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"Huh? The White Scars are coming here for resupply?" Leino raised his eyebrows.

The first ray of morning sun shone into the room. Tido ran over to scrounge breakfast and brought important news.

"Yes, the astropathic message arrived at the Astropathic Relay Station at nine o'clock last night. Judging by the time, the White Scars should arrive at the spaceport around this evening. The astropathic message said that Jaghatai Khan intends to meet with you on his ship."

Brandy placed the breakfast on the table, and Leino and Tido ate and chatted.

Leino had originally planned to meet with Jaghatai Khan, but he didn't expect the opportunity to come so quickly, and his preparations were not sufficient at all.

In Leino's vision, the best time for him to meet Jaghatai should be half a year later.

He would use this half a year to collect information about the White Scars and Jaghatai, and find out how similar the other party's cultural background was to his own from before the transmigration.

Based on this, he would cater to his preferences, occasionally send small items and poems, and grind favorability like playing a GALGAME. Maybe he could facilitate a longer-term cooperation.

But now, Jaghatai is arriving tonight, and it's a bit rushed for him to start preparing now.

Leino enjoyed his breakfast while thinking, feeling a trace of pressure.

"Are you worried about meeting the Khan tonight?" Tido asked.

"Yes, I'm thinking about how to gain the Khan's trust. Once we sell the formula, we will have enough funds to purchase the operating rights of a planet. I want to buy a mineral planet rich in promethium, but as you know, this kind of planet can only be obtained by exploring unknown star systems. As governor, I am not qualified to intervene in interstellar exploration and can only rely on external forces, such as the Khan's 915th Expedition Fleet."

Leino recounted his vision for the future.

Tido gradually realized that tonight's meeting was extraordinary.

Within the Imperium, only Expedition Fleets and Rogue Traders are qualified to explore unknown star systems and establish colonies.

Rogue Traders pay more attention to "commercial operations," and the combat power of their subordinate combat units is far inferior to that of Expedition Fleets.

The Expedition Fleets are truly responsible for "conquering territory."

The White Scars control the 915th Expedition Fleet.

If a preliminary cooperative relationship can be reached with the Khan tonight, then the future of Epimethius can be described as soaring to the sky.

"Listening to you, I'm also a little nervous." Tido picked up a napkin and wiped the corner of her mouth, thinking and saying:

"Why don't you prepare some more poems written in Xia language? I think the Khan should like them."

Speaking of poems written in Xia language, Leino had some indescribable emotions in his heart.

Old Terra was somewhat similar to the world he was in before he transmigration.

The 1k era of Old Terra was from 000 AD to 999 AD.

The Xia language of the Old Terra period was similar to the Chinese language of Leino's pre-transmigration world, and Leino could master it without a teacher.

In the letter from the White Scars, there were two lines of poetry written in Xia language.

Leino happened to know the next two lines of these two lines of poetry, so he replied in Xia language.

Here, he had to thank his mother, not the mother of "Underhive youth Leino," but his pre-transmigration mother.

Leino was extremely competitive when he was a child.

Under the careful guidance of his mother, he learned a lot of poetry and songs. Before he even went to elementary school, he memorized all the ancient Chinese texts of the six years of elementary school in the elementary school preparation stage, as well as mathematics and English.

Every elementary school exam, he was at the top of the list, which gave him a taste of the sweetness, so he became more and more competitive.

He finished the junior high school courses in the elementary school stage, finished the high school courses in the junior high school stage, and was pre-admitted to a top university in the high school stage, pursuing a bachelor's and master's degree in the field of microbiology.

Seeing that he was about to leave the campus and embark on a life of drudgery, who knew that he would be hit by a muck truck while crossing the road to save a woman…

Alas, it was a bittersweet experience.

If he hadn't saved the woman who was dazed at the intersection, he wouldn't have been hit and wouldn't have transmigration.

If he didn't have the competitive spirit from childhood to adulthood, he wouldn't have mastered a massive amount of poetry and songs.

Let him use Xia language poems as gifts to the Khan, it was possible, but he needed time to recall, to prepare poems on different themes, and temporarily act as a Warhammer plagiarist.

"Tido, I have an idea. I'll leave the preparations for the resupply materials to you. I have to hurry back and recall the contents of that Xia language poetry collection." Leino finished his breakfast in a few bites and left his residence with the servo-skull and data-slate.

"Okay, give me all your work today. Tonight's meeting with the Khan is the most important." Tido hurried to eat breakfast, watching Leino leave.

Leino attributed his understanding of Xia language poetry to the Xia language materials he had searched for in the public database after entering the Upper Hive.

The documents in the Terra Ancient Museum are not top-secret materials and can be found in the public database.

It records more than a thousand Xia language poems, as well as many translations and pronunciation guides from Imperial scholars.

So even if he recited poems in front of the Khan, there was nothing strange about it.

…

…

Time flew by, and it was evening in the blink of an eye.

Leino prepared different plans to deal with different situations, acting according to the circumstances, striving to reach a secret alliance with Jaghatai.

The 915th Expedition Fleet arrived near the Epimethius system through warp travel.

The orbital command tower received the news in advance and cleared a large number of docks in the spaceport for the Expedition Fleet to dock.

The "Storm Sword" was too large to enter the spaceport and could only hover at an altitude of about 800 kilometers above the surface.

Leino took the spaceport shuttle, leaving the hive city under his feet for the first time and entering the deep, tranquil space.

After a series of identity verifications, the shuttle entered the visitor berth of the "Storm Sword."

"Gulp." Wick wore a full set of special agent gear and stood behind Leino, unable to help but swallow.

His gaze passed through the porthole of the shuttle and fell on the group of men in white artificer armor outside.

Compared with these legion warriors who fought Tyranids all year round, many governor agents, including himself, were really insignificant.

In terms of physique, Wick thought he was already very strong, but he was shocked to find that his shoulder width was only two-thirds that of the power-armored men.

In terms of tonnage, all the special agent gear on his body combined might not even weigh as much as the other party's upper body.

In terms of firepower and mobility, he was even more slagged by the Space Marines.

Anyone who sees the legendary top combat power of the Imperium will be as nervous as Wick.

"Quiet, don't make a sound, don't embarrass Leino." Mona nudged Wick with her elbow, whispering in the internal communication channel.

Her words were a little trembling, indicating that her heart was not at peace either.

Leino only brought three accompanying guards this time: Wick, Mona, and Leia.

Leino himself had mastered the Primaris Psyker - Black Knight, and had also played a lot of Warhammer games, so he had long been mentally prepared for the tall, mighty, and powerful Space Marines, and behaved relatively calmly.

To his surprise, although Leia was a little nervous, she did not have the rapidly accelerating heartbeat and rapid breathing like Wick and Mona.

Leino looked at Leia with her purple eyes, feeling a little strange in his heart.

Leia nodded slightly in his gaze, her expression as usual, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes:

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Aren't you nervous?" Leino activated the communication bead and asked in the communication channel.

"It's okay, I've played the role of an Imperial Guard soldier in holographic games and fought Tyranids with Space Marines. I've seen how powerful these big guys are."

"Oh, so that's how it is. It seems that playing games is not without benefits." Leino smiled and joked in the communication channel.

Wick and Mona also chuckled.

The tense atmosphere within the team dissipated a bit.

"Tss — —" The pneumatic gate opened.

Leino led three accompanying guards out of the shuttle, and greeting him was a Keshig and several ordinary White Scars Space Marines.

The Keshig's deep red lenses flickered a few spots of light, matching Leino's scan results with the biometrics in the database.

He took off his helmet, revealing a bald head and a dark brown beard, his face fierce, his eyes sharp, like an angry wolf galloping on the grassland all year round:

"Good evening, Leino Wilsi. I am Qin Xia, the Khan's bodyguard. You can come with me to the reception room to meet the Khan, but your accompanying guards can only stay in the corridor. If there are no problems, come with me."

"Hello, Qin Xia." Leino looked at Qin Xia with some complicated emotions. Several important characters in the White Scars Legion died in plot kills, which inevitably made people feel extremely惋惜, and Qin Xia in front of him was like this.

"Please lead the way." Leino timely put away the strange look in his eyes.

Qin Xia turned sideways and stretched out his right hand, inviting Leino to accompany him.

Three governor agents lined up in a column behind Leino, and the power-armored men brought by Qin Xia also lined up in a column, running parallel to the governor agents.

The interior decoration of the "Storm Sword" opened Leino's eyes.

Others only thought that the Khan abandoned the exquisite Imperial decorations in order to pursue speed, but little did they know that the Khan interpreted the meaning of "beauty" in another way.

Li Nuo saw Eight Treasures diagrams, fret patterns, and images of various animals, dragons, phoenixes, and flowers carved on the silverware.

Carpets, curtains, the felt socks and waistbands of the servitors, and various knitted goods and animal hides also featured a large number of embroideries, including birds and beasts, Five Birds, swastikas, dragons and phoenixes, cloud patterns, and fire patterns, in endless variety.

At this moment, Li Nuo understood.

He understood why the Khan had repeatedly expressed feeling lonely.

The Khan's cultural traditions were out of step with the mainstream culture of the Warhammer world.

He had no sense of belonging in this world, nor in the Imperium of Man.

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Therefore, one day in the future, he would chase the Dark Eldar into the Webway and never return, completely becoming a Gene-sire wandering outside the Imperium.

"We're here," Qin Xia stopped and looked at Li Nuo, who had seemed thoughtful all the way, and asked:

"Willsy, can you understand the patterns on the silverware and embroidery?"

Li Nuo came back to his senses and smiled at Qin Xia:

"To be honest, yes, I have carefully studied the culture and Xia language of the White Scars. This ship may seem too unique to other members of the Imperium, but in my eyes, it carries a rich historical culture and is a moving museum."

The corners of Qin Xia's mouth curved slightly upward, with a smile that was not quite a smile:

"I'll take it for granted that you really understand our culture for now. Let's go in, the Khan is waiting for you inside."

The gatekeeper opened the hatch, and Li Nuo stepped inside.

Qin Xia followed in, guarding the inside of the door, standing with his arms crossed against the door panel.

As soon as he entered, Li Nuo smelled the aroma of brick tea mixed with sheep's milk.

The brick tea was brewed, sheep's milk was added, sprinkled with fried buttered rice flowers, and a small amount of salt. The tea fragrance, milk fragrance, and a faint salty taste blended together, creating distinct layers that left a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth, making people linger and forget to return.

Li Nuo had traveled during his senior year summer vacation and tasted the unique grassland cuisine and tea drinks, and was immediately reminded of his memories by the aroma in the room.

He took a deep breath, restrained the excitement in his heart, and bowed respectfully to the figure on the red lacquered wooden throne:

"Respected Khan, Li Nuo Willsy pays his respects to you."

Jagatai sat on the throne with his legs spread apart, with a gurgling teapot and freshly fried buttered rice flowers in front of him.

He pointed to the chair next to him, "Sit down, Willsy. Do you understand the meaning of those four lines of poetry?"

Li Nuo sat down, and Jagatai picked up the teapot, poured out milk tea, sprinkled in buttered rice flowers, one cup of hot milk tea for each person.

Li Nuo thanked him and pondered:

"If I understand correctly, those four lines of poetry are intended to encourage us not to be afraid of slander and hardship, and to move forward, just like panning for gold, only after experiencing thousands of filtrations can we harvest shining gold."

There was something Li Nuo didn't say.

The protagonist in the poem was a demoted person, and he was a newly appointed deputy governor.

So it was not very appropriate to use these four lines of poetry to encourage himself.

Considering that Jagatai was a Gene-sire from the Warhammer 30k era and could not fully understand the connotation of the Xia language, this was understandable.

"Well, not bad, few people study the Xia language so thoroughly, let me test you."

Jagatai pointed to an embroidery on the wall.

The embroidery was an image of a red sun leaping out of the sea, with red and bright gold as the main colors.

The waves were crushed by the sea breeze, and the sea surface shimmered in the light of the red sun.

"I found this embroidery in an ancient museum on Terra. The Emperor gave it to me because he knew I liked it. Which Xia language poems do you think are most appropriate to describe it?"

Use Xia language poetry to describe the image on the embroidery?

This question was within Li Nuo's expectations.

"Khan, before answering this question, I would like to ask a question first."

"Oh? What question?"

Li Nuo steadied his mind and said, meeting the other party's gaze:

"I think you also feel that the Xia language culture is out of step with the mainstream culture of the Imperium. According to the research of Imperial history experts, the Gothic language of the Imperium is a fusion of various languages of ancient Terra, but it is obvious that there are no symbolic elements of the Xia language in it. Where do you think the ancient Terrans who inherited the Xia language went?"

This question made the air in the reception room quiet.

The burning pine wood stove crackled, the liquid surface in the teapot rolled up and down, and wisps of white mist rose up.

Qin Xia, who was standing against the door panel, was slightly moved. He had not anticipated the question raised by Li Nuo.

To be honest, Qin Xia had also considered this question and felt extremely puzzled.

At least 600 years have passed since the start of the Great Crusade. The Imperium of Man has recovered tens of thousands of Imperial worlds, but it has never found one that inherits the Xia language culture.

It was as if the ancient Terrans who invented this culture had disappeared before mankind first colonized the galaxy.

This bizarre phenomenon is really puzzling.

Jagatai lightly patted his thigh and sighed:

"Willsy, I can't answer your question. The White Scars Legion has always been the vanguard and reconnaissance main force of the Great Crusade. We explore unknown areas at the fastest speed and draw star charts for other expedition fleets. We have explored at least two-thirds of the galaxy, but we have never been able to find a lost world that inherits the Xia language culture…"

Jagatai stood up, put his hands behind his back, walked back and forth a few steps, stopped in front of the embroidery of the red sun leaping out of the sea, and his voice became ethereal:

"It is undeniable that there was indeed a Xia language country on ancient Terra. The fact that we have not found their colonies in the galaxy does not mean that they do not exist. Perhaps they are hidden in a place that we cannot reach for the time being."

"Are you talking about the Webway?" Li Nuo said something shocking.

Jagatai suddenly turned around, staring at Li Nuo with wide eyes.

Qin Xia next to the door released his arms in surprise, his face full of astonishment.

The next second, Qin Xia strode closer to Li Nuo, his eyes bursting with essence, stopped in front of Li Nuo with a strong sense of oppression, his voice was as majestic as a Hong Zhong:

"How do you know about the existence of the Webway? That's a secret that a deputy governor like you can't know! What is your origin? Soul? Demon? Or something else?"

Li Nuo is not a soul, nor is he a demon.

The fact that he can stand in front of the Khan is the best proof.

There is a psychic master among the Khan's Keshig, named Tariqutai Yesugei.

If Li Nuo were a soul, demon, or a projection of a warp creature in the material universe, he would have been blasted into slag by Yesugei's lightning.

Perhaps realizing this, the aura on Qin Xia's body dissipated a bit, but his eyes still looked at Li Nuo with confusion and vigilance.

Jagatai and several of his confidants have always had some understanding of the nature of the warp.

They know that there are gods in the warp, and they also know that the Webway exists.

The size of the Webway varies, some can only accommodate one person, while others are as wide as the solar system, enough to accommodate several planets.

The most typical example is the Dark Eldar's main city — Commorragh.

Commorragh is a huge city covering the entire planet, with many small satellites, and the Webway in which it is located is enough to accommodate dozens of planets and at least one sun.

Faced with Qin Xia's questioning, Li Nuo remained as calm as ever.

He slowly stood up, walked towards the embroidery on the wall in the sight of Qin Xia and Jagatai, and recited in a Xia language with a pure accent:

"Early coolness gradually turns water cold, chilling the heart, the sea is lazy, the sky is idle, and the sound of howling is cut off…"

Qin Xia let out a heavy breath, Jagatai's face changed drastically, and his pupils and body trembled together.

They heard it!

They heard it!

This is a pure Xia language accent!

It is the Xia language accent whose tone can perfectly match Xia language poetry, rather than the strange rhythm fabricated by Imperial scholars through imagination!

"…In an instant, the fiery wheel rises with the waves, the wind turns and crushes a full of gold."

Li Nuo stopped in front of the embroidery, looked up at Jagatai, who was one meter and four taller than himself:

"Early coolness gradually turns water cold, chilling the heart, the sea is lazy, the sky is idle, and the sound of howling is cut off. In an instant, the fiery wheel rises with the waves, the wind turns and crushes a full of gold. This is my description of this embroidery. When I was studying Xia language poetry, I accidentally had a big dream. Khan, you have fragrant tea, I have stories, let's sit down and talk slowly, how about it?" (Note 1, Note 2)

This passage was in authentic Xia language.

Jagatai and Qin Xia looked at each other and quickly communicated with their eyes.

Qin Xia stood back next to the door, locked the door, and tightly guarded the only access passage.

Jagatai extended his right hand to the chair and replied to Li Nuo in broken Xia language:

"Good. Please sit down!"

A soul that does not belong here, and a soul that desires to leave the Imperium and roam freely, resonate at this moment.

A discussion on "Tao" that is enough to change the tragic fate of the White Scars Legion begins here.