Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 50 Madman
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The flying vehicle slowly landed on the apron inside the arena.

The security robots walked out in a line, ready to escort Qin Xia back to the cave.

Before getting off the plane, Brown patted Qin Xia on the back and said, "Go back without worry, great inventor. The detection devices along the way to the cave cannot detect your little technological creations hidden under the invisible cloak. You can bring them back safely without my company."

A hint of surprise flashed across Qin Xia's face, and then he nodded: "Okay, Mr. Zobayan, I wish you a pleasant flight."

"What does this mean?" Brown asked.

"Ace pilot." Qin Xia replied.

"That's good." Brown smiled brightly.

Qin Xia looked at Brown again, opened the cabin door and jumped down, walking towards the inner part of the arena under the surveillance of the security intelligent machine.

Brown also got off the aircraft and leaned against the outer shell of the aircraft, just like when Qin Xia and he first met, watching Qin Xia leave.

Qin Xia had another question to ask and subconsciously looked back at Brown.

However, Qin Xia had already walked quite far in just a few steps, so he couldn't ask any questions now.

"Goodbye." Brown raised his hand and waved.

Qin Xia nodded, turned around and continued walking.

At this moment, both Brown and Qin Xia felt that the conversation they had just had during the journey was quite pleasant.

Brown usually pretends to be a madman. Sometimes, when he gets tired of pretending, he pretends to be the Butcher's Nail for a few minutes without torturing himself and acts like a normal person for a while.

Whether it was Turk or anyone else, he had no one with whom he could have a comfortable conversation.

"Go and maintain my aircraft! Now! Right fucking now!"

Qin Xia heard Brown roaring at the arena staff.

But that voice always sounded a little reluctant in Qin Xia's ears.

When Qin Xia walked to the straight corridor leading to the cave, he suddenly saw the patriarch of the Tark family and a man who looked like the person in charge of the new arena walking together.

The two of them talked and laughed and had a very pleasant conversation.

“That bastard Wiz pretended to obey me. He sold the things I rewarded him to the bastards of the Julius Family. The Julius Family might use my things as supplies for the curse ritual, but it’s okay. I’ll just put up with it.”

"But that bastard lied to me. He said he sent his wife and daughter into the cave to spend their carnival days."

"But in fact no."

"I just said it in anger, you know? I don't want to treat him so cruelly. He can choose not to send his wife and daughter to prison, and then tell me honestly: Oh, I'm sorry, my master, I didn't follow your order, please kill me."

"It doesn't matter. I can let him go or even reward him because of his honesty and his honesty in not fearing being killed by me."

"..."

Turk kept talking, with a painful expression on his face.

The new person in charge next to him had a blank expression on his face, just nodded and agreed.

Even among the group of yes-men, this kind of person would be the lowest type.

"Look who's back." Tark stopped and looked at Qin Xia enthusiastically, opening his arms. "Did you kill the whole family of the person in charge?"

Of course, Qin Xia did not go up to hug Tark who stretched out his arms, but stood where he was, looking down at the most powerful man in Nukeria.

"Indeed." Qin Xia nodded, "No one is left in the manor."

"He didn't leave his daughter behind either?" Tark suddenly looked sad. "I...his daughter was fostered in my home for a year when she was little. My wife and I loved her very much...but you actually killed her too?"

Qin Xia nodded.

To be honest, he wasn't sure. Maybe the person in charge's daughter went out and didn't come back.

He was too lazy to find the body and investigate.

"Ancestors..." Tark's tears fell like beads from a broken string, "I have done something wrong again... Why can't these things always go as smoothly and rigorously as I wish?"

The new person in charge patted Turk on the back.

"Since everyone is dead... I have to cheer myself up..." Tark took a deep breath and raised his head, as if to let the tears flow back. "Besides, that little girl is not a good person. She has killed many people. Let her die."

Turk instantly returned to normal, and his enthusiastic expression returned; "I want to invite you to my brother's house, and we'll watch him perform together to see what his expression was like when all his sons died." As he spoke, Turk gestured and danced.

"You're the one who killed all his sons. His show would have been more interesting if you'd gone."

"And then... then we killed him."

"Use your witchcraft."

Turk moved his body left and right, pretending to break something with force.

"Tear off his head, too!"

"By the way, can you only break heads? Can you break limbs or something?"

"If you can, start from the hands and feet and break my brother little by little. If you can't, forget it. I won't force you. I know that your wizard's abilities are not so handy."

"..."

Qin Xia looked at Tark without saying a word.

madman.

This is Qin Xia’s evaluation of Tark.

He didn't know what this man had been through or how he had become the patriarch. He only knew that this man was crazy. The only benefit he had for ordinary people was that he still treated real slaves as humanoid creatures rather than a pile of excrement.

Qin Xia also couldn't help but sigh at the complexity of the situation.

It is such a madman, a terrifying madman, who can get what he needs to achieve his goal, and what he can never get no matter how many days and nights he fights for the audience in the arena.

"Aaron is dead," said the new person in charge.

"What?!" Tark was stunned.

"He's dead," the person in charge repeated in a low voice, "I just wanted to tell you about the report I received this morning."

Turk stood there in bewilderment.

His expression was as changeable as his personality, sometimes sad, sometimes happy, sometimes gloating, and sometimes fearful.

"It's okay." Tark reached out and patted Qin Xia's arm gently. "It doesn't matter if you kill him or not. Don't worry about the fact that he is my brother. When I was little, he and his father often tied me to a tree and used me as a target to chop me down. So I hate him. You don't have to worry about me taking revenge on you."

"But he is indeed my brother, and we had a very good relationship when we were very young."

"Anyway...I...I actually feel that he shouldn't have died. It wasn't his fault that he became like that. It was the fault of the environment."

"I...I...Ailon..."

Turk was incoherent and hesitant.

The new person in charge patted Turk on the back and whispered to him, "If you think he deserves to die, then he has to die. Even if you only have the thought of letting him die for a moment, he deserves to die. You are the master of the Turk family, the top noble among the top nobles. Everything in the Turk family is your private property that you can dispose of at will. It's just a person who died."

"But Aaron is my brother." Turk whispered, "How could I..."

"It's okay, master. His life is your private property, just like all the people and things of the entire Tark family, the nobles who serve the Tark family, and us slaves." The person in charge consoled sincerely.

"You're right... brother. In any case, we are one step closer to my goal of slaughtering all the nobles." Tark's eyes were filled with tears and he took deep breaths continuously, "Thank you for comforting me."

The person in charge nodded repeatedly.

"I will achieve my goal, right?" Tark suddenly looked at Qin Xia and asked sincerely, "You will help me too. After all, you hate them too, right?"

Qin Xia looked into Tark's eyes.

This mental illness always makes him feel terrified.

"Lord Tark is not mentally stable right now. If you have anything to say, please wait until later. I will make arrangements later." The new arena leader made a gesture of invitation, "You can go back first. If you have anything to say, please tell the communicator on the gate. I will listen and consider it."

Qin Xia walked past Tark.

Tark looked at Qin Xia's back and asked the person in charge: "He will help me, right? He and his gladiator friends?"

"Yes Master, you have a great goal. So of course, there is no doubt about it."

The new person in charge coaxed Turk like a child.

(End of this chapter)