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What kind of Astropath is the most likable?

Regarding this question, many Imperial personnel who frequently associate with Astropaths have something to say.

The Imperial Guard's commander hopes that Astropaths possess brains forged from steel, resilient nerves woven from metal cables, and hearts cast from concrete.

In this way, when their side is surrounded by the Warp shadow of the Great Devourer, the Astropath can still resist the immense pressure brought by the shadow and send out a request for assistance through the Warp.

Rogue Traders hope that their Astropaths are sufficiently perceptive and intelligent, capable of accurately capturing every business opportunity within the psychic communication network, bringing them profit.

People of different identities have different views on Astropaths.

They hold their own opinions, arguing endlessly, wanting to shape a perfect Astropath according to their own concepts.

When a captain stepped onto the stage and said the following, the debate scene immediately erupted with applause, and everyone agreed with his speech.

"The most likable Astropath, in my opinion, is the kind who speaks human language."

"When the Warp shadow of the Great Devourer shrouds the ship, the Astropath always says:"

"'The boundless darkness envelops us, its tranquility and oppression unchanging, as unfathomable as death. We have lost the light, we are lost in this darkness.'"

"Please, can you speak human language? I want to hear 'Warp communication is being interfered with by the Tyranids,' instead of a lot of useless nonsense."

Admittedly, Shattana Niasta's age was a bit beyond Leno's expectations.

But who would refuse a lady who speaks concisely and clearly, and is as gentle as a warm spring?

At the elevator exit, Leno raised his forearm, allowing the elderly Shattana to lean on it, helping the old woman onto the transport vehicle.

"Leno Wilshire, just call me Leno," Shattana was wearing a simple gray-white scholar's robe, with a windproof and warm blanket on her shoulders, her voice gentle and refreshing:

"I am Shattana Niasta, you can call me by my surname or given name. The encrypted information of psychic communication is generally transformed from High Gothic. Come sit with me when you have time, I will teach you the basics of High Gothic and psychic communication."

"Alright, Madam."

Shattana's wording was refined, without redundant words, such an Astropath would be respected wherever she went.

Leno and Tido sent Shattana to a detached residence in the Royal Court District.

This was specially prepared for Shattana, guarded by her own armed guards, and accompanied by attendants who would take care of her daily life.

Usually, when Leno needs to send and receive psychic messages, he can communicate with Shattana using the encrypted communication network within the Royal Court District.

If the frequency of sending and receiving psychic messages is relatively high, he needs to go to the scene and communicate with Shattana in person.

After settling Shattana down, Leno and Tido temporarily left.

The next day, after Shattana had rested, Leno visited alone and discussed with her the matter of expanding production capacity.

Shattana has undergone very strict psychic training and is experienced in psychic communication.

Before officially helping Leno contact other Imperial worlds, Shattana suggested that Leno personally experience the psychic communication network first.

Leno put a metal ring on his head, closed his eyes, lay on the sofa, and relaxed his mind.

Psionic fluctuations emerged from Shattana's body, and the invisible rhythm spread along the pipeline to the ring.

Stars quickly appeared in the dark vision, colorful and magnificent, like a vast star map.

Many lines stretched out from these stars, connecting to one or more stars, or pointing to the deep darkness.

"The stars represent Astropaths, and the lines are the psychic messages they are sending out. Try to touch a line with your mind, any line will do."

Shattana's gentle tone lingered in his ears.

Leno followed the guidance and focused his attention on a dark blue line.

The metal ring on his head produced a slight vibration, and a passage of text written in Low Gothic appeared in the picture in front of him.

"Source: Obscurus Sector, Nyvenleiv Sector, Sector Governor's Office."

"Destination: Terra Departmento Munitorum."

"Authorization Level: War Council Gamma Level."

"Psychic Code: Helstos-18-Okeanos."

"Psychic Text: A rebellion has occurred in Hive-Nyghet of this sector, the Planetary Defense Force is almost wiped out, and strong psychic fluctuations have appeared on the planet. The situation is critical, requesting support from the Imperial Guard. For the Emperor!"

"Psychic Appendix: Psionic fluctuation signature code monitored by the Okeanos Matrix."

Leno read the psychic message once, and let out a soft "Huh":

"Madam, why can we view psychic messages from other regions?"

"This is normal, Leno. The Imperial Astropaths constitute a common information network. The information we send can also be seen by others. If you don't want others to understand your information, you have to use your own unique encryption method. This is why I specifically reminded you to learn High Gothic."

Leno nodded slowly, "I see. Then it seems I have to spend more time on High Gothic."

"Yes, that's right. However, learning High Gothic is only the first step. You also have to conceive of an encryption method. Let me give you an example."

The psychic picture Shattana conveyed to Leno's eyes flickered, and the light of another line brightened, condensing into a few lines of text.

"The whispers of stardust echo among the sleeping monoliths. The silver river meanders, but it is not water, but time itself. When they in the shadows crave your name, remember, some secrets are best left to slumber forever."

Shattana said:

"This Astropath concealed his psychic code and only sent a mysterious text written in High Gothic. This is a typical encrypted communication. Unless we have the corresponding cipher book, we won't know what it's saying."

Shattana stopped her psychic power.

The psychic communication picture in front of Leno's eyes disappeared.

"Take off the head ring. Tell me, do you have any favorite partners now?"

Leno took off the head ring, sat up straight, and thought back, answering:

"Yes. I have selected five Imperial worlds, all of which are mining worlds, with industrial space stations for refining promethium ore, and abundant tailings production. The mining worlds bury the tailings on the planet. They don't have dedicated freighters to transport the tailings. Therefore, I may have to hire freighters to transport the tailings for me."

Shattana picked up her teacup, warming her hands with the hot tea, and smiled apologetically:

"I'm sorry, I don't know much about the local situation. Are there enough freighters here on Epi-Mait that you can choose from?"

"Yes, but there are hidden dangers." Leno took out his agent data-slate and opened the document authorized to him by Delton.

The security level of private Astropaths is the same as that of their clients.

The encrypted documents that Leno can see, Shattana can also see.

This encrypted document is related to the local shipping magnate, the Pennis family.

This family owns eighteen freighters, and after removing those destroyed by pirates, there are still seventeen left.

Fifteen of them are under the names of the top five heirs in the family ranking and are in a state of running business all year round.

The remaining two freighters are currently idle and are controlled by Hacks Pennis, the last-ranked heir in the family.

This guy seems to be a playboy on the surface, but after Leno's careful investigation, he found that this person has a terrible record.

Hacks previously helped Osges spread the disease-causing strain of the Bone Drinkers, which is one of his bad deeds.

Secondly, Hacks was also the one who introduced cold trade merchants to Osges.

Hacks was still the one who discussed the corpse starch trading plan with Necromunda.

This guy has been assisting Osges from beginning to end, and Osges is targeting himself, suspected of plotting a rebellion.

How could Leno hand over the job of transporting promethium refining tailings to Hacks?

Absolutely impossible.

But apart from the two freighters under Hacks' name, there really aren't any local freight resources available.

The Vaughes family has twenty-seven freighters, all of which are transporting materials to the Vaughes family's factories, and there is no extra capacity to help him.

Leno intends to find a solution from outside the hive city.

"Madam, do you have any good suggestions for transporting tailings?"

"Of course. In fact, when you mentioned this question, I thought of someone." Shattana put down the teacup and stood up, walking towards a bookshelf on the side.

The bookshelf was filled with parchment scrolls and hardcover books, which Shattana brought, and a large part of them were her memos.

A roll of parchment was pulled out by Shattana and unfolded on the table.

On the yellowed scroll, a portrait of a man stood out.

This man has lush hair, a large beard, and his hair is fluffy and thick, making him look like a lion overall.

His clothes are very distinctive, pieced together from fabrics of different materials and styles, colorful, and decorated with a large number of gems, pearls, diamonds, and gold ornaments, exuding extravagance.

"This is Sander von Radiaga, a Rogue Trader. The last time I met him was five years ago. The capital of the Radiaga Dynasty held a King Election Conference, selecting one of the three heirs to inherit the identity and title of Rogue Trader. Sander eventually stood out and became the current Rogue Trader of the Radiaga Dynasty. He owes me a small favor and should be willing to help you transport promethium refining tailings for a fee."

A favor…

Listening to Shattana's words, she wants to use the favor someone owes her to help solve the problem of transporting tailings.

This is not impossible.

But will he owe Shattana and the Rogue Trader a favor because of this?

As a research dog, Leno is not very proficient in social niceties, and owing favors always feels a bit awkward.

"Relax, Leno." Shattana pursed her lips and smiled softly, sitting down on the sofa:

“Before coming here, I reviewed your file, the real one. A young man born in the under-hive of a hive city, noticed by the governor's special agent department for his outstanding performance, and subsequently cultivated. While excelling in special agent missions, you didn't give up delving into the fields you loved. Eventually, you discovered a new technology for synthesizing starch. You look like an adult now, but I know you're still two months shy of your 16th birthday.”

Natasha smiled peacefully, as if carefully guiding a promising junior:

“In my opinion, you are a young man who is dedicated to scientific research and has a simple heart. You feel uncomfortable owing favors because, in your eyes, you must repay what you owe, that is your simple concept. Am I right?”

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Li Nuo had to admit that the other party had read his mind. “Yes, madam, that's what I think.”

“Li Nuo, favors don't necessarily have to be repaid. In fact, from my life experience, most favors have no chance of being repaid, and they will not become your burden. The small portion of favors that need to be repaid are all within our capabilities and will not cause a burden either. Owing others a favor is like others thinking highly of you, others investing in you with favors, you should be happy.”

Li Nuo understood in contemplation, getting around the bend.

No wonder there was a saying before the transmigration:

It's not terrible to owe favors, what's terrible is that no one wants to let you owe them favors.

Treating favors as an investment tool, it all makes sense.

“Thank you for your teachings, madam.” Li Nuo nodded in thanks. “Please contact Sandor von Radiaga.”

“Okay, I'll send a message through astropathic communication.” Shatana looked at Li Nuo with gratification.

She closed her eyes, leaned back in the sofa, and said nothing more.

Li Nuo remained silent, not disturbing her, and quietly checked his data-slate.

When he was talking with Shatana just now, a communication message appeared on the screen, sent by Tido.

“Li Nuo, Harkas of the Bennis family just contacted me, asking if we want to rent a cargo ship, the price is negotiable. It's really strange, how did he know we were planning to buy scraps from other Imperial worlds.”

Li Nuo narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking of Osger's psychic ability.

This guy's psychic ability is like a “search box of a search engine”. If you want to know the answer to something, fill in the question and there will be a response after a while.

The last time at the auction, when he activated vibration sensing to eavesdrop on the secret talks in the lounge, he had personally heard Osger asking the psychic for answers, it didn't feel like a proper psychic ability.

Perhaps Harkas took the initiative to offer to lend cargo ships because Osger instructed him to do so, and Osger obtained the revelation from the psychic ability.

These two must be up to no good.

Li Nuo moved his fingers and sent a message to Tido, asking her to put Harkas on hold first, and it wouldn't be too late to reject Harkas after Shatana connected with the Rogue Trader.

After the message was sent, Tido's reply came.

“Okay, then I'll ignore Harkas for now. I'll have my assistant tell him that I'm very busy now and don't have time to reply, and I'll reply in a couple of days.”

Li Nuo closed the data-slate with satisfaction, quietly waiting for Shatana to finish the astropathic communication.

He now deeply understood a sentence that Tido had said before:

Astropaths are like fine wine, the older they are, the mellower they become.

Young astropaths either get killed by warp storms, or miss the opportunity to turn the tables because they don't speak human language, and eventually die in battle.

Every astropath who can survive to the “elderly” stage has mastered the knack of speaking concisely and is good at managing interpersonal networks.

Shatana Niasta is a typical example.

With such a lady around, his speed of expanding production capacity would probably exceed his imagination.

…

…

Osger's residence.

Harkas slumped on the sofa with the data-slate in his hand, shaking his feet on the table.

Osger stood by the window with his back to the room, looking at the beautiful garden view outside the window.

At this time, the setting sun was just falling, and ten thousand golden rays of light were scattered down from the artificial sun above the Noble District, colorful and refreshing.

But Osger was in no mood to appreciate such a beautiful scenery.

His captain of the guard, Begit, and several other guards were dead.

These guards died in the Noble District, reportedly shot dead on the spot by the governor's special agents. The reason for the shooting was that they attempted to kidnap the deputy governor. Osger spent a lot of effort to clear himself of this kidnapping case.

When the words deputy governor appeared in his mind, Osger clenched his fists hard, and a surge of anger rose in his heart.

This position should have belonged to him, but now it has fallen on the head of a young nobleman who came out of nowhere.

Osger couldn't sleep at night because of this, and he was constantly thinking about a plan to turn the tables.

His psychic ability told him that Li Nuo Wilsy was now in urgent need of cargo ships to transport more scraps.

Based on this information, Osger formulated a sinister plan and specially asked his good brother Harkas to help.

“I've got it, Osger. Tido's assistant said that Tido is dealing with official business and will reply to me within two days. Don't worry, buddy, I'll definitely give that kid Li Nuo a low price and guarantee that he'll use my cargo ship to transport the scraps.”

Harkas threw down the data-slate, jumped up from the sofa, and chuckled softly:

“When the first batch of scraps is transported back, I'll add some high-octane fuel to the scraps according to your plan and blow up all his starch factories. Then we'll see how he cleans up the mess. The number of casualties in the under-hive alone will be enough for him to deal with.”

Harkas came to Osger's side and raised his hand to hook the other's shoulder:

“How is it, am I a good brother? When you become governor…”

Halfway through his words, Osger slammed the window frame with his fist, blocking the second half of his sentence:

“Wait until I become governor first. I received news that an astropath from Terra appeared at the spaceport this morning, and she was picked up by Li Nuo and Tido. This astropath did not go to the Adeptus Astra Telepathica in the hive city, but went to the Noble District. I suspect she will become Li Nuo Wilsy's personal astropath, which makes me feel uneasy. I just want to kill Li Nuo as soon as possible now… the sooner, the better. Do you have any good ideas?”

Harkas shrugged, “You're asking me, you might as well ask your psychic ability.”

“Oh right, I should ask my psychic ability.” Osger straightened his body and tidied up his clothes. “You go out first, Harkas. I'm used to being alone when activating my psychic ability.”

“Okay, I'll go to the lounge next door to wait. Call me if you need anything.” Harkas waved his hand, picked up the data-slate and walked out of the room.

Osger closed the curtains, turned off the lights in the room, and chanted strange syllables in the dense darkness.

Gradually, a hazy blue-purple light lit up in the dim room.

At the same time, in the lounge next door, Harkas looked in Osger's direction, as if he could see through the wall.

He chuckled twice, the meaning was unclear.

It was as if he was mocking his "brother" Osger for being superstitious about psychic abilities.

It was also like an old fox who had been plotting for a long time and was about to succeed, gloating gleefully when no one was around.

“How's it going?” A lazy and sweet female voice sounded next to him.

In the shadow woven by moonlight and curtains, the enchanting figure stood out. It was Ruth, who liked to wear tight-fitting clothes.

The smile on Harkas's lips changed from vague to bright:

“Honey, we're about to succeed.”

The enchanting figure came over with cat-like steps, the curves undulating and eye-catching. It was Ruth, who liked to wear tight-fitting clothes.

The indescribable acts that the two then engaged in were only a wall away from Osger.

But Osger was unaware of this, completely immersed in the blue-purple light.

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