Warhammer: Start with a dog

"Welcome! My master."

When Malcador, who calls himself Sir Caldur, takes Magna Dorn, who is disguised as a Kroot mercenary who has never seen the world (this may not be a disguise), from the shuttle dock to the ground of the Wandering Port. , the local agent who had already received the news, a chubby businessman with a smile that made everyone feel kind and upright, and with jewelry on all ten fingers came forward to greet them, and at the same time asked his servants to Shouting away the crowd of docksiders who wanted to strike up a conversation, introduce themselves, sell something, or see if there were any opportunities.

"Nice to meet you, Bayona." The robed man who looked like a mortal old man joined their agents with the support of his Kroot mercenaries, and then went to them under the gaze of countless bright and dark eyes. Located in Phnom Penh Leji, the location is very good - it means that it is close to the store in the Court of the Dead.

According to a report of the meeting by agents of the Inquisition, the Ecclesiarchy, and the Ministry of Justice, the old man was described as "an experienced but exhausted butler who looked like he belonged to an ancient, declining family, perhaps serving an elderly man." The master and an ambitious young master who wanted to revive the family, along with a loyal mercenary attendant who had the pace of a born warrior but seemed more polite and elegant than ordinary aliens, may have been passed down from generation to generation in the family. Raising attendants with aliens also illustrates the ancient power of this family..."

Further reports from more capable and cleared agents revealed that they had conducted targeted background checks on the arrival of the two strangers, who claimed to be from the Carosini dynasty.

The conclusion is that although the Rogue Trader dynasty was still unknown before last year and could not compete with the famous or well-known local Rogue Trader dynasties such as the Harlock, Valancius, Sinos or Aguirre family, all senior agents reported to The data applications and search privileges sent by Holy Terra or Jupiter to further retrieve the dynasty's intelligence were all rejected in a secretive way or dropped into the dark. The only definite answer obtained is that Carosini is an extremely ancient dynasty of Rogue Traders. , the dynasty’s trading charter was issued personally and with blood by the Holy Emperor himself.

There is no doubt that this news has never spread among ordinary merchants, sailors or fleets, but some whispers and lucky schemes have begun to spread in the shadows of the lower decks and the central fortress or outside the blast doors of the Ministry of Justice.

Without him, in this era, any new Rogue Trader charter issued by the Holy Emperor that appears to be not strong enough to protect it is in urgent need of strong authorization and authorization in this fleet and world with countless adventurers. The cashed out border trade ports are all treasures that can be exchanged for several civilized planets immediately - if that prodigal son is willing to do so happily.

You must know that once a charter of this level is confirmed to be true, as long as it can be obtained by a person or organization with a sufficiently informed information network and sufficient ideas and abilities, even if it is to obtain an Astartes The protection promised by the Chapter is not difficult to obtain, and there are even legends that there are precedents for lucky guys to recruit Battle Sisters, Astropaths, Mechanic Priests, and even Inquisitors and Astartes to serve them at the same time.

And since the heir to the Carosini dynasty seems to be working very hard and has no intention of surrendering his precious charter just yet, considering that so far, no one in Wandering Port has seen any A large void ship from the Carosini dynasty showed off its muscles here, and no powerful and charismatic figure showed up in person to demonstrate family heritage or personal abilities. This prisoner might be promised a large amount of money at any time. When the money escapes to the port of residence or to the expansion area beyond, it is normal for someone to start calculating their valuable assets.

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"So, it is true that someone is eyeing this place and starting to harass our customers and warehouses, but you can't determine which faction here is, so you can't take effective measures in a targeted manner, so you are helpless and ask the dynasty for help?"

They passed through the twists and turns of the corridors in half of the Wandering Port, the passages that were added little by little over the centuries, the Rogue Traders and Imperial merchants who quietly and vigilantly conducted large transactions, the scribes with vigilance servitors, and the patrolling legal affairs. Members of the corps, mysterious people who secretly sell smuggled or even alien gadgets to passers-by under hoods and cloaks, bars full of mercenaries and waitresses, rows of ragged believers with incense, candles and low-quality tobacco, wine and The smoke formed by the combination of perfumes now sat in the inner room of their shop, and Bayonne served wine and snacks.

"Exactly! My respected master!" The fat businessman, who looked kind and honest at first glance, immediately shouted, "You don't know! Our business is so good! Every day There are many orders! Some large orders even need to be scheduled for two years! Someone must be jealous of us! We are such good and law-abiding citizens of the empire! These bastards from the legal department!”

The agent's eyes narrowed in anger, "We... usually give them a lot of confessions! It won't come in handy at the critical moment!"

"You said you can't determine which faction it is, so it's not surprising that the Ministry of Justice has an ambiguous attitude."

"That's right, that's right, wise sir." The agent instantly changed his gnashing teeth into a flattering but not overly flattering smile, "So..."

"Hmm?" After sniffing the glass of Danmarcene wine, the old man calmly put it back on the table. "What's the problem, Bayona. I chose you as an agent here to let you rise in rank, not just to listen to you flatter me here."

The Kroot mercenary played by Magna Dorn turned his head curiously in the direction of the fat agent - his sensors detected that the heart rate and certain hormone indicators of this seemingly normal human were fluctuating, showing his great anxiety.

"Ah, that's right, actually these are two things, my respected master."

"Then you can tell us in detail."

"First, after my efforts, I found out that the open part of the harassment is that our business is too good, and the hidden part is the charter of you and the adults behind you..."

The former imperial regent raised his eyebrows, "This is a charter issued by the Supreme Emperor of Holy Terra, with noble blood as evidence."

"No no! My lord! I mean it's because it's real..."

"Oh... Interesting, although I know that the border areas have always been lawless, we have already shown that we have resources and some people dare to take this idea. So-you mean you want us to send ships here to show the dynasty's military power, right?"

"Your Majesty! Praise the wise and brave Master of the Kalosini family and your wisdom!"

This is actually a very embarrassing situation.

Malcador thought, although they actually had no shortage of ships, and even had the most deterrent ships in the galaxy, they did not intend to openly confront the Empire here and now - as a former regent, he knew very well after roughly reading the records of nearly a hundred years that, given the current situation and their identities, any means and proposals of peace and appeasement would hardly be included in the other party's possible options.

Even he, after being known to all to have died as an Imperial hero, would not reveal his identity when using those ancient mysterious tricks, but disguised himself as some long-lost agents or simply used his authority to bypass some restrictions - thank God that Terra, Mars and Jupiter were in chaos during the period when they all thought he was dead, and there was actually a small part of the line that had not cancelled the identity of "Imperial Regent Malcador".

Even the agent Bayona was recruited by him here, instead of summoning an ancient, powerful, but definitely a thousand eyes staring at the Inquisitor who started digging deep to open a store for himself.

He thought about what other ships in their fleet in Carrick were suitable for being sent to demonstrate.

The firepower and appearance of the civilian ships were not enough. Their warships were all large warships registered under the name of the Astartes. He didn't want to be too high-profile... Hmm...

Just as the former Imperial Regent was lost in thought, Magna Dorn looked curiously at the bustling crowd on the street under his Kroot face.

A few unusually tall figures attracted his attention.

A spontaneous and very intimate feeling made Magna Dorn closely stare at the other party's every move - the intelligent mobile center of the Iron Blood often did this on the ship, and no one would think it was a problem.

But the people being stared at obviously felt the strong abnormal sight. They turned their heads and stared coldly with red eyepieces at the audacious alien who dared to look directly at the God Emperor's warriors with such blasphemous eyes.

Then, the accident happened as expected.