The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Patiently walking over, the Magistrate stood at the table with his hands on his hips, looking at the spread with annoyance, even regretting his earlier decision.

"No seats left? Nannawe, scoot over a bit. You're not eating anyway. Come on, this hotpot is really authentic!"

"I must say, Lord Phoenix, you have quite the appetite. This is your fourth meal today, isn't it?"

"Ah, life, what are the important things? Eating and drinking, that's all that matters. Everything else is trivial."

"There are tens of thousands of people outside surrounding us! Is that trivial? You keep saying you have a solution."

Roachiem grinned, took a bite of a razorwing dipped in sauce, and said while chewing:

"They haven't dispersed yet? Aren't they tired?"

"They haven't dispersed, but they're fighting amongst themselves."

"Oh, infighting? That means it's working."

"Working?"

The Magistrate frowned.

"What, is that also related to you?"

"The Magistrate of the Dark Eldar Conspiracy has a particularly beautiful concubine. She, uh, lost an undergarment, which just so happened to turn up in the bedroom of the Magistrate of the Deadly Hook Conspiracy."

Imo raised an eyebrow and sneered:

"I don't think either of them is an idiot. They wouldn't fall for such a simple trick."

"Of course, they both know."

Roachiem wiped his hands with a handkerchief, then picked up his wine glass and took a big gulp, looking at Loken in the distance, who was using binoculars to peek at the snow-white thighs of a Witch Elf sharpening her blade.

"Hey! Stop looking, give me the thing!"

"Oh."

Loken walked over and handed Roachiem a photo. Roachiem turned and handed it to Imo. He looked at it. It was a scandalous photo. He recognized the male protagonist, and the female protagonist...

Roachiem chuckled and said:

"It doesn't matter if it's fake, what matters is that it seems real, so someone will have a guilty conscience. Because the one who's been cuckolded will take the opportunity to attack, so he will definitely strike first. But I must say, you Commorragh people really love to mess around... You need to keep your pants zipped, or it'll ruin things one day."

"This—"

Imo clicked his tongue in amazement and slowly sat in the seat that Nannawe reluctantly gave up.

At this moment, Loken walked over with a communicator.

"They're willing to answer."

Roachiem smiled, took the communicator, and said in broken Eldar:

"Magistrate Charleson, are you interested in joining the Death Reaper Alliance now? Oh, I know, you're definitely not interested. You're going to report to Vect, of course. That's right, you are the most loyal Magistrate to Vect, but I guess you're not just reporting this, are you? It seems you're having a lot of fun with Magistrate Pascar's daughter. Oh, of course, this is a secret. I have the tightest lips. How could I say this while eating hotpot in front of so many people? Right, alright, I'll wait for your good news."

A moment later, Roachiem had Loken bring another communicator and spent a few seconds connecting the call.

When Imo heard Roachiem smilingly say that name, he almost jumped up.

"Magistrate Erebus, I thought you were busy."

Erebus was also one of the Magistrates of the conspiracy groups involved in the siege. Imo didn't expect him to be connected to this strange ape.

"Ah, it's okay. I know you haven't lost yet. Haven't you been getting close to Magistrate Isaiah of the Deadly Hook Conspiracy recently? The two sides also captured a large group of Greenskins to sell for a high price in the arena, but they were unexpectedly robbed not long ago, causing heavy losses to both sides, right? You lost many subordinates trying to capture these hundreds of Greenskins, but fortunately, I found these Greenskins in a secret warehouse in your territory. I guess the robbers accidentally left them there. Do you want me to return them to you now? Don't worry, take your time to consider. I'm very patient."

Hanging up the communicator, Roachiem smiled, picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, and then turned to look at the stunned Magistrate Imo.

"Brother Imo, why aren't you eating?"

"Uh..."

Roachiem then poured him half a glass of wine and placed it in front of him.

"Today might be our last meal for a while. As I said when I came, I'm just passing through. I'm going to the End Times."

The Magistrate looked down at his wine glass, his patience seemingly always only half full.

"It's very dangerous there. What are you going there to do?"

"Of course, I have important things to do. Vect has completely cut off all business between the Blood Reavers Association and the conspiracy groups related to the Death Reaper Army, and has also hired a large number of Mandrakes to assassinate the Death Reaper Army Magistrates. Many strongholds are practically already under siege, so I have to go there to solve this problem."

"So, you're going to find that person?"

Roachiem's shoulders slumped, and he slowly nodded.

"I have no choice. I heard the Mandrakes are particularly powerful now. If this isn't resolved, your head might be cut off at any time."

Hearing this, Imo couldn't help but swallow, feeling a chill on his neck, and then picked up his wine glass and clinked it against Roachiem's.

"Brother Phoenix, that place is not easy to get to. You have to pass through the End Times. Because it has been corrupted by the Shadow Realm, the space and time in these broken areas may be chaotic. Not to mention living people, even warp daemons are helpless inside."

"Aren't there many adventure teams going in?"

"Those are just desperadoes, idiots trying to find treasures or valuable things in the devoured cities..."

"It's okay, I have a plan."

"Alright, when are you planning to leave?"

"You probably don't have anything to do for a while. We'll leave after we finish this meal."

"Uh... Has the Death Reaper Alliance not sent any other assistance?"

"Hey, brother, don't worry, a large army will soon come to overthrow Vect. Hold on for a while, better days are ahead."

"But we're surrounded in our homes and can't go out to raid for slaves. Our slave reserves are about to run out. Without slaves, the conspiracy group can't be maintained, and you know our situation. Without slaves to provide pain energy, survival is a problem..."

"That's easy!"

Roachiem held up a finger and, with a mischievous smile, dragged Dogo over from the side.

"We have something here that can alleviate your soul sickness. Hey, hey, where's the stuff?"

"*Hic*! Wait."

Hearing a voice, the drunkenness on Dogo's face immediately disappeared. He dragged a stool over from the side and then stood on it.

"Come, come, try our high-end addiction-treatment product, Fruit King! You definitely haven't eaten this flavor."

Looking at the black, nut-like thing that Dogo pulled out from who knows where, the Magistrate frowned. If anyone had dared to make him eat something strange in the past, he would have had the Nightmare tear that guy to pieces, but even though he knew that the other party didn't need to use poison, the indescribable smell still made the Magistrate hesitate.