Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 375: Inexplicable Profits

This group of passengers, who were surprisingly silent but very much in line with today's personality, passed through customs normally and extremely quickly, and then walked towards the Court of the Dead where the "Silver Mask" anti-gravity series royal store and the "Delicious and Nutritious" restaurant were located.

This area is called a square, but it is actually a huge and tall dome hall located in the center of this market area with several layers of gold-rimmed columns. It is called the Court of the Dead because the top of each pillar and the top of the wall around this huge hall are decorated with many stone faces decorated with dull and dusty gold: they are the faces of ancient wandering merchants who once passed through the giant mouth to explore the Kronos expansion and returned or did not return. After their death, they turned into marble statues here, quietly watching the bustling square below.

[Speaking of which, I know that the cheerful fat man Bayona of Silver Mask is on a business trip, but why didn't Tarvitz and Loken send two people to the port to pick us up? Although the distance from here is not far, considering that we lost a 30K veteran of the Hundred Battles Legion and the champion of the Court Swordsman in this short distance, we must be on guard! Speaking of this, little Magna is really considerate! Before leaving, he sent his favorite, handmade guard robot to protect our safety. ]

The dog snorted coldly behind his smooth silver-gray robot armor. [Have you lost your mind by lying there and drinking Reka coffee every day? They made it very clear in the communication. Now unless the Emperor Champions on the other side can accompany them, they will be almost unable to move as long as they leave the restaurant because of the crowd. ]

[Why? I mean, I know that the Astartes are a kind of embodiment of the Primarch's appearance and the result of genetic engineering. In fact, most of them can be quite handsome if they are properly groomed. And I did consider character and social skills in addition to appearance when deciding on the candidates. The propaganda effect on mortals must be very good, but it's not to the point of... Oh, wait, is it a story of throwing fruit to kill? ]

[Hmph. No. We are sending normal loyalist Astartes, not those alien pointy-eared creatures with six prickles, pincer hands and ram heads. This is also the Imperial Territory Wandering Port, not the Silver Palace Six Rings.]

The sheepdog snorted again, but it was obvious that Ramizane's stupid way of talking made his tail wag non-stop. [The first question I have to ask is about the billboard you designed and made yourself, the ingredients of our restaurant, and the composition of our customers.]

[Hush... Wait, is there a problem with the long-term food supplier we just signed? Is there a problem with food safety? This shouldn't be the case...] Ramizane's voice tightened noticeably, [I shopped around for a long time before I found this old, high-end supplier!]

【That's not the case. Their ingredients are indeed very good and the quality is stable and clean, which is rare. ——Besides, why are you so afraid? This is the most wild and remote Imperial outpost in the remote Caliss sector of the decadent Empire. There is neither food and drug administration nor FDA here. Most people have only drunk turbid recycled water, wine brewed from bottom nest garbage and rat entrails, and scones or dough made from promethium starch in their lives. What you provide is golden wine, thick-cut salmon, Grox steak, Iberian seafood rice, and baked potatoes with cheese and meat sauce.】——This meal can buy a mortal's life in most places in the Empire, and it is even more than enough. Perturabo held the second half of the sentence in his long mouth and did not say it after all.

[Huh! I knew it! But you even know about the Food and Drug Administration and the FDA. You are such a smart and knowledgeable puppy! Perturabo!]

[Don't! Use! The quantifier "only" and the noun "puppy" to refer to me! I say it again! Ramizarn! ]

During their conversation, the crowd parted like waves, but the closer they got to the Court of the Dead Square where they could see the billboard of the Miracle of St. Pius, the more obviously the speed and willingness of the crowd to part slowed down and weakened.

Many thin and ragged pilgrims held rosaries or aquila amulets, prayed devoutly or whispered confessions to the light-polluted billboard that shone with pink, purple, light blue and lake green fluorescence. There was also a new activity among the crowd, either spontaneously or organized by the priests who led the pilgrims:

The crowd stood, using the billboard as a reference point, and then slowly began to circle it in a solemn and low collective hymn and chant, changing the microclimate of the entire hall and generating rising vortices of hot air.

Countless pilgrims, believers of the state religion, sailors preparing to leave the port, or adventurers swayed their bodies and moved their feet at the same time. Regardless of gender, age, or social status, they stared at the purple-pink billboard with a horned crown on its head, a human body and a fish tail, and the advertising slogan on it with the same pious faces, and at the same time chanted a prayer dedicated to the god on the golden throne of Terra in a low voice.

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[…Now I finally know where the strange and seemingly unearthed meager net profit rental income of Ms. Thirst has been growing recently comes from. — Ramizhane Kalosini!!!]

[Uh...but the image on the restaurant and cafe billboards is very classic. It's really classic...especially because it matches the neon lights very well...]

[Next time, you write anything, I mean, anything! To be made public! You must tell me in advance! Let me take a look! Before you proceed! Got it?! Do you know how it feels when every time you see the dawn of balancing the accounts, one or two accounts start to generate inexplicable gains?!]

[Uh, ok, fine, I'll remember that.]

The silent humanoid mecha in black and yellow shoulder armor stepped forward and separated the last few human walls between the disguised Iron Lord who was being beaten by his own black and white dog in the mind channel and the Iron Lord who was verbally abusing his own body.

The believers touched his armor, kissed his fingers and boots expectantly wherever he walked, but the cold human figure simply pushed them away one by one in a forceful, gentle, yet unyielding manner.

Finally, the two beautiful retro doors of the "Delicious and Nutritious" restaurant appeared in front of them.

A man with dark shaved hair and clothes that perfectly showed off his physique was standing there to hide the listlessness beneath his enthusiastic face. He was holding a pen in his ear and shouting at the endless queue.

"Next one! Number plate number 34445! Is number 34445 here?! Number 34445!"

"Hey! Tariq! Look who's here!"

"Hey?!"

The moment they looked up and saw their group, everyone felt as if they saw a huge canine creature with sea green and gray eyes, with its ears pricked up and its tail wagging.

(End of this chapter)