I am in Warhammer's Heartsteel

"Hello!"

The cold greeting extinguished Dejan's illusions.

He subconsciously looked up.

Outside the static force field, the Ark Spirit Race, clad in tight-fitting spirit bone armor, stood there with heroic bearing.

I've seen the throne room before, and Dejan still has some recollection of this person.

"Has His Excellency Koren changed his mind?"

"No, that's not it."

After a moment of false joy, Deyang sat back down.

"Alright, alright, I haven't asked yet?"

Upon hearing Deyan speak Eldar, Claire exclaimed "Oh dear!" and became even more convinced that the human before her was no ordinary being, further reinforcing her stereotype.

"Human, you can speak Eldar language?"

"A little bit, someone other than human, I have a name, Dejan Davent."

"Claire, His Excellency Corren's personal bodyguard." Claire took out Julia's sidearm and asked bluntly, "Where did you get this gun?"

Come again?

Dejan remained expressionless, watching Claire, who was pointing a gun at him, with a thoughtful look on her face.

Judging from his serious demeanor, he clearly knows Yulia's name. Could it be that he killed Yulia and took her sidearm?

If that's the case, then that's interesting.

Dejan laughed, glancing sideways at Claire, and said in a deliberately mysterious tone, "I'm hungry, I can't remember."

"Get me something to eat, and I'll tell you."

Claire hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

"make a deal."

Dejan remembered Commissar Kairos and the unfulfilled feast, and quickly added, "Don't try to fool me with protein bars or corpse starch. I want Grove steak with Tandis fine wine."

"Wait."

Claire turned and left, returning a while later with an exquisite insulated food container and a metal wine bottle radiating cold air.

She opened a small opening in the force field and carefully handed the item in, acting as if facing a formidable enemy the whole time, much like feeding a tiger at a zoo.

Dejan wanted to laugh, but his attention was quickly drawn to the food.

The Grove steak is similar to beef steak, pan-fried to perfection, juicy and tender on the inside, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. One bite and the rich meaty aroma explodes on your taste buds. Paired with some unidentified vegetables, Dejan ate with his eyes narrowed and gave a thumbs up.

The Tandis wine was a bit lacking.

It's actually just wine.

Commissar Kelos's long-awaited wine turned out to be utterly disappointing.

It tastes sour and astringent.

It's probably because I haven't sobered up yet.

Deyang took two bites and then stopped touching it.

Hmm, how about a bottle of soda?

Overall, he was very satisfied with his first meal after transmigrating.

This meal was an absolute luxury in Warhammer.

"Finished eating?" Claire's voice rang out at the opportune moment, seeing that Dejan had finished eating. "Go ahead and say it."

Deyang wiped his mouth, revealing an innocent, boy-next-door smile.

"I found it."

Claire immediately turned hostile, drew her gun, and glared at him.

"You're kidding me!!!"

"I really found it, sister, you have to believe me."

Deyang was having a headache. He was telling the truth, so why didn't anyone believe him?

Claire was furious and tried to pull the trigger several times.

"Who are you calling 'sister'? I'm not even 200 years old yet. According to your human calculations, I've just come of age."

Dejan: "Oh really? If you were human, you'd be useless at this age."

"you…"

Carlisle wanted to lash out, but he had a low threshold for laughter and burst out laughing.

It directly undermines the effectiveness.

Deyang figured it out.

Don't let her nearly 200 years fool you; she's not cunning at all.

She's much more pleasing to the eye than that crazy old hag Julia.

The Geling Clan seemed like an anomaly.

He felt a bit embarrassed for getting a free meal without saying anything.

"Alright, since you're beautiful and kind and gave me food, and since you asked so sincerely, I'll mercifully tell you, but I have one condition."

Claire had no trust in Dejan and rejected him without hesitation.

"No, tell me now."

"Actually, it's not a very demanding condition. You just need to swear not to reveal what I'm about to say," Deyang said mysteriously.

Clara glanced at Julia's sidearm and couldn't resist her curiosity.

"Alright, I'll trust you one last time. I swear in the name of Asuyan, the father of the gods, that I will never reveal what you're about to say."

Asuyan is the core object of worship for the Ark Eldar; therefore, the Ark Eldar are also known as the Asuyan Eldar.

Using Asuyan as an oath was undoubtedly the greatest show of sincerity to the Ark Eldar. Deyan had no more reservations, took a deep breath, and solemnly asked, "Do you know Saint Gilles?"

"I know, the Primarch of the Blood Angels of the Ninth Legion, renowned for their benevolence and wisdom, and widely regarded by you humans as a near-perfect Primarch. I have a systematic understanding of your human history." Claire looked suspicious. "Why are you mentioning Saint Gilles? What does it have to do with Julia Nightkiss?"

"Yes, because I am Saint Gilles." Dejan turned around, his not-so-tall figure revealing a touch of nonchalance, as if he were 'turning his back on all living beings and ruling alone through the ages'.

"You're talking nonsense! Saint Gilles clearly died at Horus's hands during the Horus Rebellion; that happened ten thousand years ago!" Seeing Dejan still spouting nonsense, Claire gritted her teeth in anger. "Damn it, my patience has its limits."

My head hurts!

Deyan shook his head slightly. He didn't want to implicate the Archangel, but he really couldn't explain his origins or his relationship with Julia. He couldn't very well say, "Grandma, I'm from 3K Terra. I had a nap with Julia thanks to Slaanesh's matchmaking, and afterwards I stole her sidearm."

Who would believe that if I told them?

It's more like calling him an archangel of staged accidents.

"Really, you don't know, but there's a genetic backup in the Terra Palace. The Empire used the genetic backup to resurrect me. I am Saint Gilles, and the Astral Army is just my disguise." Dejan became more and more engrossed in his speech, his eyes fixed intently on Claire. "Go back and tell your elders to send me a few Phoenix ships. Once I've reorganized the Blood Angels, reclaimed the galaxy, and wrestled with your Eldar from the Ark, we'll form a great vortex and rule together."

"Trying to get something for free, huh?" Claire removed her faceplate, looking disdainful. "If I ever have the chance to meet the Blood Angels again, I'll definitely tell them about the Astral Army's Genetic Father named Dejan Davent who orchestrated their schemes."

"Hopefully they're not furious."

"You're just waiting to die!"

Claire glared at Dejan and stormed off.

"Come again next time!" Deyang waved, transforming into a lucky cat.

Perhaps it was the power of her S-class charm, or perhaps the long interstellar voyage was just too boring, but over the next few days, Claire would occasionally come over and wander around.

Over time, Deyang and she became quite familiar with each other.

The topics gradually broadened.

From Eldar philosophy to the Great Human Expedition.

We talk about everything from outer space to the uterus.

Claire was surprised to find that Dejan's knowledge was ridiculously broad.

Although he can be a bit sarcastic, he never lets his words fall flat.

Chatting with Deyang is always entertaining.

The most crucial factor is Dejan's attitude.

As an Eldar, Claire was part of a predominantly human community and inevitably faced discrimination.

Dejan never looked at her with prejudice and always communicated with her on an equal footing, just like a friend.

This pleased Claire greatly.

He visited Deyan more and more frequently.

Chatting with Deyan became a rare treat during the trip.

During this process, Dejan also extracted a lot of information from Claire, including that the flagship was called the Vision.

Elijah Coron was a direct descendant of the Coron merchant dynasty.

The history of the Corinthian dynasty can be traced back to the Great Expedition.

Its profound cultural heritage is astonishing.

But this only made Dejan more puzzled.

Why did Elijah Coron, who came from a distinguished family, go to Gondor?

According to Claire's description, Gondor was merely a remote, desolate mining world on the border of the Empire.

Why would Elijah Corren personally travel across galaxies to such a godforsaken place?

Something is wrong!

Deyan sensed a conspiracy.

What secrets is Gondor hiding?

Ancient ruins, some kind of precious resource, or perhaps a sacrifice carried out to evade the empire's eyes and ears?

Will that old fox Elijah Corren hand him over to the court?

The answer will likely be revealed in Gondor.