Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 1057 09.1056: "Soldier"

"You...you! You dare hit me! Let me tell you, my brothers and I aren't pushovers either! Brothers, let's go! Let's teach him a lesson!" the Lytrin shouted, covering his nose.

Horatio and Poniatowski instantly positioned themselves back-to-back, forming a temporary battleground. Each man flanked one side, calmly facing the group of gamblers who had instantly transformed into thugs.

The Leitlin gang, a large and well-organized group, surrounded the two lone figures. Grinning maliciously, they rose from their booths and tables, grabbing bottles and chair legs, and swarmed forward in a dark mass.

It now seems that this group of guys, led by this Lightning man, are the real repeat offenders. Whether it was cheating or turning against each other after being exposed, it was all premeditated.

Just as the two sides were on the verge of a bloody battle, a sharp and wild "meow" suddenly came from the shadow of the roof beam above!
A black figure descended from the sky like lightning!

Yoyo landed precisely on the enormous head of Oglin, like a projectile from a large cannon.

Her warrant officer uniform did not hinder her movements at all; sharp claws shot out from her fingertips, and she began to frantically scratch the big man's face.

"Ow—!"

The big guy, who was a head taller than Horatio, was being grabbed and howling. His face was covered in blood and tears, and the chair leg in his hands fell to the ground with a thud.

Bang! Crack! Splash!

"Wow!"

Boom!
Yoyo's surprise attack was like a signal.

The entire tavern erupted in chaos.

The dull thud of fists colliding with bones, the crisp sound of bottles shattering on heads, the deafening crash of tables and chairs being overturned, mixed with men's roars and women's screams, created a wild and violent symphony.

Horatio also noticed that these huddled demi-humans didn't seem like thugs; many of them used the same fighting styles as the professors in the army. This made Horatio begin to suspect their true identities.

The panicked patrons screamed, like a herd of startled animals, pushing aside tables and chairs blocking their way and rushing out of the tavern without regard for their own safety.

When the last burly man who tried to sneak up from behind was sent flying like a sack of potatoes by Horatio's powerful side kick, crashing into the wall and knocking over a row of liquor shelves, before slowly sliding down and falling unconscious to the ground, the brief but fierce melee finally came to an end.

Yoyo deftly leaped off the head of Oglin, who was still wailing with his face covered, and landed steadily on the bar.

She drew her precision-engineered laser pistol and scanned her surroundings warily with her cat-like eyes, which gleamed eerily in the darkness.

Upon seeing the dark muzzle of the gun, those who had just been so fierce and menacing reflexively covered their heads and obediently squatted on the ground, no longer daring to make any rash moves.

Horatio walked up to the Lightling ratman whose head was swollen like a pig's, picked him up from the ground like a chicken, and then slammed him down onto the messy table with a thud.

"Uh... Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, I was wrong, bro. *Pfft*"

A large pool of thick, sticky blood gushed from the Lightling Ratman's nostrils. A smile that looked more like a grimace squeezed out of his swollen face as he slurred, "I saw you had such a high alcohol tolerance, brother... I thought you were just drunk and couldn't tell I was cheating on the dice... I'll never do it again, brother, please let me go."

“If it weren’t for the efforts being made to build a society governed by the rule of law in my friend’s territory, you would be a corpse today.”

Horatio turned his head, his cold blue eyes fixed on him, and warned, word by word, "Tell me honestly, where did you get that silver coin? I might consider going easy on you."

"Thank you, bro! Thank you, bro's friend!"

“No,” Horatio corrected, “it was the rule of law that saved you.”

“…Thank you for the rule of law.” The Lightling ratman trembled like a real rat, agreeing with Horatio no matter what he said. “This silver coin…I stole it from a man who had just come from the colonial governor’s mansion.”

What kind of man?

"He was wearing a custom-made silk cloak that covered his entire body, making him look very mysterious. I couldn't see his face clearly. So many people come and go from the Governor's Palace of Polaberia every day. Many of them are even rivals. To conceal their identities, they dress like that when they visit the Governor."

"Then how did this silver coin end up in your hands? You're no ordinary person to be there." Horatio sensed something amiss and narrowed his eyes, demanding, "Tell me the truth!"

"Yes...yes! Brother! I...I am actually a demi-human auxiliary soldier in the 10th Leaping Battalion of the 17th Flintlock Regiment of Cintira. Private...private first class."

I was on lookout duty outside the Governor's Palace at the time, and a group of Oath-taking clergy were shouting something in front of the Governor's Palace.

They tried to stop everyone entering or leaving the governor's residence and preach their doctrines to them.

But soon, they clashed with the governor's guards. While they were pulling and shoving, I took advantage of the chaos to rush over, crawl under their feet, and collect the wallets and jewelry from those fat sheep.

One of the pouches I cut off with my knife contained this silver coin.

It's unusual, and it doesn't look like local currency, so I can't spend it.

I was afraid that the pattern on it would be recognized and cause me trouble, so I didn't dare to take it to a pawn shop.

So... so I thought I'd gamble it away in a tavern as a gimmick.

If you really want to know who this silver coin belongs to, you'll probably have to... ask the colonial governor himself, provided you have that kind of influence.

[People the colonial governor met...]
This was intelligence, but it wasn't of much significance to Horatio.

A figure of the planetary governor's caliber needs to meet with all sorts of people every day for various reasons.

This alone is not enough to confirm that there was any clear, illegal relationship between the colonial governor and the mysterious man.

Unless, of course, he can find more direct evidence from the colonial governor.

But this was enough to serve as a wake-up call for him—the dark claws had already reached out to Polaberia.

Here, everyone has to be careful, lest they repeat the same mistake as in the Enlightenment Cathedral.

However, it is currently quite difficult for him to investigate the colonial governor.

He was severely lacking in experts capable of carrying out such a high-difficulty infiltration and investigation mission—Brother Korchagin had returned to the Dark Raven Guard with the gene seed and had not been heard from since; They and her Black Shield squad were trapped in the Triangle Palace of Sintira, conducting a top-secret internal investigation, and were temporarily unable to make any contact with them.

The only person around me who could be considered agile was...

Horatio's gaze fell on Yoyo, who was standing on the bar, pouting, and pointing her pistol menacingly at the group of kneeling men begging for mercy in front of her.

Her fluffy cat tail swayed proudly behind her, and the sense of mission to protect her boss made her feel very satisfied.

[Hmm... Sending Youyou on this kind of mission rashly is too risky.]
No one has ever been to the Planetary Governor's Mansion.

Judging from the publicly available pictures, the place is too big and too unfamiliar, and the security level is extremely high.

Sending her there without any intelligence would be extremely irresponsible.

In case she is mistaken for an intruder and killed on the spot... Although Yoyo is only a demi-human, as the mascot of "Battleship Cat", she is also considered a formal crew member under his command.

He couldn't risk his men's lives unless he had already figured out the governor's mansion's layout.

(End of this chapter)