many people, and anyone can kill him."

"real?"

Jovan raised his eyebrows in shock, but quickly returned to normal. "He has harmed so many people who came here for treatment, so it is normal for him to be harmed."

"He deserves it." The man snorted coldly. "If you don't buy what's available in the butcher shop, you'll just eat those mentally ill bastards who come to him for stitches every day when they're injured."

At this point, he sneered: "But no matter who killed him, that guy is treating us as idiots. Everyone knows that the revengeful evil spirit is just a thing made up to deceive children."

"really."

Jovan also laughed lowly. "But, having said that, I think Old Hammerhead's beating was not in vain."

He grinned, raised the cigarette in his hand, and waved it showily towards the man.

The fat man curled his lips and didn't really want to pay attention to Jovan.

He knew very well that the 'stop' in Jovan's mouth probably meant an 80% discount, and the way he bought the goods was probably the same.

Jovan really wanted the goods, but after he heard the price, he definitely no longer wanted to buy them.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look down at Yowan. The latter's carelessness at the moment suddenly made the man a little annoyed.

"boom!"

"Hey-Barry, why are you kicking me?!"

"Stand up, you idiot."

Barry cursed under his breath and kicked him again. "Do you know who might be coming today?"

"I stand up, that's all. Stop kicking. Who are these coming? Isn't it just those gentlemen and ladies who like to come down to have fun?"

Jovan patted the dust on his buttocks that was stained by Barry's kick in annoyance: "At most, the status is noble, otherwise we wouldn't stand guard here all night. But, what does they have to do with us? "

The more he spoke, the more enthusiastic he became, and he actually waved his arms excitedly: "Anyway, we are just their fucking dogs!"

"You'd better watch your words, Jovan."

Barry's expression suddenly changed, looking extremely gloomy. "Everyone knows about this, but no one yells like you. Do you want to guess the reason?"

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"Also, put out the damn cigarette. The smell of old town stuff can travel far. If you don't want those old bastards who smell it to come and ask for a cigarette later, put it out."

This time, Jovan did as he was told.

He still obeyed Barry's words. After all, Barry was the only person he knew who was relatively familiar with who had survived a great purge.

Furthermore, he did clearly understand what he had just said.

"I'll tell you what, Jovan."

Barry spoke again after a brief silence. He took a step forward, and his fat belly touched the attic window sill. He raised his hand and pointed to a steeple not far away in the night.

"Did you see our station? Listen, Mr. Marais usually calls it Honor. Do you know why he calls it that?"

Jovan shook his head.

"Because it was given to us by the Scollewock family!"

Barry turned his head, widened his eyes fiercely, and continued his lecture to Jovan. Because of this, he missed the two fleeting black figures outside the window.

"During the last great purge, we exchanged our lives for the Skelework family for one-third of the new city of Quintus. And that twenty-five-story spire is what they gave us in return!"

"Also, our guns, our cars, our relationship, and the reason why you took that idiot Old Hammerhead to the old city to let people give you free goods without being beaten to death, are all because of the Scollewock family! "

He turned around, approached Jovan step by step, pushed him against the wall and punched him hard. Looking at Jovan who fell to the ground in pain, Barry sneered and spoke again.

"So you'd better keep quiet and serious for me in the second half of the night, do you understand? The person here tonight is not an ordinary young lady, she is a scion of the Skolywock family!"

Jovan gasped in pain and nodded. Barry returned to the window sill with satisfaction and continued his watch. Somewhere beyond his sight, there was a huge, dark vehicle approaching at speed.

——

"The spirit of vengeance."

A young man with a pale face and smeared lips chuckled. He was wearing a lace tight top and his long hair draped over his shoulders. He looked like a slutty young man.

"You really don't think this name is ridiculous?" he asked happily.

The subjects of his inquiry, the two young women sitting opposite him, gave different responses.

The woman sitting on the left with a long scar on her face sneered: "If I were you, I would wisely remain silent until I see the truth of the matter, Jando. There is everything in the nest. "

“Oh, oh, there’s everything in the nest—!”

The young man known as Jando grabbed his throat and imitated the woman's voice, then laughed loudly: "So, also includes a vengeful ghost?"

The woman sitting on the right shook her head. She was dressed very smartly, wearing jodhpurs and a lavender dark-patterned top. Although simple, it still retains the aristocratic demeanor.

She said majestically: "Don't be too presumptuous, Jando, you haven't been given black stripes by your father yet. You must respect your sister."

"Well, Irene Skolywok, ​​my noble sister." Jando grinned. "But I just think it's ridiculous. In fact, it's downright ridiculous."

"ridiculous?"

The woman with the scar on her face sneered again: "One of the family's coroners died, and you actually think this is ridiculous? Jando Skolevok, you poor ghoul."

"Hey, I don't eat corpses, Lena Skolywock."

"You are simply bringing shame to the family." Lena said coldly. "There has never been a direct descendant of the Skolywock family who loves those lowly things as much as you do."

"Don't be like this, Lena."

Jando spread his hands helplessly. "Aren't the people who lay down the nest human beings? They look no different from us, and their body structure is the same. If you don't believe it, you can come back to my basement. I will show it to you for free."

"Let's get down to business."

The smartly dressed Irena interrupted them majestically. "Coroner Manelli is dead and we will get justice for her. But there is something else to this trip."

"What's the matter?" Jando asked. At this moment, the smile on his face has disappeared.

"The Death of Lazaros Lojales, Priest of the Dormition Church."

Lena Skolywock frowned suddenly: "That betrayer of the Lohars family?"

"Yes, Lena. In addition to collecting taxes, Coroner Manelli was on this tour to investigate his death, and she died right after Lazaros."

Yirenai shook her head slowly: "Obviously, something is wrong with this matter."

Jando narrowed his eyes: "This happened on the eve of the great purge. It's hard for me not to think in that direction."

Yirenai nodded noncommittally: "Maybe other families are behind the scenes, but we have no evidence now. Everything needs to be seen to be believed and to be investigated on the spot."

"I'm looking forward to what you said."

Jando put on that flirtatious smile again.

"Also, my respected sister Yirena, after I gain the favor of Hei Wen and my father, I will definitely taste you. I think your taste should be quite sweet."

He took a deep breath and looked satisfied. Lena frowned in disgust, and Irene Skolevok.

She was completely unmoved.

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