Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 489 Father's eyes watch over and protect us-

"Tell me about the Great Whirlpool? Pe... Pepe?"

Walking on the newly built second-floor walkway in Wandering Port, one of the dynasty's archons looked at the starry sky outside the new French windows with his ice-blue eyes.

From the side where they are now, there is no sign of activity of the terrible subspace storm "Big Mouth" that separates Wandering Port and Landing Port, but you can see the bloated light blue gas giant planet in the Rubicon II system and the bright spots distributed in the asteroid belt. These spots will never go out in units of days, and only the workers illuminated by them will be replaced in three shifts.

These are the recently reclaimed, large-scale hydroponic farms and assembly line factories belonging to the Kalosini Dynasty.

These two mysterious, adventurous and wealthy dynasty archons seem to have no concerns about the low-value business projects that cannot be moved or taken away and look as crisp as juicy apples and peaches being plundered by pirates, orcs, dark elves or their peers, and are wantonly expanding their investment here.

Many outlaws or drunken pirates with shallow thinking ability may easily regard this as a short-sighted and stupid behavior of novices, but senior officials and rogue merchants with more strategic vision have expressed great concerns about this.

Because the dynasty "security guards"' blatant contempt for the imperial law and the Astartes Order has never attracted more attention from the Inquisition. On the contrary, most of the inquisitors or their representatives who have been stationed here for many years have begun to evacuate one after another, which makes the imperial personnel left behind confused and even more afraid to act rashly.

The big merchants held a dispensable but not optimistic attitude towards this: in any case, the fact that primary agricultural products, fresh water and basic industrial products began to be supplied in sufficient quantities was not a bad thing for them in this most remote and barren corner of the galaxy, but it was not a good thing either.

Originally, they only needed to simply transport relatively low-priced food, beverages and other resources from other agricultural star regions to come here to exchange for rare, unknown but potentially very valuable exploration gains from aliens or explorers, but now they have to choose some rarer and more expensive goods.

Although this will not reduce their profits, it will increase the cost risk and further increase the threshold for small merchants to enter the industry.

Many small vendors with equally meager capital and profits have turned to work in the factories of the Carosini Dynasty, where the survival resources are more stable, which is much better than the risk of being robbed by pirates or worse things that appear out of nowhere one day, or having their throats cut and all their wealth robbed in the dark of the alley.

So after a period of peaceful, natural, and unnoticed slow transformation, the Merchant Guild suddenly discovered that the Kalosini Dynasty had quietly and without resistance gathered more than 70% of the labor force in Wandering Port and the surrounding areas in their own facilities, and this number was still increasing, which made the remaining big merchants begin to become vigilant.

These facilities of the Kalosini Dynasty, which have surprisingly abundant and stable energy supplies, now accommodate a large number of migrant workers who are willing to exchange their labor for food, fresh water and throne coins, and the children of these families are sent to schools opened on a newly developed asteroid.

After considering and listening to the preaching of the priest wearing the holy skull helmet, most parents chose to withdraw some throne coins from their wages to board their children in the school, because this would free up the mothers and older children in the family to work in the factory, and the older people could also take up the profession of taking care of children in the school.

In short, according to the Emperor's angels who would come back and forth to preach among mortals, this way a family could earn double or even more wages, create more value for the throne, and dedicate more of their own loyalty - and the factory and school would provide two meals, which was much more cost-effective than leaving the mother at home to take care of the elderly and children!

This gave rise to more urgent needs for accommodation around these factories and schools. At the same time, in order to facilitate unified management and planning of school bus shuttle routes within the galaxy, several asteroids were bought by the wealthy dynasty. Under the open or covert observation of the Mechanical Temple of Wandering Port and the increasing number of Ohm Messiah believers who flew in to observe, they were skillfully installed with energy systems and gravity generating devices. Then many ecological domes of different sizes sprang up like mushrooms after rain... like mushrooms after rain.

But just when everyone thought that the Kalosini Dynasty was going to run some profitable docks or rent out these comfortable domes to the nobles as villas or places of enjoyment, the new orders of the archons left the nobles and merchants puzzled - according to the order, the "security guards" of the Kalosini Dynasty quickly built many so-called "workers' new villages" on them, and rented them out to ordinary farmers or workers' families who worked for them at low prices that seemed to make no money!

The exterior is a simple multi-storey accommodation building with yellow and black stripes painted in the original color of cement. The design is rare, but it is square and solid. Each suite is enough to accommodate a whole family. Short-distance passenger terminals have been built on all these asteroids under their name, and there are also small aircraft operated by the dynasty for transportation.

Now, as soon as the end of get out of class or work time stipulated by the Carosini Dynasty comes, you can see them swarming out like migrating birds from the central observation tower, command deck or the monitor of the Mechanical Temple on the Roaming Port. Short-distance shuttles began to carry out a large number of inter-system transportation activities.

The original shuttle dock guild pilots and workers in Wandering Harbor were a huge force, but now they are as quiet as chickens - most of the workers have entered the factory, and more than half of the pilots in the guild have heard about their wages. After receiving the benefits, they enthusiastically devoted themselves to this new job, which was more stable and had pleasant passengers. The remaining people were also very satisfied: after the number of competitors decreased, the demand of tourists and the port itself improved the income and mood of the remaining pilots at the same time. Greatly improved, service attitude has become more friendly.

The final result is that there are fewer and fewer idlers roaming the harbor doing nothing. The owners of shops and bars feel that people's tempers have become kinder and business is more prosperous. The missionaries of the state church are stunned to find that the donated Although the number has greatly increased, they can find fewer people who are willing to follow them to explore the wild galaxy. Even the new arrivals will soon be taken away by the impatient professional agents at the dock. Only the determined pilgrims He will continue to make a pilgrimage to the "Torch of Holy Pius" and receive the "Holy Communion Cup" - but after listening to the sermons of those tall angel priests, it is hard to say how much can be left for the state church.

Centered around the Court of the Dead, where restaurants and specialty shops are located, "security guards" wearing silver power armor were sent to demolish a large number of complex and dangerous old illegal buildings, and the public could see them and the same people every day. The "engineers" wearing silver power armor were gesticulating excitedly, but no matter what, in the end, the new roads and cabins were re-planned, taking into account both beauty and solidity, even the most picky chief designer of Wandering Port Father Ackles could find no fault with it.

Nowadays, some non-main roads are almost empty except for cleaners and servitors during working hours, so that uninterrupted walks like this have become possible.

"Why do you suddenly want to know this?" Walking to the left of Lamizane, Perturabo BC turned his eyes from behind his special eyepiece and looked at him inquiringly.

"Well, I don't know why I'm always paying attention to the extreme star field these days. When I look at the star map, I think of the Maelstrom... I think it might be that Guilliman is about to wake up? But Master Kadu'er The men leading the team have not found any movement from the Spiritual Death Army or anyone else."

"His psychic abilities are still not as good as before. After all, his divination methods are not so popular in the current universe." The border collie patted its tail lazily, "Besides, it's not mainly because you didn't pay enough attention when you were reading. So much so that you can’t remember the relationship between the specific time and place! If you don’t even remember the general direction in which such a major event will occur, it’s almost like finding a needle in a haystack!”

"Then how can you blame me! Who would bother to read all the relevant books! How can I have that extra time! I spend two hours just taking care of you every day!"

"Oh, first of all, I'm not your dog. What does the time you spend with your dog have to do with me? Secondly... Hey, wait a minute."

Perturabo BC maneuvered his fearless vehicle under camouflage and turned around. From the outside, the Archon turned sideways and looked at the entrance of the passage they came up from.

A face with an excited expression and a pair of sea pine green, radiant eyes first emerged from the shadows, and Lamizane heard Perturabo BC let out a roar mixed with anger or more complicated emotions.

"What's wrong? Isn't that Togaton?"

The dog curled up his canine lips and lowered them, and he unconsciously licked the tip of his nose - of course, this was handled appropriately by the hallucination camouflage as the brown-eyed Archon licked his lips.

"You're right," he murmured, "that's Tarik Torgadun."

Lamizane glanced at Perturabo BC strangely, then turned to ask Togaton, who walked in front of them and saluted the two highnesses.

"What's wrong? What kind of urgent matter makes you come here to see us directly? The Black Templars are not satisfied. They went to see Magna's duty list one by one, or Lucius is clamoring to find his Highness Angron again, otherwise Are you about to die of a broken heart? I told Tavitz to shut up Lucius and stop shouting Angron’s name like that so that everyone can hear it!”

"No, no, Your Highness! It's the goods we purchased from the Ultramar sector..." Luna Wolf said excitedly, "It was robbed by pirates!"

"...Why are you so happy that our ordered goods have been pirated? Tariq?"

"Of course! Your Highness! According to tradition, an expedition must be held immediately as punishment! We are about to go to the gladiatorial cage for a duel to decide who can be the commander of the expedition fleet! Now the Emperor's Champion of the Black Templars We are already fighting on our own!"

"..."

"..."

Perturabo BC looked at the ledger in front of him in silence, and bared his canine teeth again.

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The other side of the universe...less than halfway there.

Although the Great Vortex is not as large as the Eye of Terror, which was caused by the sudden tearing of the real universe by the birth of Slaanesh, its superior geographical location makes it a more favored safe haven for pirates and a prosperous and shady trade zone as most studies now believe that it "appeared" in the natural environment.

Galactic Center.

Such a geographical location at the center of the galaxy makes it possible to distribute and circulate any stolen goods.

As one of the lengthy and digitalized administrative names given to it by the Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs, the name of this area in the official documents of the Empire before the Badab War was "Maelstrom Adjacent Autonomous Imperial Resource Extraction Zone Grid 004-357", and it was described in the documents under it as "the galactic center area between the Solar Segmentum and the Ultra Segmentum".

So it is obvious that the wealth of this area, especially the Extreme Star Region, is the important foundation for supporting more than a hundred alien empires, pirate groups, chaos warbands and worlds in the Great Vortex.

This is of course not to say that there is anything wrong with being rich, but the fact that it is rich to a certain extent that it can be rebuilt all the time is the undeniable factor that these guys can harvest every once in a while.

As a pilot or half navigator of some planned spaceships of "Hongsuo of this time", the mechanical priest Cecilin, who was invaded by the annihilator virus, extracted a series of destination data from the remaining storage crystals through the exquisite recovery technology of the master of medicine.

Since he could not judge which planet he originally planned to plunder... well, get some decent food and drink, he decided to open the bird divination scanning array on the way to the Extreme Star Region to see if he could find any merchant ships passing by.

Although Vannas and Grendel were pessimistic about this, after all, even if it was a mature route, the void was too empty compared to the ships sailing in it, not to mention that they could not know in advance what cargo the passing merchant ships would carry. Perhaps they could only get a ship of unhusked grains or something worse after working hard for a long time. It was like throwing a net into the sea and expecting to catch a net full of fat Grox beasts.

"How is it?" On the merchant ship they had just captured, which was full of customized fresh fruits and vegetables, processed cans and bottles of various secondary agricultural products, and a large number of rare metals and smelted ingots that could be well processed into weapons and a large number of accompanying processing equipment, Hong Suo stood up from the cargo hold with a smile and clapped his hands. "I said, my father's eyes are watching and protecting us."

"Maybe." Vannas looked around cautiously, "For some reason, I feel like I'm being watched, and it's very ominous." But when the current Dark Raven Guard looked over, there were only the terrified eyes of the captured merchant crew.

"Ha! Don't worry about those worldly opinions, Vannas. Let's take stock of our gains first. Then we can decide whether to go to the original planet..."