Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 826 The Terran elites who autonomously choose their Primarchies are to write a biography for Nimrod.
991.M30.

In the Mobai district of Terra, Lemuel Gaumont hurried into his mansion.

After entering the Himalayas, his communication device was jammed, and he lost all contact with the outside world.

His hired guide told him that it was the Emperor's Palace's magical array that was interfering with the communications.

Lemuel did not back down; he pursued every rumor, searching for the sage who had secluded himself in this place.

However, he eventually found only two caves.

The sages who had secluded themselves here had long been driven out by the builders of the palace.

After Lemuel left the Himalayas, he re-established contact with the outside world and learned that eleven months earlier, Lord Sinhalese had brought people to treat his wife, Marika.

In despair, he immediately ran home.

He didn't even bother to put down his backpack, and quickly walked up the marble steps.

The family nurse followed him closely. "Mr. Gaumont, Mrs. Marika has been taken away."

Lemuel turned around and asked angrily.

"Where did she go? I gave you so much money, and I told you to take good care of her."

The family nurse took a step back in fright. "It was Lord Sangha and Lord Terra who took your lady away."

Lemuel pushed her away and strode outside. No matter who took his beloved wife away, he was determined to bring Marika back.

As soon as he stepped out of the villa, he saw the Sangha Lord, dressed in a magnificent robe and holding a scepter, walking towards him.

Lemuel strode over. "My lord, how is Marika?"

“Lemur.” Lord Senggar smiled as he noticed the slight scars on Lemur’s dark skin, marks left by the harsh winds of the Himalayas on his long journey.

His eyes softened, and Lemuel's love for his daughter Marika was known throughout North Africa.

Lemuel was taken aback; the Sinhalese lord had never addressed him so intimately, not even in the seven years since his marriage to Marika.

Lord Sengha embraced Lemuel intimately. "Lemuel, you need not worry. The Shadow of Order that Lord Drake summoned has taken Marika away."

"I believe she has definitely been rescued."

A shadow of order?

Lemuel was taken aback; General Drake had actually responded to Lord Sinhalese's request.

"My lord, please take me to see Lord Drake."

“Lemur, there’s no need for such formality between us,” Lord Senggar said with a smile.

“I am Marika’s father, and you are her husband. From now on, you can call me Father.”

"Yes, Lemuel, from now on we're brothers."

Seeing his Sangha successor so close to him, Lemuel walked up to him with a smile and embraced him intimately from the other side.

He stared at the honey-colored glow spreading across their bodies, and a chill ran through him.

[Did they offer Marika to Lord Barton for some wicked purpose?]
Lemuel was about to question him when he suddenly realized that he had lost most of his fortune.

Even at his wealthiest, he was not as rich as Lord Senggar, and certainly not comparable to General Drake.

Lemuel's thoughts raced, a smile spreading across his face as he echoed the words of Lord Sengha.

“Father, in that case, please take me to see Marika.”

"I believe you can understand how much I miss her."

"She's not in Terra." A dignified voice suddenly rang out.

Lemuel turned his head and saw a tall and imposing figure walking towards him.

"Lord Drake." Lord Sengha bowed respectfully. He noticed that the general was even more robust and imposing than he had been a year ago, exuding power with every step he took.

"Fighter" Drake strode over, and before leaving, the black-robed Order Shadow handed him a bottle of pure white potion stained with streaks of blood.

That was Lord Ninglu's reward; he had received a new gift.

Keon remained in Terra, but upon learning of Lemuel Gaumont's return, he did not come to him, but instead asked someone to relay his message.

"The shadow of order took Marika away."

When Lemuel met the renowned General Drake, he was startled and even more puzzled by the pure sincerity shining through the other's words.

He stared at General Drake and pressed for an answer.

Is Marika still alive?

“She’s not dead,” Barton said. He hadn’t seen Marika that day either; she left lying on Ivory Yovan’s automated operating table.

"The shadow of order is healing her; you may see her again in the future."

[It's the truth!] Lemuel stared intently at General Drake, his pure white expression unchanged. He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling deeply apologetic for his suspicion of General Drake.

Lemuel's mind went blank for a few seconds, and he clenched his teeth.

"What can I do?" He didn't want to wait like this.

"You should go to the Fifteenth Army Corps to look for it."

“You know, Marika’s cancer is not treatable with conventional medical methods.”

"In the mysterious realm, besides the shadow of order, there is the Thousand Sons."

Lemuel's eyes lit up, then he frowned again.

He was just a wealthy businessman; how could he possibly get close to the Emperor's angel—Children?

All he possessed was wealth, but that meant nothing to Astartes.

A series of thoughts flashed through Lemuel's mind, but finally one word settled in his mind: chronicler.

……

The first day of 992, Nest City, North Africa.

An official from the Ministry of the Interior casually fiddled with the data board in his hand.

"Lemuer Gaumont".

"Your intentions, Fifteenth Legion."

"What talents do you possess that would allow you to follow the great 'Thousand Sons'?"

Lemuel handed over a stack of bound documents with both hands. “Sir, I have prepared carefully and am confident that I can keep up with ‘Thousand Sons’ pace.”

The Ministry of the Interior official took it, twisted it, felt its weight, and a smile appeared on his indifferent face.

He raised his head and glanced at the person in front of him, noticing the many lightning bolts, spirals, and other embroidered patterns on the linen robe.

Where did the pattern on your clothes come from?

“Sir, these are my designs, from scrolls in my collection,” Lemuel replied, nervously watching the examiner whose interest was turning pale blue.

He sold off all his possessions, including the inherited business in Nestorian North Africa. Now he has nothing and only one chance.

To Lemuel's surprise, the Sangha Lord actually supported his risky move, which involved investing all his wealth, and provided considerable assistance, enabling him to surpass tens of thousands of applicants and get an interview opportunity so quickly.

"Hmm, not bad, you are indeed very suitable to follow 'Chiko'."

Lemuel saw the auditing officials swiping across a data panel, making notes.

"Go back and wait for news."

As time passed, Lemuel Gaumont felt each day was an eternity. His initial certainty gradually turned into doubt, until finally he had no confidence at all.

After nearly 45 days of torment, he finally received the electronic letter.

[Lemuel Gaumont: Imperial Ministry of the Interior, Records Division, Qualification Review Department. Congratulations! Your application has been approved. You are now authorized to travel to the Fifteenth Legion to record the immortal achievements of the "Thousand Sons" during the Great Expedition.]

Please follow the attached schedule and report to Cairo Star Harbor on the designated date. When reporting, please present your electronic identity certificate and electronic key to the review personnel.

Congratulations again! Wishing you a pleasant journey and that you return with a record of the great expedition for the Lord and the Seal Bearer of mankind.

Lemuel swung his arm forcefully, gazing into the distance.

“Marika, I will definitely find a way in ‘Thousand Sons’. Wait for me.”

At the same moment that Lemuel Gaumont, after arduous efforts, obtained the qualification of "Thousand Sons" narrator, the luxurious shuttle of Pedronila Viva, also a narrator from North Africa, landed on the flight deck of the Shadow of the Throne.

Pedronila carries the blood of the Capinus family of Cairo, the most powerful and prestigious family in the Terra court.

Her birth was far more noble than that of the Sangha Lord, and she was free to choose which legion she wanted to join.

Her choice was Nimrod and "Shadow of Order".

Pedronella's shuttle was a modified version of the Astartes model, far more comfortable, luxurious, and spacious than the standard model, capable of carrying her personal belongings.

Her olive-colored arms rested on the maple desk as her father told her that this heirloom was a gift from the Emperor himself to his great-great-grandmother, commemorating the Great Oath of the Urals.

Before her shuttle took off from Cairo Starport, her father gifted her a maple desk.

Countless traveling merchants and wanderers rushed to help her, allowing her shuttle to reach its destination with only three transfers.

Pedrona parted her red lips slightly and took an elegant breath.

Although her family could send her to any legion, that was about it.

Her noble birth did not mean that she could get everything she wanted, including her decision to give up her position as a court representative of the Capinus family and become the target of a chronicler—writing the biography of Lord Nimrod.

(End of this chapter)