Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 39: The Strange Tall Knight
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Qin Xia was walking on the road that was leaving the cave but not leading to the battle area.

After speaking to the gladiators, Qin Xia decided to meet with the patriarch of the Natark family, although this was not his main purpose.

"Since you are a wizard, I won't blind you. It's useless anyway."

The person in charge walks in front.

Qin Xia observed everything nearby and remembered everything, including the roads he had walked and the things that existed on these roads.

Every few steps there was an automatic machine gun hanging above his head. Qin Xia estimated the caliber by eye and it was about 19 mm. Although he didn't know what kind of ammunition the Nukerians used for the automatic machine guns, no matter what ammunition they used, weapons of this caliber were extremely powerful.

It penetrated the ordinary gate in the cave as easily as a knife through tofu.

However, automatic machine guns are just the most common thing here.

From the gaps, hidden grooves, spray holes... and various traces on the walls of this metal corridor, Qin Xia's experience in his previous life could help him analyze that there must be a large number of mechanisms in this corridor, including but not limited to solvents, flames, and laser nets.

Soon, Qin Xia came to another intersection.

Standing in the middle of the intersection, Qin Xia could see some signboards.

【Security Armory】

【Inspection Post】

【VIP lounge area】

"That's the exit." The person in charge pointed to the end of the road in front of him. "If you have the ability to run out from here, you will have achieved half of your goal of leaving the arena."

Qin Xia looked in the direction the person in charge pointed and saw the checkpoint at the exit.

Some employees were undergoing inspections before entering their work stations inside the arena.

However, at the end of the road, outside the sentry post, stood a steel statue. It looked like a large mechanical body, lying motionless on a steel platform.

Very abrupt.

"Stop talking nonsense. I know you don't have such kind intentions. You just want me to die." Qin Xia retracted his gaze.

The person in charge showed dissatisfaction of being discovered on his face. He glared at Qin Xia and took him to another path leading to the rest area.

When they arrived outside a room whose facade was so luxurious that it looked out of place compared to the entire environment, the person in charge signaled Qin Xia that she could go in.

"Be careful and don't talk nonsense." The person in charge reminded in a low voice, "Otherwise I'm afraid that your vicious mouth will kill everyone in our arena."

"Don't worry, I don't think your control freak master is that crazy." Qin Xia responded.

The person in charge didn't say anything else and quickly opened the door.

After Qin Xia went in, the person in charge closed the door and left.

The moment he entered the room, Qin Xia was shocked by the magnificence and insane luxury here. He remembered that when he was growing up in the White Scars, he went with the regiment to a world that produced crystal for defense.

The governor's mansion in that world is as magnificent as this lounge.

Qin Xia looked towards the dining table.

Next to the dining table filled with food that Qin Xia couldn't recognize, a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes was placing the tableware. He seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder, and personally placed each piece of tableware in what he thought was the most correct position.

He also seemed to be distrustful of his servants, who stood by and watched awkwardly as their master did what he was supposed to do.

"Oh, you're here." Feeling the gazes behind him, Tark put down the last piece of tableware that needed to be straightened and turned to look at Qin Xia.

He had a warm smile on his face, his eyes were also warm, and there was even some admiration and approval.

But Qin Xia did not analyze this person's psychology and personality, because he knew that everything about this kind of person on the surface was false.

"Please sit down." Tarkra pulled open a chair at the edge of the rectangular dining table. After Qin Xia sat down, he sat on another chair opposite.

Qin Xia didn't even have the mood to move his knife and fork. He had already done what he wanted to do most after agreeing to have lunch together, which was to collect information that could be used in escaping from the arena in the future.

But it wasn't entirely because of other intentions. Another reason was that Qin Xia had some reservations about Tark's identity, and he didn't think that any friendliness shown by this guy was real.

"do you know……"

Turk held a knife and fork and ate voraciously, while his waiter kept cutting and taking food from the table for him. These personal slaves knew what their master liked.

"The butcher you killed and the man whose neck you twisted into a knot with witchcraft are all my nephews, and they are all members of the Talco family."

As he said this, Turk was still eating voraciously with a smile on his face.

Qin Xia's heart instantly tightened, and he secretly prepared to use his spiritual power to twist the family patriarch's neck into a knot.

He didn't want to do this, because if he chose to take action, he would die, so he was not prepared to kill Tark at this dinner.

But since the other party mentioned the hatred of blood relatives, then...

"I have to thank you for this." Tark swallowed a mouthful of food, raised his glass with a smile, "Those little bastards are young but quite capable. Their father, my thirty-first brother, is a warrior, and he trained those little bastards since they were young. I never thought you could kill them all."

"I don't mean to be disrespectful, man."

“It’s definitely not a slight.”

Tark smiled and tilted his head, then raised his hand to signal Qin Xia not to misunderstand him.

"It was only then that I saw how much potential you had, and I became convinced that I had made the right decision to keep your wizard a secret from my family's slave-hunting team."

After praising him, Tark looked at the slave beside him and said, "Thank you, Niujin."

The slave raised his hand and picked up a piece of stewed beef tendon and put it on Tark's plate: "Why do you suddenly want to eat beef tendon today?"

"We all have sudden ideas, don't we?" Tark smiled at the slave and started eating beef tendon.

Qin Xia had a blank expression on his face. He neither moved his knife and fork nor spoke a word. He stared at Tark's every move.

He didn't expect that it was the patriarch of the most powerful family in Nukalia who helped him hide the fact that he was a wizard.

Hiding the fact that a gladiator was a wizard, and then letting this gladiator kill his brother's son... Qin Xia felt that Tark was crazy. If he was crazy himself, he would realize that there really was a madman who helped him hide this matter.

"Aren't you curious why I want you to kill my nephews?" Tark asked with a smile.

"I'm not curious." Qin Xia replied, "For people like you, family affection is even more useless than a footcloth. You don't know what love and trust are. You only have suspicion and murder, even towards your blood relatives."

"No, that's not the reason." Turk said, "People of your status have always been prejudiced against us nobles, but I'm really not the kind of person you said. Guess another way."

"..." Qin Xia was silent for a moment, then spoke again, "I don't know."

Tark took a sip of wine, smiled for a second, and then his expression suddenly turned ferocious and fierce. He pounded the table and howled as if he was having a manic attack: "Because I fucking hate all the nobles on Nukalia! Everything!"

(End of this chapter)