Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 342 We Can't Allow the Crystal Maze to Expand Any Further
Just as it is written in all stories before and now.

When the most important character dialogues and scenes at the door of "Silver Mask Royal Licensed Single-person Floating Device Store Roaming Port Headquarters" had ended, members of the two theoretical management factions here finally arrived.

The Imperial Navy officers from the Central Fortress and the legal officers from the Ministry of Justice behind the blast-proof doors all came and claimed that they had priority in investigating the events that took place there.

The two sides brought their fire teams and investigators to the door of the store, ready to take the opportunity to compete with each other.

Before the sweaty, fat agent made the difficult decision of agreeing with either side, the third uninvited guest came and interrupted their tense argument, and successfully made the first two return in disappointment.

When the Inquisitor's Rosette (Note 1) was presented, even the arbitrator from the Ministry of Justice was unable to convince the other party.

So in the end, Inquisitor Lenita Reiss of the Calixis Conclave of the Ordo Xenos sat on her power heels before the unfortunate Bayona, who was once again shaking like a sieve.

When everyone thought that "Lucky Fatty" Bayona was finally going to say goodbye to his good luck this time, the Inquisitor and her monks left the royal franchise store without saying a word. According to some gossips in the bar afterwards, Inquisitor Reiss told her monks, "If I die on the loyal road of hunting aliens and heretics, and you can't trust anyone, then send whatever I have left here, and it will be considered a success!"

Coupled with the unusually quick departure of the Black Angels of the Emperor after the unwitnessed battle that day, the rumors about this mysterious store circulating in Wandering Port and its surrounding asteroids and merchant ships have successfully escalated to the point that the store has a strong backer, perhaps with support not only from the Calixis Conclave, but even from an unspeakable higher level.

There were some voices of opposition or refutation to this rumor at first, and some even believed that within seven days, they would receive news that this store had closed down and the mysterious merchant dynasty behind it had been struck by the Emperor's angels and excommunicated by the state religion.

Until one morning, everyone who passed through the Gold-rimmed Columns and the Court of the Dead began to look through the shop's arrogant, grand and bright new floor-to-ceiling windows with curiosity and awe at the three black-armored Astartes monks stationed inside, kneeling in the center with their foreheads pressed against the swords in devout prayer. The iconic Templar Cross was eye-catching and majestic on their white shoulder armor.

Bayona, a fat man with a big belly and a smug look on his face, was laughing and loudly soliciting customers at the door of the store, and making them believe, "Oh, it's okay. Are you an alien wizard? Are they the Black Templar? Don't be afraid, they are here to protect you! As long as you don't step into their circle, you won't be attacked!"

When the first wandering wizard, who was not daring but lost everything in the "last chance", was asked to walk in and pass by the three black killing gods in his tattered robe and holding a bag of throne coins in public, and then buy a set of newly produced anti-gravity self-following Reka coffee and breakfast machine for his winning master, all the eyes of the people and the observers were on him and the three Black Templar monks who were famous for their fanatical crusade and eradication of aliens, heretics and wizards.

After all, Bayona was standing at the counter and the door with his men as usual, and there seemed to be no means to restrain these powerful Angels of the Emperor. The unfathomable and powerful psychic of the Kalosini Dynasty was also witnessed leaving here with the Black Templars before.

As for the life details of the "Lucky Fatty", it was not difficult to investigate in Wandering Port. He was just a mortal businessman without any psychic powers or talents, and was cautious. He used to be engaged in small business and brokerage in the galaxy. The only thing worth mentioning was that he was always lucky in small things and was always kind.

When the unlucky and bad-looking wandering wizard dragged one leg into the store, Bayona immediately greeted him warmly. The fat man swore that he would never mishear the pleasant sound of the throne coin in the bag. "Welcome to Silver Mask! So what do you want to buy, my dear guest!"

The wandering wizards had been told what to do, and the window was so large and bright that their activities in the store could be seen even from outside the door.

The heretic gritted his teeth and said, "I... I want to see all the new models of Reka coffee and breakfast machines you have here!" He stretched out a dirty, claw-like finger from his robe and pointed it in the direction of the three Black Templar monks who were half-kneeling and praying - the shelf at the back, and even drew a circle around them very clearly (someone outside the door began to gasp).

The humming sound of the power armor's servo joints became noticeably louder, and the red eyepieces of the Black Templars flashed maliciously at the incoming heretic, but they did not move. To be precise, one Black Templar, whose wrists were bound with a gun and a sword by thick iron chains, seemed to want to jump up and give this filthy heretic a barrage of explosives or a sword on the head. This was what all the onlookers wanted to see. No matter what, as long as they attacked the guests,

But what surprised everyone was that the Astartes Brother who was leading the Black Templar, wearing black armor covered with prayers, holding an exquisitely oiled sword, with a circle of golden laurels on his helmet, and who looked like the believers of the State Religion could not help but want to kneel down and pray to him, just moved slightly, and the three Space Marines returned to their previous state of silent prayer, like some large statue in the shop.

Finally, this wandering wizard who was sent in for a test, after a series of deliberately treading on the red line of heresy and repeatedly jumping back and forth, and the increasingly furious trembling of the weapon machine spirits of the three Astartes that could be seen with the naked eye, returned with an empty wallet, a dreamy expression on his face, as if he had escaped death, oh, and a whole set of newly-produced Silver Masked Anti-Gravity Self-following Reka Coffee and Breakfast Machine.

He walked out of the Royal Franchise Store, which was guarded by three Black Templars Astartes, in one piece.

Immediately, this sensational news spread to the vast majority of the five million people in Wandering Port within less than an hour, and began to spread to the asteroid facilities outside the port - of course, there were also people who got the news first even if they were not local.

Perturabo BC sat in his cockpit, looking at the pile of KPI balance sheets and other reports marked as priority: red alert with a splitting headache.

"(Olympian curse) Ah! What the hell are you doing?! We can't let the Crystal Maze continue to expand, okay?!"

He turned his head and roared through the loudspeaker of his fearless helmet at Kadu Malcador, Magnar Dorn and the Black Templars who were surrounding Magnar in golden armor with unwilling, vigilant and hateful looks on their faces.

"You'll have to ask your good students about this question," the former imperial regent replied slowly.

(End of this chapter)