Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 358 This child must not be kept
“Delicious and nutritious! Healthy and fresh! - Come and taste the exclusive recipes brought here by the Kalosini Dynasty from Holy Terra! Exclusively for the royal family, loyally selected!”

An eye-catching signboard, gleaming in the ionized gas irradiated by lasers, is now forcing its way into the eyes and brain of everyone who tries to cross the Court of the Dead and go to the other side of Phnom Penh's Lek Chit Market; or just passes by here to go to the Void Port on the other side, or intends to go to the shuttle port and the gathering place of a hundred state churches.

Until those people who initially felt indifferent or even annoyed by this light pollution turned their heads away, left here, boarded the deck of the ship they were going to, turned their gaze to the dark and boundless void, or began to close their eyes and pray in a church on the Imperial Solstice in Wandering Port, many people would find that this dazzling line of words was deeply imprinted on their retinas.

As time went on, more and more secret whispers began to circulate: if a person could successfully keep this line of words on his retina until he passed through the Great Mouth and reached the lawless and savage lands outside the landing port, then that person would find that he could have a safer and more peaceful journey than before: fewer strange whispers in his ears, calmer warp jump time, and a more resilient and calmer mind when seeing unusual things.

As more and more ships return with crews who live to tell their stories, the little relative safety these words offer has been elevated to saintly blessings, especially among those whose lives are in danger, and the little sense of peace has been described as the good fortune of being surrounded and feeling the embrace of the God-Emperor.

Before the initial opening, ninety-nine handwritten promotional brochures for this new restaurant were distributed in the square outside the entrance by the mortal servants on the Desert Ark.

The first seven copies (because a lazy idiot copied seven copies on his desk and then remembered that Magna could do the remaining ninety-two, and the last copy was originally on his desk) have enabled those lucky poor people who passed by the newly opened restaurant for the first time that day or the destitute wanderers who were trying to find a meal to gain financial freedom for the rest of their lives - of course, more people failed to keep this gift from the god of luck, and the names of these original owners were quickly obliterated between a few shrugs and transactions of increasingly large amounts of throne coins.

The presence of three devout Black Templars who had apparently been stationed in the Royal Levitation Supplies Store opposite this store had a subtle effect of fueling the flames - many observers who initially thought that this was just nonsense or that there were greater forces behind it came here in person, using their own eyes, brave feet and even hands to get closer to confirm the authenticity of the Emperor's Angel of Death, and then went to further confirm the restaurant opposite.

The "delicious and nutritious" restaurant that issued ninety-nine "Documents of Holy Communion" and is now called "Holy Communion" by many people with awe and piety.

- Of course, since these customers who come in droves have to first step into the promotion (hunting) range of "Lucky Fat Man" in order to gradually confirm this, it is impossible for them to leave this store without buying some exclusive products of "Silver Mask" in the end.

Before the end of the first sales season, agent Bayona was overjoyed to report to his superior, the old steward of the Carosini dynasty, that their financial statements for this quarter looked like they would be "as perfect as the achievements of Saint Drusus (Note 1)!"

Since a specialty store that was only mentioned once in the advertisement (I thought) could have such sales performance, then the "delicious and nutritious" restaurant that was emphasized and mentioned three times in this magical book was naturally filled with more customers who wanted to go in and taste the food or, under the pretext of eating, test the interior of the restaurant and the employees - so it seemed particularly busy and crowded. On the surface, the Imperial Navy and the Ministry of Justice both sent their special service teams in the fortress here to help the restaurant maintain order at the door and for dining, but in the eyes of the staff in the restaurant - mainly because they were the Astartes who were insisted by a certain Imperial Regent at the time of registration that they only hired a number of "ordinary strong modified people", there were too many clues that could not be hidden.

- For example, the brown-haired female bailiff who is evacuating the entrance is definitely an assassin from some secret sect. She hides her double swords very well, but it is not enough; and the old naval officer who is leading the crowd to line up with the sailors, who looks kind and a little lame - will never hesitate for a second when he needs to kill one or a million imperial citizens for his goal.

Their restaurant is so popular that Tariq Torgaddon, who is distributing waiting number cards to guests at the entrance of "Delicious and Nutritious", is looking puzzled at the guest in front of him who has already started to take the number 3,728 and is starting to book a local hotel.

The former second captain of the Luna Wolves looked at the 1,632 people still lined up behind him and began to secretly ask the chef Sol Tarvitz, who was busy in the kitchen, through his communication beads whether he had added any banned ingredients to their recent menu that would make mortals recognize their restaurant, such as ghost mushrooms, spiritual wine, will-o'-the-wisp pollen or diluted Astartes battle potion.

"I say, dear chef, although these things do make customers want to eat us, these added things cannot be served to mortals - but if you do, you can give me the rest after dinner. I have a pre-prepared stomach and pebble kidneys, which are enough to deal with them."

Naturally, in addition to receiving criticism from the chef who was so busy that he used the frying pan and iron pot at the speed of an afterimage, he also received another warning from Gavial Loken.

The former captain of the Tenth Company of the Moon Wolves was wearing a beautiful, simple black and white dress with silver trim, a style that no one had ever seen before but that was surprisingly in line with the public's aesthetic standards. He held a dozen ales, Rekha coffee, and plates of food in his hands with surprising stability and dexterity, and moved between each table of guests with an agility that was almost impossible with his huge body, and delivered the dishes to each person before they got cold.

——If an Iron Warrior attendant saw how light and flexible he was at this moment, his comment would definitely be: This boy has seven points of my power, he must not be allowed to stay.

(End of this chapter)