Warhammer Inquisitor

Silver and iron-colored trays were constantly served on the table, and the waiters kept shuttling through the surrounding restaurants, bringing aged wine, delicacies, and various delicacies that Petronilla had never seen before.

They all had flattering smiles and kept coming and going, but Vito kept an indifferent expression from the beginning to the end, neither smiling nor responding, just sitting there like a stone sculpture made of ice, Petronilla wisely did not break the silence, and he finally spoke only after the table was filled with delicacies and the waiter lit the last candle and left.

"Are you satisfied with these things?" "Are you talking about Anglom's steak, or Sylvasis's aged wine, or the fruit of Badabvia, or the previous performance by Droy?" "All." "Yes, then, I am satisfied, very satisfied in fact."

He picked up a glass of wine and shook the wine in the glass, let the aroma of the wine flow down his nose into his throat, tasted it first, and then sent it into his mouth.

"Very well, as a matter of fact, you also satisfy me, Miss Petronilla." "I am honored, Your Excellency the Marshal."

"Since you are already my personal preacher, your first obligation is not to call me Your Excellency the Marshal, or Your Excellency, Your Excellency Waiting, or the Great God. I hate the last one the most."

"Call me by name."

"As you wish, Constantine." Petronilla said, paying attention to the slight change of expression on his face, the slight expression was fleeting, but still did not escape Petronilla's vision.

He shook the wine glass, staring at the wine in it, as if looking at a work of art, before speaking after a long time, "Konstantin? My name is Vito, isn't it?"

"That's indeed a name, but it's not yours. It's just a pseudonym. Just like all mysterious immortals, you have changed too many names. This one is just one of them that has been used a little longer."

In fact, it is the longest. Petronila heard that Vito used to change his name every hundred years in Old Terra to deceive people. The name Vito has been used for more than 10,000 years, which is considered the longest. one already.

"And the name Constantine has not changed since you were born, when your parents gave you this name on your name day, you have never changed it, Constantine, which means in Old Russian, sacred."

"Well, do you know? You make me more satisfied. Few people know the meaning of this name anymore. Most of them look for the answer from the scriptures of the state religion, and that is the wrong answer."

"Indeed, people today seldom gain enlightenment and knowledge from the past. For example, most people will think that your accent is the Roman Latin spoken by His Majesty the Emperor, and regard it as the pure language, but few Someone realized that your accent has nothing to do with Rome, it's a Spanish-Latin accent."

Very good, I saw a slight sense of surprise on his face, he raised his head, stared at himself wordlessly and took a sip of wine before posting, "It seems that I underestimated the scope of your knowledge, Miss Petronella, you know more than I expected, which proves that you have a lot of knowledge and a lot of responsibility."

"Thank you, Constantine, what I know is still limited, so I am eager to get more stories and truths from you." Petronilla picked up a sweet grape, and she put it in her mouth, After chewing and chewing, the juice flowed from the back of her lips.

He looked at the juice on his lips, picked up a grape and played with it in his hand, and put it under the firelight, observing the core reflected by the light, "I can't guarantee the truth, but if you want to hear a story , I will tell you everything I know, but everything has a bargaining chip, and this is the same."

"So, what is the price of the story? Do you need me to exchange it in the way you like?"

Petronila said, her fingers hooked the low-cut skirt, pulled it down to one side and exposed the breasts below, which were smooth as porcelain breasts, round but glamorous, like a pair of white jade.

He smiled at his cleavage, and the exposed pink half, and raised his glass in approving respect to the thing, but put it down quickly and leaned back in the chair.

"Why do you think I'm interested in this?"

"It's a pity, I've heard a lot of rumors that Constantine is promiscuous and has had affairs with many women for thousands of years. If it weren't for your extraordinary power that cannot be passed on to mortals, I am afraid that your descendants and grandchildren will be famous all over the world." The world is over."

Facing Petronilla's faint smile, Vito also had a smile on the corner of his mouth. He looked at the grapes rolling between his fingers, "There are always many rumors, some are true and some are false." "Then I will know what those are Really?" "You will, maybe one day, but not now, now you can satisfy me with something else."

Vito was still playing with the grapes as he spoke. He hadn’t eaten a bite of anything since just now, but kept drinking, so Petronilla didn’t eat either. The table was full of delicacies in front of them, but they were ignored. .

From the corner of Pedronela's eyes, he could see the worried club waiter. He was worried that the food he served would not taste like the marshal, and if the marshal was dissatisfied and angry, he could not afford the consequences. People have heard of the marshal's anger. Pedro Nila calls it "Summer Thunder's Fury"

But she also knew that the waiter's worry was unnecessary, she didn't notice any lightning, nor did she have any anger, he just didn't finish his sentence.

His silence lasted for a while, and then he took another sip of wine before speaking, "You can satisfy me with other contributions, do you know Anthony?"

"The Antony?" "The Antony from my council, the one from Terra." "Ah, the Antony sent by Guilliman, yes, I'm afraid no one doesn't know him, and I hear he displeases you. "You heard the rumors right."

Vito leaned back in the chair, staring at his neck with obsidian eyes, looking at the star gem hanging on it, "I want you to approach, investigate and report to me everything you know about Anthony, as long as I am alone, there is no other."

"I want you to use your identity as a preacher to interview him, understand him, and get the story and the truth behind it. This is your job, the task I give you."

After he finished speaking, he became quiet, which meant that he allowed himself to answer the question. Petronilla's fingers stroked the exquisite flower carvings on the armrest. She buried her head in thought for a moment, then raised her head, "I'm just an ordinary woman. , Anthony is in a high position, I am afraid that he will close the door and reject me like everyone else."

"You are not an ordinary woman, Petronilla, but it is true that knowledge is not as conspicuous as your title and status, which makes people look at you differently, but that is the past, not the present."

Vito's face was dancing with flames, he turned the grape in his hand, and there was a light green light in it, he raised his head and looked at Petronia and pointed at her, "Now, you are my private The narrator, Droy, and those who are here tonight will spread the news, and before dawn tomorrow, no one will dare to refuse any of your requests, and they will not refuse."

"Anthony, and anyone else, would be more than happy to communicate with a confidant of mine, and a woman who will have a private affair, and they will even flatter you, satisfy you, and sweet talk you to dedicate to them at my pillow. Praise."

Petronilla listened to the possibility of the future that should have been gratifying and ecstatic, but saw thorns and smelled blood in it, which was far less beautiful than what he said.

Under the flowers of roses, there are often the deadliest spikes hidden, and some are even poisonous.

This is a great honor. In fact, it has surpassed many senior generals. Her words can reach the heavens, and she can directly meet the marshal, and send words of praise or vicious slander to the marshal's ears. The person in the words will usher in bad luck.

Petronilla looked at Vito silently for a moment, narrowing his eyes slightly, "What is the price for such a generous gift?"

Everything has a price, this is what Petronilla understood when she was very young. She has seen too many deals, promises and betrayals afterwards in her father's mansion. She knows that nothing is free in this world, especially From a population of his stature.

Vito leaned his hands on the table, he put down the wine glass, and with the other hand he was still holding the grapes, playing with them with his fingertips, but that action suddenly made Petronilla shudder.

"The price is very simple, anyone can do it, loyalty, I want loyalty, absolute loyalty." He twirled the grapes, "Among your rumors, have you ever heard of people who betrayed me? How is it?"

"There are some," she replied, and Vito laughed, "Then I believe some of them are real." The grapes suddenly stopped, and then he crushed them, and the juice dripped like blood under the firelight. flowing between his fingers.

He took a tablecloth from the table and wiped the juice from his hands, and Petronilla watched the movement like an executioner scrubbing a butcher's knife.

"But you don't need to remember those things. Loyal people don't have to worry about bad luck coming to their door. I will bring them good luck and the glory they crave."

"You will get the stories you want, many of which I have never mentioned to others. You will leave your name in history and become the greatest narrator. Your secretary and biography will last forever, surpassing the sages of all generations."

As he spoke, he loosened the tablecloth, and the cloth fell lightly on the tabletop, but Petronilla only noticed the traces of moisture remaining on it, and he sat in front of the table with his chin propped up, his eyes slightly narrowed, " You're a smart man, smarter than most self-proclaimed maesters, and it's not all because of the knowledge in your head that I say that."

"And it's also because you are bold enough to grab an opportunity when it presents itself. Even if it's dangerous, you won't let it go easily." He smiled lightly, staring at the earrings on his ears, "I can't remember clearly. The first time someone dared to sarcasm in front of me, when was the time when he tried to provoke me, do you want to know his ending?"

"No, not really." "Indeed, you don't need to know, if you're smarter than him."

He held his fingers in front of his face, and the eyes as dark as night reflected fire, "You took the opportunity boldly, and you are also very smart, knowing how to judge the situation and make the right choice. You used your coat as bait on the shooting range , very clever, Peter, I think Bell was surprised by that."

"My honor, Constantine." Petronilla said calmly, but she had already seen that he was the leader of this conversation. He was like a little rabbit when he was hunting when he was a child. At gunpoint, whether to shoot depends on the hunter's fleeting thoughts.

He smiled, took another grape from the fruit bowl, broke off the stalk and held it to his mouth, "You will continue to make the right decision, Petronella, I believe you will, and I will tell you Anything you want to know, anything."

"Anything, Constantine." "Anything, unless you want to ask me, how to kill me or the Emperor for good." He smiled provocatively, but Petronilla felt nothing but a chill from it. , although what he said didn't mean any threat at all, but the words themselves were dangerous.

She was silent for a while, and decided to reply, "You are gods, and gods cannot be killed."

"Of course gods can also be killed, and forget it, that's not important." He smiled again, and played with the grape in his hand again, "I will tell you many things, and you can record them as your own. Grades, can also be used to trade with other speakers if necessary, I'm sure they'll be interested too, from other angles, you can know different aspects of the same thing, so as to find the right answer from the puzzle .”

"Of course, it's up to you, now that you know my conditions, now you can answer." He smiled, and Petronilla raised her glass after a moment of thought, she toasted him, and then After drinking the wine in the glass, he drank it down without leaving a drop.

Vito smiled, this time he didn't crush the Portuguese tart, but threw it into his mouth, "Now, let's start tasting the delicious food."