Crown of Chaos

"The generals of the empire sit at the rear and think that they can solve all difficulties through the knowledge imparted to them in books. They think that everything that happens in a battle is predictable and observable, just like the chess pieces on a chessboard have fixed The move is the same.

They only know how to hide in armor and press buttons to send a specific number of fleets to fight the enemy, thinking that frigates are specifically designed to restrain cruisers.

Boring, uninteresting, and stupid, these academics will never understand how complicated the situation on the battlefield is.

Your enemy may not need to stop the bleeding at all, it can bleed more than its body weight in blood, your enemy may have his head smashed and instantly grow two new ones, your enemy may be able to corrupt Geller's stand. Your chef merges with your oven and evolves into a giant monster.

What the hell do academics know? Have any of them ever tried to rush all the way into the enemy's face, into the range forbidden by those generals? Who among them understands the instinctive pleasure of killing in the endless starry sky?

I've faced the Void Thing myself, I've led a warship into a daemonic warship and torn the Chaos Lord's face to pieces, and I plan to keep doing this, a thousand more times, until the Emperor feels I've done enough. So far! "

——Rogue Trader Meyer Rothschild, the head of the Rothschild dynasty, said this at the celebration banquet for destroying a Chaos fleet.

Rogue Traders are special existences in the human empire. These armed merchants exercise the power granted to them by the empire in the name of humanity in the galaxy. In places where the star torch cannot shine, there are many edge areas, halo constellations and stars. The darkness outside the domain is where the Rogue Traders flex their muscles.

New worlds, alien civilizations, and unimaginably huge resources. In order to exploit these potential opportunities, the human empire needs a group of special characters who wander outside the edge of order, and these special characters are called "Rogue Traders." The Empire empowers Rogue Traders, often with weapons and equipment, allowing them to freely explore remote areas of the galaxy, reaching areas beyond the reach of the Astronomical Torch and areas within the Astronomical Torch's range that have not yet been explored.

Due to the adventurous nature of the Rogue Traders, they will not be controlled by the empire and cannot receive support from the empire. Therefore, when facing many complex situations during exploration, the Rogue Traders must learn to solve problems on their own and learn how to deal with "alien civilization" , which ones can be exchanged, traded, and established relationships with, which ones can be plundered, enslaved, and hired as subordinates, and which ones are dangerous and must be eliminated.

There is no doubt that no matter what the Rogue Traders plan to do, they will need strong force. Many of these Rogue Traders come from the ancient and noble families of Holy Terra. Some families even had powerful possessions on the continent of Europa before the Emperor unified Terra. They have respectable status and wealth, but most of the rogue traders are just pirates or rogues flying beautiful flags.

But no matter what, the Rogue Traders have a supreme power, "the right to contact and trade with alien civilizations."

Therefore, no matter how much wealth, territory and army the Rogue Traders possess, the most precious and noble thing of their entire family can always be the "trade license".

A Rogue Trader with a trading license has the same status as a Planetary Governor, an Inquisitor, or a Space Marine Chapter Master. Recipients can stand as equals with their Imperial colleagues and can negotiate for assistance.

The trade license owned by each Rogue Trader family is different. Generally speaking, the older the trade license, the more valuable it is. This is not because the trade license will expand its powers over time, but because of the signer and the provider. The permissions are different.

There is no difference between the lowest level trade license and the privateering license, and they are not inheritable.

Some high-level trade licenses are signed by high-ranking imperial officials or inquisitors. These licenses often strictly stipulate the rights of the Rogue Traders. They can only move within a certain range, or are limited to contact with only one type of alien. These trade licenses The writ often also stipulates a validity period, and will expire after two or three generations or hundreds of years.

The permissions further back can be traced back to the founding years of the Human Empire. In the era when the Supreme Lords and Primarchs followed the Lord of Mankind on the Great Crusade, they also signed some permissions. These permissions were enough to Let any mortal become the master of an interstellar fleet from scratch, or become a rich man in a certain star region.

The oldest and most sacred trade licenses come from the signatures of the Imperial Regent Malcador and even the Emperor himself. In the forgotten years of the Emperor's reign before the Great Crusade, the Lord of Mankind had personally signed a very small number of trade licenses. .

These trade licenses were granted great freedom and effectiveness. The Rogue Traders who held these sacred licenses could use this to refuse the investigation of the Inquisition, challenge the High Lords Council, let the Space Marines provide help, and conduct operations on those planets. Bringing the light of order where the torch cannot shine with the authority of the Emperor himself.

Since there is no time limit for the permission signed by the Emperor or Malcador, these families often continue their bloodline from the 30k era to today.

Others call them - the Rogue Trader Dynasty!

Therefore, it is generally considered that the older the trade license, the better, because the older the trade license, the higher the degree of freedom it has. If a rogue trader can take out one from his body, Emperor Makado is still alive. The inquisitors and supreme lords will not dare to do anything to you if you sign the permission slip.

However, as far as Aaron knows, this situation has changed somewhat recently. The returned Thirteenth Lord Guilliman issued a batch of new trade licenses in the name of the original body. These licenses are only more effective than the highest-level ones. Slightly lower.

This is traitorous!

Aaron was devastated by this and thought to himself, Guilliman, you must have collected 500,000 throne coins from these people. This is a loss of state-owned assets!

"Pull?" The emperor's voice became slightly louder: "Are you listening?"

"My Lord." Aaron was angry and funny: "What's the use of signing a trade license for him? Can he go to the Milky Way with the trade license you gave him? Even if he can go, is he willing to go? ?”

"Of course I have my own considerations." The voice of the Lord of Humanity was still so cold, and it seemed that together with the unmelted snow on the eaves of the castle, it formed a winter scene. The emperor whispered: "I feel his devotion to me. The power of faith, even through the crystal wall, I can feel the burning fire in his old body. I am a person who respects the rules. Someone once said to you, those who have a wish must respond. This is the national faith. rules, right?"

"My lord... do you still insist that you are not a god?" Aaron replied speechlessly.

"...It doesn't matter whether you are a god or not. What matters is whether humans can rely on their own strength and get rid of my guidance and walk out of their own future." The emperor said: "Do it, La."

"I understand, my lord." Aaron said nothing more.

He has now vaguely understood that in addition to the Four Gods of Chaos, the Emperor has also infiltrated influence into the country. He has shown a film about the rise of the Emperor. The Lord of Mankind must have felt the audience's opinion of him, that is, What is called receiving emotional energy.

At this time, Reinsdorf was still giving Aaron "lessons."

"Your thinking was wrong from the beginning, Mr. Aaron, you are afraid of revenge, what kind of revenge are you afraid of? If those of us doing business don't dare to offend the gods, who would have the nerve to sail in the star realm and earn gold in different crystal wall systems? I'm lucky if I can't even lift my pants."

"Did you know that when selling goods, there are only two modes for customers to buy? The first is to take a look at it and then pick it up and prepare to pay. The second is to pick it up and observe it, turn it over, and then ask for the price if you are interested. Reinsdorf pointed two fingers: "Then what is the most important indicator that determines the survival or destruction of a cargo?"

"It's the first impression that gives people. Only with the first impression can purchasing behavior take place."

"Think about it, it is cosmetics, you are also cosmetics, it is stockings, you are also stockings, why should customers choose you over others?"

"But it's different now. Our square boxes have the holy emblems of the Silver Virgin and the Lady of the Night directly on them, and then there are two incarnations of the goddess in light clothes. If customers don't look at our goods, they are out of their minds. This is just one change. We can throw all the competing products on the market into the sunset of the catastrophe!"

"Believe me, give me a few years, let's break down industry barriers, explore emerging marketing concepts, and become a pioneer in the fashion of cosmetics and women's products in the multiverse!" Reinsdorf became more and more excited as he spoke, and his saliva flowed out of his mouth uncontrollably. Overflowing from the corners of his mouth, the old saggy cheeks were full of excited blush: "Moreover, the Lady of the Night will take revenge on us? Wrong! At most, He will only love and hate us. We use His image to be true, But we have also spread His name to the multiverse. Black and red are also red, and bad name is also famous. For Lady Night, bad name may be more attractive to Him than good name!"

"Of course, as partners of the Silver Virgin, we will definitely modify some details. It is impossible to completely copy the goddess. As long as it looks similar, it is the incarnation of the two goddesses... We went to the Moon Mansion in Waterdeep City to invite two appearance Priests who look exactly like the incarnation of the Silver Virgin will serve as models. As long as we don’t tell anyone, who will know? As long as the money is enough, the priests will agree.”

"Stop talking, Mr. Reinsdorf, I have a reward for you." Aaron had to admit that he had been moved by what this big merchant said. He was worthy of being able to work in multiple crystal wall systems. The boss of the business.

Speaking of rewards, Reinsdorf's expression changed. The merchant immediately sat upright and wiped his saliva with a silk scarf: "Please respect me. I'm not here for money this time, but to meet you." The Lord of Mankind."

Aaron smiled and nodded, and he said to Nastia: "Sister Tia, go and get a piece of sealed parchment from my safe."

"Okay." The dark elf sister bowed slightly. As a drow spy, she was speechless when she heard Reinsdorf's description.

It is not that the drow elves do not have trade, but the slave trade and commodity trade of the drow do not have so many twists and turns, and as a female drow of the Baenre family, Nastia knows that the priests of Lolth are often based on the commodity economy. Destroyer, as the priests of Lolth have always freely confiscated and demanded from drow merchants their wealth and goods, as this is in line with the Spider Queen's teachings.

A piece of precious, fine parchment was spread out, and Aaron took the pen and wrote a brand new "Rogue Trader Trade Permit" according to the template sent by the emperor.

While writing, Aaron said: "My only doubt is, Mr. Reinsdorf, how long can we cooperate?"

Speaking of this matter, Dahao Shang finally showed a look of regret: "I'm afraid it won't be too long, Mr. Aaron, I am eighty-seven years old this year, and we can still cooperate for thirteen years. My four The children are not peaceful...I am very worried about my heir."

"Thirteen years?" Aaron raised his head: "Such an accurate number?"

"I used the prayer technique to pray to a god to increase my lifespan to the theoretical maximum." Reinsdorf shrugged regretfully, and sighed deeply: "There is no way, human lifespan There is an end, and a being answered my prayers and told me that I could theoretically live up to a hundred years.”

What is the human lifespan?

Aaron glanced at Reinsdorf again. He knew that this big businessman actually had many ways to extend his lifespan, but he didn't. He just used the wishing technique to increase his lifespan to the theoretical maximum. value.

He wanted to die as a human being.

"He knows about you, Mr. Reinsdorf." Aaron blew dry the ink on the parchment, and following his last movement, the power from the emperor spread over the entire "Rogue Trader Trade License" A signature line was left at the end.

Emperor.

Following Aaron's last movement, the power from the Lord of Mankind flowed into every corner of the parchment.

"Him? Have you contacted Him?!" Dahaoshang opened his eyes wide.

"Well, it's him. He asked me to give you a gift." Aaron handed the trade license to Reinsdorf.

The moment the big businessman took the parchment roll, he felt a cold golden light embrace him.

Reinsdorf was itching all over his body as he trembled, feeling like he was about to grow a brain.

My scalp is itchy, my skin is itchy, and the gums in my mouth are itchy!

He tried to touch his face with his hands. As he raised his hand, Reinsdorf suddenly discovered that the skin on his hands was tight and elastic - this did not look like a man over eighty years old. The hands that people should have!

And at this moment, he suddenly discovered to his surprise that his body, which was supposed to be decrepit, was actually filled with indescribable power - stronger than when he was traveling around the star world in his prime! Every muscle and every bone is filled with gushing strength!

"Quick, Wagner, take me to the mirror!" screamed Reinsdorf.

Except for some muscle hunger in his abdomen, Reinsdorf didn't feel any discomfort. His skin was fair and elastic. Although his muscles were not very strong, they were at least very well-proportioned. His bones were also very tough, and even his teeth were intact. Neat and tight.

Being brought to the mirror, Reinsdorf looked at his face and felt that everything was like a dream.

The man in the mirror has thick black hair, deep-set features, prominent brow bones, and a high nose bridge.

Isn’t this exactly who I was when I was 30?

Are you young and full of vitality?

Wagner was also bewildered by what happened to his employer.

Only Aaron walked slowly behind Reinsdorf and pressed his shoulder with his hand: "This is his gift to you, Mr. Reinsdorf. He appreciates your talent very much and appreciates it very much." Appreciate your faith.”

"He just wants to tell you that your bloodline is not completely pure human beings. Even so, do you still believe in human supremacy?"

"The changes in my body have already given me the answer, haven't they?" Reinsdorf tried to collide with his teeth in ecstasy. The big businessman took out a platinum coin and put it in his mouth and bit it gently. The solid feeling of happiness made him jump up and down: "Okay, this is great!"

"I have decided that I will devote my loyalty to this Lord of Humanity!"

Looking at Reinsdorf kneeling on the ground holding a trade license in his hand, Aaron thought helplessly in his heart.

Even so, are you still unwilling to admit that you are God?

Emperor?

It seems that after the four good brothers, the emperor's layout of the country also officially began with this big businessman.

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