Warhammer: Start with a dog

Magnar Dorn looked across at his teacher in delight in a finely crafted replica of Rogal Dorn's glorious Auric Armour.

Perturabo BC was sitting in his modified Contemptor Dreadnought, taking his camouflaged but more functional Dreadnought helmet off the magnetic lock at his waist and buckling it onto his solemn and handsome furry head.

Both of their armours were cleaned spotlessly by nimble iron ring robots and attendants, while the former Imperial Regent was whispering to Angron in his own gold and silver armour on the other side - Angron was standing and Sir Kadur was standing on a small anti-gravity floating platform that looked simple in design (simple but well-wired) but with gold and pure decorations in line with the Imperial aesthetic.

Since Mr. Kadur Malcador found this good thing on the manual workbench left by Ramizane, he immediately claimed the first discovery ownership, and quickly registered the patent rights of this model engine, appearance and extension equipment in the name of the Imperial Throne, the Ministry of the Interior and the Ministry of Military Affairs through some unknown means.

While carrying his own body with him, Perturabo BC, who was busy exploring and diving to study the ocean problems on Pearl Moon, realized that he needed to deal with the sales problem of "a semi-autonomous anti-gravity dog-pulled sled that can be used to walk the dog in various sitting or lying positions" which was actually made by someone to be lazy but was ruthlessly rejected by his own dog.

The former Imperial Regent had opened two Royal Franchise stores in the Calixis Sector’s Landing Port and Wandering Port, which were “also loved by the Emperor and his descendants!” and “Super-reliable anti-gravity single-person floating mobile device, take care of your joints!” and made a fortune, but only paid part of the income to the Iron Blood. Even Ahlin and his team could only find something wrong with the manual reconciliation, but could not find Malcador’s flaws.

Later, in order to check the original sales vouchers, financial statements and profit and loss statements of the product, the old man and the dog had many mild and very rude public conflicts on the Iron Blood, including but not limited to Malcador’s staff being used to grind teeth or someone secretly washing the Lamy pillow that Perturabo BC liked to hold and shake his head with.

In short, when Angron, who was very tired, complained to Magna, "I really don't know how the Empire and Olympia could function normally under the rule of these two guys!"

And Magna, who looked like Dorn wearing a helmet, understood and gave Angron a warm hug and a heart-shaped cream waffle that he borrowed from the kitchen to make.

——This thing is still used as a weapon grindstone beside the fighting pit of the Desert Ark. The heart-shaped design is considered to be a stroke of genius.

So today they gathered here and suspended the exploration of Pearl Moon in order to collectively solve a difficult problem.

——As we all know, the Calixis Sector and its Kronos Expansion after the Wandering Port and the Landing Port have always been a place, well, it cannot be said to be a lawless place, but it can also be said to be a paradise or a burial place for many people who are far away from the Imperial regulators or not protected by the Empire, the huge merchant wanderer dynasty, individual small charter ships, border worlds, the Mechanicus exploration fleet, the Imperial Expeditionary Force, or any gold diggers who want to find opportunities.

Due to the need to explore the expansion zone, and the contradiction between the urgent and large-scale needs of the people in the expansion zone and the star zone for various materials and resources and the contradiction between the material allocation and transportation efficiency that is obviously completely, impossible, and insufficient by relying solely on the Imperial Military Affairs Department and the Ministry of Justice.

It is not surprising that trade, cold trade (Note 1) and black market trade are extremely prosperous here. (Note 1: Usually refers to the very frequent but non-public illegal trade of alien products, antiques, knowledge, technology, and even very popular dangerous alien creatures in the Calixis star zone.)

So, of course, when a loyal commander of the Imperial Astartes fleet suddenly has a flash of inspiration and plans to send a ship here to see if he can do something in sweeping...fighting illegal, he will find that there are really many things to do, not what he can do, but which one he can choose to start with within a limited time.

For example, when there is no expedition worth launching for three years, a strike cruiser of the Black Templars Chapter is here...

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"No need, to be honest, no need." Angron Petra said as he jumped out of Mandeville Point in an uninhabited star system outside Wandering Harbor on his Desert Ark. "Although this place is really convenient for us to carry out various trades, I don't think what happened on it is necessary to expose any of my brothers and me. I hope that it will not develop to the point where any of us need to come forward to solve it, because it will bring too much unnecessary attention and trouble to us now. Perturabo told me this, and I agree. What we need most now is time, time without interruption."

He frowned deeply when talking to Kadur, "Is your Royal Chartered Store so prosperous that bribing the port supervisor and the officers of the Imperial Navy cannot solve the problem?"

The former regent raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Oh, you actually know this, I thought you would accuse me of not bringing them anger and order to build a better living environment."

"I have ruled Nuceria, Sir, and am now its supreme tyrant." The Conqueror King responded coldly, "I am also the king of Bot. My teacher has long taught me what a ruler should do. I have measured most of the land I rule in the world with my own legs."

"That's amazing. You are still fighting for humanity in the name of the Empire."

"When there are really no conditions, a rule where at least there are people fighting is better than no order at all." Angron's face showed a trace of helplessness and fatigue, "I am not a god, but I can at least manage my own home. I don't have much spare power, but I will do what I can."

The wrinkles on Kadur's old face were deeply revealed. He squinted his eyes and looked at the face that had almost completely lost its human appearance in his memory and was left with endless rage.

"You have a very good teacher and father," he said at last, "I look forward to meeting him someday and having a cup of tea together."

"I hope so too." The twelfth Primarch replied, "I miss him too."