Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Pedrónila Viva changed her clothes. This expensive dress was delivered by a servitor. When he handed the dress to Pedrónila, she knew that it was expensive. .

This dress is made of tiny diamonds. The surface of the dress is shimmering with sparkling light. The soft fabric as white as snow clings to her body like skin, and the waistband also perfectly shows off her figure. waistline to support the cleavage at the low-cut opening.

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

After she changed into her dress, she came here to join him, ignoring the surprise and questioning of her roommate. He came earlier, and the golden battle armor on his body had also faded, and he put on a black evening dress. But she was still tall. Even if she put on a few inches of high heels, she could only be at the same level as his shoulders.

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

Pedrone held his hand and walked with him through the huge corridor of the battleship. He remained silent during the journey, only occasionally chatting.

For example, Pedronela tried to ask him who the clothes belonged to. It was definitely not his, it was obvious, but his answer was just a simple, even too dry "a friend of mine" and that was it. The answers to other questions are pretty much the same.

Pedrone even began to doubt whether she could learn any valuable stories from him. As his answers were always so simple, Pedrone would need to spend more time polishing the story. , Only in this way can it be remembered forever.

They quickly arrived at the door of the officers' club, faster than Pedronela expected. The attendant at the door noticed them. He didn't seem to recognize him at the first time, but he finally recognized him, and then spoke with the final words. Caught up quickly.

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

"I didn't notify anyone." He answered simply, as if even one more word was wasted.

"I'm sorry, Marshal, there is no room here tonight, but I think the VIP lounge can accommodate you. I will summon the chef and arrange the place immediately." The waiter replied hurriedly.

"No need, we have a seat, get out of the way now." He said, pushing aside the waiter in front of him, holding Pedronela's arm and walking straight into the club.

Pedronela saw the waiter looking at a loss behind him, as if he was debating whether to report it to the supervisor, but just as he was debating, he had already led himself deep into the club.

Most of the senior members of the fleet dining around recognized him, and everyone unconsciously stood up and saluted with their companions. In an instant, there was a lot of noise and discussion.

Pedranilla listened to those words. She heard most of them talking about how she hooked up with the Marshal. Some of them were full of jealousy. They were all surprised by the female companion the Marshal brought.

But as if he didn't hear the discussion, he walked straight to the center of the restaurant with Pedrone on his arm, "Where is that location?"

"There, Your Excellency." Petronilla pointed to a place and replied. He looked at it, and then walked over. Drew Skrein, who was at the table, saw himself walking towards him. Of course, he also noticed the new person beside her. Male companion.

Petronilla suspected that he did not recognize the identity of the marshal. He was not wearing the golden armor as usual, but was wearing black clothes that were no different from ordinary humans. But Pedronniera knew that this Poor disguise cannot conceal the extraordinary and holy nature underneath.

"Who are you? How come you are with her?" Drewa did not recognize his identity as expected. Unlike the senior members of the fleet, the speakers had not had the chance to see him, and even most of the fleet's Stat and senior commanders.

He didn't seem to listen to the noisy noise in the hall just now, and was immersed in his own little world. Now that he saw the man holding his arm next to Petronila, he immediately understood.

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

"Stand up." He said calmly.

"Who do you think you are? I am Drewa! Drewa of the Skrein family, me!" Drewa said proudly, his voice breaking the original tranquility here, but his face remained indifferent.

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

Petronilla looked at Drewa, who was irritated by contempt. He did not stand up, but pointed to his nose in the distance, "Who are you?! Who do you think you are, a member of the Skrein family."

"Indeed I can."

"Then who are you?" Drewa shouted, but his expression still did not change. His expression was still extremely cold. When Pedrunilla looked at that look, it was as if she saw an ant about to be trampled to death. .

"Vito Constantine, get up before my mercy runs out." He said coldly, but this time it was like pouring ice water melted from the ice on a cold November day directly on Druva, making him jump up directly.

Petronilla looked at the terrified Druva, who stood there trembling, trembling all over as he looked at him with his arms around him, "Sir, please forgive me, I didn't know it was you."

"Now you know." He said, "Miss Petronilla Viva will have dinner with me here tonight. There are no empty seats. You, leave and ask the waiter to refund your reservation fee."

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

"I didn't ask you to ask questions." Vito's words extinguished the last enthusiasm like an ice cave. When Druva was trembling in fear, Petronilla looked at the cold eyes. She didn't see the murderous intent in them. Maybe Vito felt more than that.

But his words had already defeated Druye, and the young Skrin family member immediately stepped back and gave up the position. He loosened his arms and sat on it, smoothing the wrinkles of the dress at his waist.

"Sit down for Miss Petronilla Viva." His words were immediately executed. Petronilla watched the usually arrogant Druye pull out a chair for her and let her sit on it, and then stood aside like a waiter.

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

"Druye of the Skrin family."

"Yes, sir." Druye said respectfully.

He was still cold, "Remember what I said, from now on, Miss Petronilla is my personal recorder, I don't want anyone to disturb her, she will come to you, and I ask you to obey any of her requests, whether it is a problem or anything, do you understand?"

"I understand, sir." Druwa responded quickly. In the eyes of Petronilla, he was like a poor student who was asked a question, and was very nervous in front of a strict teacher.

"Wine, pour us." He pointed to the side without even looking, "Pour Miss Petronilla first."

Petronilla looked at Druwa who moved immediately. He was like a clockwork robot. He immediately turned around to greet a waiter who came panting. That person was the one at the door. He held a bottle of wine in his hand. It should be the aged wine just found in the wine cellar and sent by the marshal.

Droye immediately took the wine from him, and added, "This is what the Marshal meant!"

He used a corkscrew to unscrew the old mahogany cork, and the aroma of the wine in it instantly wafted out. Petronilla could be sure that this was a bottle of expensive wine by smelling the aroma.

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

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

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

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

"Understood, sir." "Very good, I have told you enough, leave now, I will make another appointment."

Petronilla watched Deruy leave, his steps were fast, and the waiter also withdrew following Vito's gesture, leaving only Petronilla and him sitting at both ends.

"Personal attendant?" Petronilla asked with a little surprise.

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