Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 10: Digestion of the Magic Potion (Seeking Tuesday Reading)

Khanty-Mansi Dome, Magnito Steel Works.

Ningluo lay on the bed to rest. Through the acting during this period, most of his potion had been consumed. He felt that he was only one step away from completely digesting it.

At this moment, a shrill beeping sound came from the short-range walkie-talkie.

Ningluo jumped up and answered the phone. Rawlslev's respectful voice came from the other end.

"Boss, the noble lord from the Finder family in the Upper Nest came to see you and said he wants to reward you."

"Please ask him to come to the meeting room. I will be there soon."

Ninglu stood up, adjusted his somewhat tight armor, and then came to the newly built meeting room.

The blond noble walked in and exclaimed at the young man in front of him.

"I can't believe your men were once gang members."

"This is the power of order. I gave them hope and changed their lives."

"It's yours."

Howard handed the iron box in his hand to Nimrod.

When Nimrod took the long box, he already sensed the spirituality and subspace energy overflowing from the iron box, and he opened the iron box.

"This psychic crystal is quite large. Thank you for your trouble."

Howard didn't mind the boy's inappropriate address and spoke.

"This time I came here, in addition to giving you a reward, I also have a commission."

"I'd like you to be my defense attorney and speak for me in the arbitration court. You can name any terms, even if it's just a few domes or even a factory in the upper nest."

"I want to see the file first."

Nimrod did not agree directly. Seeing that he was not blinded by the interests, Howard was even more satisfied with the temporary decision. He took out the data pad from the lining of the fine power armor and handed it to the boy.

Ningluo lightly stroked his fingers, checked the files, and asked questions, and after a moment he understood the situation.

An overview of the case formed in his mind: Four days ago, the Earl of Surrey, patriarch of the Finder family, suddenly died.

As the second heir, Brelon suddenly took out a will, which recorded the Earl of Surrey's property division decision, and he obtained one third of the Finder family's property.

"One question, why are you looking for me?"

"This will was not in accordance with the rules of the Finder family, but Brelon received the support of a member of the royal family who served on the Court of Arbitration. His name was Estupinian."

"Therefore, no barrister has the courage to take on the position. The identity of the Fifth Arbitrator is not intimidating, but members of the Bolesław family's side branch are different."

Howard said frankly that he still had time to continue searching and could at least send the family's ordinary lawyer to attend.

If Ningluo retreated when the arbitration court opened, it would be too late.

"No problem," Nimrod said nonchalantly, "but I want to choose a treasure from the Finder family's treasury."

Nimrod realized that acting as Howard's lawyer temporarily and entering the arbitration court was the appropriate stage for completing the final digestion.

In addition, he believed that the Finder family's treasure house should also contain potion materials.

"you……"

Although he was afraid of Nimrod's strength, his loyalty to Howard still made Yasin want to reprimand him.

Howard raised his hand to stop him, "I promised you, you can choose an item from the Finder family's treasure house."

Although the collection is precious, no single piece is worth more than one-third of the family fortune that our ancestors have worked hard to build.

Nimrod asked Howard for a temporary pass to the Upper Nest, ordered his men to guard the factory, and continued to search for traces of the Lung Spider, then went to the Upper Nest alone.

Three days later, at the Arbitration Court in the upper nest of the Tezwok Hive.

Nobles in gorgeous clothes and technical priests in red robes walked into the Arbitration Court from the metal passages made of alloy on both sides.

Influenced by Martian thought, the most honorable color in the entire Vostronia has always been red. Red is the main color in all important places, and the Arbitration Court is no exception.

The arbitrators wore fine clothes of different colors and wore different family emblems, but they all wore red ribbons around their necks and sat on red metal chairs, with their secretaries sitting behind them.

On either side of the long red metal table on the rostrum sat today's chief arbitrator, Estupinian Bolesław, and Technical Priest Kiviol-39.

Estupiñan, wearing a red sun robe embroidered with gold thread, turned his head to look at Kivio-39. After a green light flashed on the filter screen of the technical priest, he picked up the gavel and slammed it heavily.

"quiet!"

The noble arbitrators' conversation abruptly stopped, and Estupiñán looked toward the plaintiffs near him. He locked eyes with Brelon for a moment and spoke.

"Plaintiff's lawyer, please make your opening statement."

The lawyer wearing gold-rimmed glasses stood up and saluted the podium and the surroundings.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am honored to deliver the opening statement on behalf of my attorney, Mr. Braylon Fender."

His fingers slid across the data pad, and a will was displayed on both sides of the contemplation machine hanging between the podium and the original defendant's seat. He spoke in a sad tone.

"My Lords, Lord Surrey is a respected Earl who has devoted his entire life to the Finder family."

"He and my agent's mother, Madam Hualin, were truly in love and had a child."

"Now that Lord Surrey has passed away, my agent, in accordance with his will, has inherited the gift of love left by his father and deserves the sympathy and support of the arbitrators."

"..."

Nimrod looked at the plaintiff's lawyer. His eloquent voice and infectious movements had won the sympathy of most of the noble jurors. Coupled with the bias of one of the two chief arbitrators, it seemed that he was sure to win.

"Finally, I would like to conclude with the Om Messiah's Guide, Chapter 2, "Rules for Nobility," Article 15, "Inheritance Rules," and Article 11."

"'Unmarried children of the nobility, under special circumstances, have the right of inheritance.'"

"In summary, my client meets the special circumstances and should inherit the property according to the will."

Estupiñan looked with satisfaction at Tezwoc's number one lawyer, who had won all the 163 cases he had handled.

The gold medal lawyer performed as well as ever and the victory was certain.

He turned his head and looked at the young man at the defense lawyer's table with disdain, and spoke in a fair manner.

"Defendant, your attorney is too young. This arbitrator grants you permission to change."

"Arbitrator, I insist on not changing my attorney. I trust Nimrod."

Howard said bluntly that he had just listened to Golovin's opening statement. The family lawyer was no match for him. It would be better to trust Nimrod. Perhaps this young man could still create a miracle.

"Please..." Estupiñan stretched out his voice, "Defendant's lawyer, please make your rebuttal."

Nimrod stood up calmly amidst the mocking gazes of the crowd. "First, I would like to correct the plaintiff's lawyer's omission. In the detailed provisions he listed, Sage Kiviore detailed all the special circumstances, such as 'the direct heir's loss of decision-making ability...'"

"Mr. Howard is in good health, smart and capable, and this is not a special case."

Golovin's face changed. It was the first time he had encountered a lawyer. He acted on the spot and recalled the appendix legal provisions.

Even a lawyer like him who had undergone an intelligence enhancement operation could not remember the more than 200 million words in the "Om Messiah's Guide". Only technical priests could remember the details.

He was about to speak when he saw Ningluo slide the data pad and the photo displayed on the thinking machine, and his pupils froze.

"Everyone, the plaintiff Braylon's mother, Hualin, was formerly a dancer at the Night Color Bar. After a romantic encounter with the Earl of Surrey, she rose to prominence and now lives in a villa in the Upper Nest."

"But after giving birth to the child, she did not become a good woman. Just the day before yesterday, she went to the home of the wealthy businessman Julio during the night shift."

"Braylon himself is even more useless. He's an alcoholic and owes the various gangs in the hive over twelve million Martian coins."

Everyone gasped when they heard this. Even for the Shangchao noble family, this was a huge sum of money.

Nimrod displayed the evidence he had collected over the past three days one by one, and finally looked at Kivio-39.

"Just imagine, if a scum like Braylon, who has no inheritance rights, were to obtain property that doesn't belong to him, he would quickly squander it all after paying off his debts."

"This is a shameful waste and reduces the efficiency of the entire Tezwok hive."

Kiviole-39 stood up suddenly, his voice crackling from the sonic vibrator buried in his pale chest.

"The defendant's lawyer presented sufficient evidence and sound logic. Om Messiah will never tolerate such blasphemous acts."

Estupiñan felt the gavel in his hand was unusually heavy. He was silent for a few seconds, but decided to give up the large amount of Martian currency that was about to come to him.

He looked at Nimrod with hatred and brought down the gavel heavily.

"This arbitrator and Tech-Priest Kiviole-39 have unanimously determined that Plaintiff Braylon has lost the case against Defendant Howard."

As the Mechanicus sang the binary hymn of Om Messiah, Braylon and Golovin looked pale. The nobles saw a new star rising, and they all remembered the name Nimrod.

At the same time, messy and disordered black threads flashed in Ningluo's eyes. They quickly combined and gradually gathered in his eyes to form the logo of the "Black Emperor" path.

He also discovered that something inside his body seemed to be dissolving and merging with his own spirit.

[The potion has completely digested, and I am now a real "lawyer."]
He looked again at Howard, who was restraining his excitement and maintaining aristocratic etiquette.

[There are also potion materials that will be available soon.]
(End of this chapter)