Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Petronilla Viva changed her clothes. This expensive dress was delivered by a robot servant. When he handed it to Petronilla, she knew it was expensive.

This dress was made of tiny diamonds, and the surface of the dress was sparkling. The soft and white fabric was as close to her body as skin, and the waist was perfectly displayed to support the cleavage at the low-cut opening.

Above the cleavage was a silver star gem, which was held up by her breasts in front of her neck, echoing her gray hair. Under the hair, the emerald gems on the ears were like fish jumping out of a calm lake, shining under the hair.

After she changed into a dress, she came here to meet him, ignoring the surprise and questioning of her roommates. He came earlier, and the golden armor on his body had faded. He was wearing a black evening dress, but he was still tall. Even if he wore high heels several inches high, she could only barely reach his shoulders.

On those broad shoulders, there was a coat as black as night, which matched his black hair and eyes, looking particularly deep, mysterious and curious.

Petronilla took his hand and walked with him through the huge corridor of the battleship. He remained silent on the way, with only one or two words of small talk occasionally.

For example, Petronilla tried to ask him who the dress belonged to. It was definitely not his, obviously, but his answer was just a simple, even too dry "a friend of mine", and that was it. The answers to other questions were almost the same.

Petronilla even began to doubt whether he could learn any valuable stories from him. As his answers were always so simple, Petronilla needed to spend more time polishing the story so that it could be passed down through the ages.

They soon arrived at the door of the officers' club, faster than Petronilla expected. The attendant at the door found them. He didn't seem to recognize him at first, but he finally recognized him and rushed over as fast as he could.

"Your Excellency Marshal, I didn't know you were coming tonight."

"I didn't notify anyone." He still answered so simply, as if even one more word was a waste of words.

"Then I'm sorry, Your Excellency Marshal, there are no vacancies here tonight, but I think the VIP lounge can accommodate you. I will summon the kitchen and arrange it immediately." The waiter replied hurriedly.

"No need, we have a seat, now get out of the way." He said, pushing the waiter in front of him away, and walked straight into the club with Petronilla's arm.

Petronilla saw the waiter at a loss behind him, as if he was struggling whether to report to the supervisor, but while he was struggling, he had already led her into the depths of the club.

Most of the senior members of the fleet dining around him recognized him, and everyone stood up and saluted with their companions unconsciously, which brought a commotion and discussion in an instant.

Petronilla listened to those words, and she heard most of them were talking about how she hooked up with the marshal, and there was no lack of jealousy. They were all surprised at the female companion brought by the marshal.

But he seemed to have not heard those discussions, and took Petronilla's arm and went straight to the center of the restaurant, "That location, where is it?"

"There, sir." Petronilla pointed to a place and answered, he looked, and then walked over, and Druwa Sklin at the table saw him coming, and of course he also found the new male companion beside her.

Petronilla suspected that he didn't recognize the marshal's identity. He didn't wear golden armor as usual, but a black suit that looked like an ordinary human. But Petronilla knew that this poor disguise could not cover up his extraordinary nature.

"Who are you? How come you are with her?" Druwa really didn't recognize his identity. Unlike the senior members of the fleet, the preachers had no chance to meet him, even most of the fleet's Astartes and senior commanders.

He didn't seem to listen to the noisy noise in the hall just now, immersed in his own little world. Now he saw the man with his arm around Petronilla, and he immediately saw through it.

"I don't know who you are, but she has an appointment with me first, please let her go immediately!" Druwa stood up to protest, but his face was grim, as if he didn't hear what he said.

"Stand up." He said lightly.

"Who do you think you are? I'm Druwa! Druwa of the Skrin family!" Druwa said proudly, his voice breaking the tranquility here, but his face remained indifferent.

"I told you to stand up." He simply repeated, as if he was unwilling to waste even a word for the person in front of him, as if that would lead to the destruction of the world, the end of the world.

Petronilla looked at Druwa who was irritated by contempt. He did not stand up, but pointed at his nose from a distance, "Who are you?! Who do you think you are? Come to the Skrin family."

"I can."

"Then who are you?" Druwa shouted, but he still did not change his expression. That expression was still indifferent. Petronilla looked at that look, as if he saw an ant about to be stepped on.

"Vito Constantine, get up before my mercy is exhausted." He said coldly, but this time it was like ice water melting from the ice on a cold day in November, poured directly on Drewa It also made him jump up.

Petronilla looked at the frightened Drewa, who stood there tremblingly, looking at him with his arms trembling all over, "Your Excellency, please forgive me, I didn't know it was you."

"Now you know." He said, "Miss Pedronilla Viva will have dinner with me here tonight. There is no room available. Please leave and go find the waiter to refund your reservation fee."

"But sir, Miss Pedrónila Viva has an appointment with me first, I..."

"I didn't let you ask questions." Vito's words were like an ice cave that extinguished the last passion. When Drewa trembled in fear, Petronilla looked at the cold eyes. She did not see murderous intent in them. , maybe Vito thinks it’s more than that.

But his words had already defeated Drewa, and the young Skrein family member immediately stepped back and gave up his position. He let go of his arms and sat up, smoothing the folds of the dress at his waist.

"Take a seat for Miss Pedranilla Viva." His words were immediately carried out. Pedranilla looked at the normally arrogant Drewa who pulled out a chair for her and let herself sit on it. Then stood aside like a waiter.

She could see the fear in his eyes. He wanted to turn around and run away immediately, but his body was stiff and he stood there as if he couldn't move at all, waiting for orders like a servitor.

"Drouva of House Skrein."

"Yes, Your Excellency." Drewa said respectfully.

But he was still cold, "Remember what I said, from now on, Miss Pedronela is my personal recorder. I don't want anyone to disturb her. She will come to you, and I ask you to obey her." Any appeal, whether it’s a question or anything, do you understand?”

"Understood, my lord." Drewa responded quickly. In Pedrunila's view, he was like a poor student who was asked a question, nervous in front of a strict teacher.

"Pour the wine for us." He pointed to the side without looking, "Pour it for Miss Pedronela first."

Petronilla looked at Druid who started to move immediately. He was like a clockwork robot. He immediately turned around to face a panting waiter who came over. That person was the one at the door. In his hand Holding a bottle of wine, it should be the aged wine just found in the wine cellar, sent by the marshal.

Drois immediately took the wine from his hand, and did not forget to add, "This is what the Marshal meant!"

He used a corkscrew to unscrew the aged peach wood bottle cork, and the aroma of the wine instantly wafted out. Smelling the aroma, Pedrone was sure that this was an expensive bottle of wine.

She picked up the wine glass and asked Drois to pour a glass of wine for herself first. Then he went around to the other side, respectfully poured a glass of wine for Vito, and then stepped aside submissively to wait.

Vito raised his glass and shook the wine in it, keeping his eyes on it, "Now you can go and tell every speaker what I said before."

"Sir, please allow me to ask, do you mean that Miss Petronilla will replace Olson as the leader of the preachers from now on?" Drewa asked cautiously, as if he was afraid that his voice would be as loud as before. It offended him.

Petronila also hesitated, and she looked at him, "She is my personal attendant, and she will speak on my behalf." This couldn't be clearer.

"Understood, Your Excellency." "Very well, I have told you enough. Now leave, and I will date again."

Petronilla watched Drewe leave, his pace was very fast, and the waiter also withdrew following Vito's gesture, leaving only Petronilla and him sitting at both ends.

"Personal Attachment?" Petronilla asked with a hint of surprise.

"Yes." He said while drinking. "Congratulations, you passed the interview. Now, I have a task for you."