Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 336 The Old Man and the Dog
Magnar Dorn looked across at his teacher with delight in a finely crafted replica of Rogal Dorn's glorious Auric Armour.

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

Both of their armors were cleaned spotlessly by nimble hoop robots and attendants, while the former Imperial Regent was whispering with Angron, who was wearing his own gold and silver armor, 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 with well-organized wiring) but with gold and pure decorations in line with the Imperial aesthetic.

Ever since old Mr. Kadur Malcador discovered this good thing on the hand-made workbench left by Ramizarn, he immediately declared the first discovery ownership of it, and through some unknown means, he quickly registered the patent rights of this model of engine, appearance and extended equipment in the name of the Imperial Throne, the Ministry of the Interior and the Ministry of Military Affairs.

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

The former Imperial Regent had opened two Royal Franchise Stores in the Landing Port and Wandering Port in the Calixis Sector, which were labeled "Super-reliable anti-gravity single-person floating mobile devices that protect your joints!" and made a fortune, but only paid a portion of the income to the Iron Blood. Even Ahlin and his men could only find something wrong when they checked the accounts manually, but they could not catch Malcador's flaws.

Subsequently, in order to check the authenticity of the original sales receipts, financial statements and income statements of the product, the old man and the dog had many mild but 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 in his mouth and shake his head.

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

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

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

So today they gathered here, suspending their exploration work on the Pearl Moon, in order to collectively deal with a difficult matter.

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

Due to the need to explore the expansion zone, as well as the urgent and large-scale demand for various materials and resources by the vast population between the expansion zone and the star zone, there is a contradiction between the material allocation and transportation efficiency that is obviously complete, impossible, and simply insufficient relying solely on the Imperial Military Affairs Department and the Ministry of Justice.

It is no surprise 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 Sector.)
So, of course, when a loyal Imperial Astartes fleet commander suddenly has an idea and wants to send a ship here to see if he can do something in the anti-terrorism campaign, he will find that there are really many things he can do, not what he can do, but which one he can choose in a limited time. For example, when there is no target worth launching an expedition 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 Port on his Desert Ark. "Although this place is really convenient for us to conduct various necessary trades, I don't think it is necessary for what happened there 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 as he spoke to Kadur. "Is your Royal Charter Store so prosperous that even large bribes to the port masters and officers of the Imperial Navy cannot solve the problem?"

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

"I have ruled Nuceria, sir, and am its supreme tyrant now," the Conqueror replied coldly, "I am also the king of Bot. My teachers have long taught me what a ruler should do. I have measured most of the land I rule with my own legs."

"It is amazing that you still fight for humanity in the name of the Empire."

"When conditions are really poor, a rule where at least some people are fighting is better than a rule without any order at all." Angron's face showed a trace of helplessness and fatigue. "I am not a god, but at least I can manage my own home. I don't have much spare energy, but I will do what I can."

Deep wrinkles appeared on Kadur's old face. He squinted his eyes and looked at the face that, in his memory, had almost completely lost its human features and was left with only endless rage.

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

"I hope so too," the Twelfth Primarch replied. "I miss him too."

(End of this chapter)