Warhammer 40: Saviors Emerging from the Bottom

To accommodate Karan and his two companions, Lancelot brought his personal chef and mobile kitchen with him.

It can only be said that the upper-class nobles really know how to enjoy life. Fresh ingredients paired with superb cooking skills made Xiao Yi, who had been eating canned food for a long time, very happy.

The dishes that were prepared would be devoured as soon as they were served to him, and of the few people around him, only Arya ate with any elegance.

Faced with the delicious food in front of them, the three of them, Karan, couldn't muster any interest. As the sharp blade that the human empire used to pierce the hearts of its enemies, the Astartes had to undergo training that ordinary people could not endure, and controlling their desires was an extremely important part of this training.

What ordinary people crave is less tempting to them than a loaded bullet gun; food is merely fuel needed to maintain normal bodily functions, and taste is unimportant.

Seeing that his efforts had not achieved the desired results, Lancelot was a little anxious, but there was no use in being anxious. Just then, a small disturbance broke out in a corner of the banquet.

"This is mine!"

"It's clearly mine, don't take it!"

Charles and Redmond were trying to fight over a piece of Grox meat steak, which was extremely precious to them, as they were born from the lower den.

Of course, their struggle was more like a playful fight, but this rude behavior immediately aroused Lancelot's displeasure.

"How dare you two be so disrespectful before the Emperor's angels! Do you want to be court-martialed?"

A thunderous roar echoed through the banquet. Seeing Lancelot's face turn completely black, Charles and Redmond immediately dropped their steaks, sat up straight, and pretended to be serious.

After yelling, Lancelot felt a little less annoyed. He adjusted his expression and apologized to Karan beside him, "Please don't mind them, these guys from the bottom of society don't know anything about table manners."

"More than table manners, I'd like to know when the Governor will send over the equipment we need?"

Sain's tone was blunt and questioning, quite different from Karan's. This Astartes, who was only over ninety years old, exuded a sharp edge unique to young people.

"There are no Astartes Chapters stationed in the nearby star systems, so we cannot produce the weapons the Blackfire Chapter needs, but the Sage Friedrich can help; his warship has a complete forging furnace."

"Sage Friedrich?" Following Lancelot's gaze, Karan found the Mechanicus Sage slowly savoring the food in front of him. A satisfied expression appeared on his face, showing that he was also enjoying the banquet.

Upon noticing that Karan was watching him, Friedrich put down the food he was holding and got to work.

"Repairing and replenishing the equipment needed for the three Astartes will take at least fifty Terra days, but due to mission priority restrictions, this work can only begin after one hundred Terra days."

"Why are you so slow?" Sain asked, somewhat dissatisfied with Friedrich's answer.

"According to the agreement, our unit needs to help Xiao Yi manufacture a new Casterland fighter soldier. According to the normal manufacturing process, it will take one hundred Terra days."

All eyes on the field are now focused on Xiao Yi.

"Well, if you're in a hurry, you can solve your equipment problem first. The Casterland fighter soldiers can be completed whenever they want."

"Thank you for your concession, for the Emperor!" Karan said with a smile, then downed the large glass of wine in his hand.

"For the Emperor!"

With the equipment issue resolved, Karan and his group lost their reason to stay any longer, so the banquet ended quickly.

Xiao Yi and Robert led their men back to the camp to rest, while Lancelot, disappointed at not having achieved his goal, returned to headquarters in the Leman Rustank.

For the next period of time, the Blackfire Chapter will stay by Friedrich's side, protecting the Mechanicus Sage while urging him to forge the equipment as soon as possible.

Friedrich, on the other hand, was to follow Xiao Yi and conduct his own research.

This further aggravated Lancelot's worries. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he swept all the documents on the table onto the floor.

"Damn it!"

Just then, there was a rapid knocking at the door. Although he didn't know who would be looking for him at this time, Lancelot instinctively replied, "Come in."

The door to the command room slowly opened, and a somewhat thin-looking soldier walked in carrying a cup of tea and placed it on the table.

As the other person passed by Lancelot, a faint fragrance suddenly filled his nostrils.

has a problem!

How could such a high-end item as perfume appear on an ordinary soldier in the lower ranks?

Where is the adjutant?

As a soldier, Lancelot's alertness made him reach for the laser pistol at his waist.

"Stop, slowly turn around, don't move, or I'll shoot."

The soldier froze in place.

Seeing that the other party did not move, Lancelot repeated what he had just said.

A sudden, sweet breeze blew by, causing Lancelot to momentarily lose his senses. When he regained his senses, he was already sitting in the chair behind his desk, the laser pistol long gone.

Looking at his empty hands, Lancelot felt extremely uneasy and reached into the drawer of his desk, where a pistol was hidden.

"Don't move." A clear and melodious voice came from behind, along with that familiar fragrance.

The soldier who had pressed the laser pistol against Lancelot's head slowly walked to his front and removed his helmet.

The woman was beautiful, with purple hair and a delicate face that was unforgettable at first glance. Even wearing a tattered soldier's uniform did not diminish her charm in the slightest.

Most importantly, Lancelot knew her; she was Cora, a maidservant to Governor's wife, Salona Granville.

Why is she here?

Hallucination, or a disguise?

Corla looked at Lancelot, who was on guard, smiled slightly, then leaned forward and nestled into his arms.

"It's been so long, have you missed me?"

A sweet, cloying scent filled the air, making Lancelot's already exhausted body feel like it was filled with lead, rendering him completely immobile and at the mercy of his opponent.

"What do you want to do?"

"Of course, I'm attracted by your heroic spirit and want to be your woman."

Corra laughed mockingly; it was clearly a joke, as the seventy-year-old man was not the ideal type for those maids.

His calm expression bored Corla. She placed her right hand on Lancelot's chest and gave him a gentle push, standing in front of the brigadier general again.

"Lady Salona wanted to make a deal with you, so she sent me to negotiate. And I, seeing that you weren't in a good mood, played a little joke."

"So, are you interested?" Corla looked at Lancelot, a strange purple light flashing deep in her eyes.