Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 99 Robert wants to learn psionics

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"...Where is the royal court of the King of Wizardry?"

Inside Connor's mansion, Connor listened to Zhou Yun's question and couldn't help but shake his head.

Two days ago, Zhou Yun learned that the head of the Guilliman family during the era of the Wizard King was the first War King, and that he and Simmoneta had entered the Wizard King's court together. After witnessing the Wizard King's ascension to demonhood and being hit on the head by an obelisk, Zhou Yun pinned his hopes on the fact that there were records of the location of the Wizard King's court in the Guilliman family.

So when he arrived at Connor's mansion today, he didn't go directly to Robert's room to teach Robert, but instead went to Connor first.

"I can only give you the most sincere and direct answer: I don't know."

"You think I know this because my ancestor was the first War King, right?"

Connor turned around, took a book from the bookshelf, and unfolded it in front of Zhou Yun.

That was a family genealogy book.

"But I'm sorry, although I inherited the Guilliman surname, I am not a blood descendant of the first War King."

Connor pointed to the first War King in the family tree and said, "In fact, no one in Macurag today has the blood of the first War King."

"Are you curious why I don't get married or have children, but instead adopt a child to inherit everything from me?"

Zhou Yun shook his head slightly. He noticed that on this family tree, the succession of each generation of War King and each generation of Guilliman family head was through adoption rather than bloodline.

"Because of an ancient legend, or rather, a curse."

"In order to overthrow the rule of the Wizard King, the first War King prayed to the God of War in the blood, praying to obtain the power to fight the Wizard King."

"The God of War despised wizards, so He bestowed power upon the first King of War, filling his blood with rage and power, making him the God of War's chosen one."

"But this gift comes at a price; whoever makes the enemy bleed must first bleed himself."

"The rage in the Lord of War's blood constantly seeks to devour him, plunging him into a bloodthirsty, dark fury, causing his enemies to bleed, and himself to bleed as well."

"In order to break this curse, the first War King chose to pass on everything he had through adoption."

"This has become a political tradition. There have been war kings who have tried to break this tradition and let their own sons inherit everything, but those children with the blood of war kings in their veins eventually fall into madness and rage for no reason when they are eight years old, and attack everything around them uncontrollably."

Connor pointed to the war kings in the family tree who had fathered children, whose offspring all died at the age of eight.

"Even without Robert, I would choose one of Marcus's children to adopt and inherit everything."

"Therefore, the so-called Guilliman family never truly continued. The first War King seemed to believe that those dark, forbidden secrets should have disappeared with the end of the era of the Wizard King, leaving nothing for his successors."

Hearing Connor's words, Zhou Yun understood that Connor had run out of clues.

So, if we want to know the location of the King of Sorcery's court and find the black stone obelisk, we can only hope that there are clues inside the Temple of Simeneta.

However, it seems that the Temple of Simeneta has already been taken over by Slaanesh followers, and Zhou Yun's relationship with those Slaanesh followers is currently... well, it's a bit strained.

"Teacher, do you mean that millions of years ago, a monarch was deceived and pushed all his subjects into a furnace, burning them into snacks for some kind of energy being to eat? Then, fragments of their memories were stuffed into metal skulls, turning them into slaves of those energy beings..."

In Robert Guilliman's room, Robert listened to Zhou Yun's story and said, somewhat astonished.

"...Ah, right." Zhou Yun quickly regained his composure and nodded to Robert Guilliman. "That monarch is called the Silent King, that destroyed race is called the Fearless Ones, and those metal skeletons that inherited some fragments of their memories are the Necromancers of Space. They are currently asleep."

"...Indeed, the universe is vast and all-encompassing; even someone like this can call himself a king." Robert Guilliman sighed.

Then, he looked at Zhou Yun, "Are you still considering the King of Sorcery's royal court?"

"Yes, there's something in that royal court that I absolutely must find—something that concerns the fate of the entire galaxy." Zhou Yun didn't hide anything from Guilliman.

A super brain like Guilliman is meant to be used. After Zhou Yun concealed some inexplicable matters, he simply told Guilliman about his search for the King of Wizardry's court and also that there might be clues inside the Temple of Simeneta.

"But according to you, the Temple of Simeneta has been replaced by some kind of hedonistic cult."

"It is very likely that the cult commissioned the Illidans to assassinate me. Cicero, who once applied for a teaching position with me, was also a member of that cult."

"Father is already tracking down those Illirium's associates and investigating those cult groups."

"But in Makula, nearly one-sixth of the population are followers of Simeneta. How many of them are cultists?"

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"It will probably be difficult to eradicate the cult members completely. That bathhouse is a good starting point, but if we really investigate, we will probably only find out some things like prostitution."

Zhou Yun sighed; he knew Guilliman was right.

Seeing Zhou Yun's somewhat worried expression, Robert Guilliman hesitated for a moment.

He hesitated for a moment, seemingly thinking of what Zhou Yun had just said about the fate of the entire galaxy, before finally making up his mind.

"There is a way for you to obtain information from the Temple of Simeneta, but I think that would be too dangerous for you," Robert Guilliman said to Zhou Yun.

"I'm not afraid of danger." Zhou Yun looked at Robert Guilliman with a slight surprise.

He hadn't realized that Guilliman was now starting to worry about his safety.

"I don't want you to be in danger." Robert Guilliman shook his head. "I consider you someone close to me, and I don't want to see you die."

"However, there are ways to reduce the risk," Robert Guilliman suddenly changed the subject.

"What method?"

"Teach me psychic abilities. If I can learn psychic skills, this plan will be much safer."

Zhou Yun had a slight headache. Ever since he demonstrated his psychic power, Robert Guilliman had been trying to learn psychic abilities.

Zhou Yun originally planned to use the excuse that Guilliman had no talent to get by for now, and then make a plan later.

But Robert Guilliman saw through Zhou Yun's lie at a glance and became convinced that he himself had psychic abilities.

This put Zhou Yun in a difficult position.

Zhou Yun's views on psionic energy are similar to those of Chagatai Khan in the Primarch.

Completely ignoring psychic energy and pretending it doesn't exist is like turning a deaf ear and deceiving oneself.

But the unrestrained use of psionic energy is even more foolish; it's like stepping on the gas and heading straight for hell.

As Chagatai Khan said: No matter how it is interpreted, no matter what it is, no matter where it comes from, He can kill.

The key lies in the restrained and limited use of subspace.

The problem is that everyone believes they are using the subspace in a restrained and limited way, rather than being used by the subspace like others.

At the very least, Zhou Yun had no intention of teaching Prospero's psionic skills to Guilliman.

Who knows if there are any wicked or mysterious ingredients added to those things? If Guilliman were to learn them, it might end up like what Ahriman did to Senko in the future—Guilliman turning 250,000 Ultramarines to dust with a single spell...

Perhaps the version carefully censored over millennia by the court can teach him something.

"So, what exactly is that somewhat dangerous plan you mentioned?" Zhou Yun asked.

Robert Guilliman began to explain his plan.

As Zhou Yun listened, his eyes gradually brightened.

"I see."

"Little Ji, now we're the anti-pornography and anti-illegal publications duo."

"Lord Jialan, you must have heard about it, haven't you?"

"Lord Connor's adopted son was assassinated while receiving lessons at Lord Marcus's house!"

Capio put down his cup of black tea, turned to look at the governor Jalan beside him, and said.

"I've heard about it, it's terrible... He's a good boy, I've met him many times, and he'll be a politician and general no less than his father in the future. If something happens to him, it will be a loss for the entire Macurag."

Jia Lan placed her hand on her chest, took a deep breath, and said.

He was really shocked when he heard that Robert had almost been assassinated, the poor boy.

However, the child was born resilient, so he probably won't suffer any psychological trauma.

It is said that the assassins' accomplices who were responsible for providing backup outside the city have also been exposed, and the city guards are hunting them down.

"It seems his teacher protected him; he's really lucky," Jia Lan said.

"Actually, you've met that teacher before, do you remember him?" Capio said with a smile, "The one who played dice with you at the bathhouse."

"Oh! Zhou Yun, right? A grammar teacher whose luck is on par with mine." Jia Lan slapped her forehead, a look of sudden realization on her face. "I hope that when I go to the Connor Manor to offer my condolences in a few days, that teacher will also be there. Our bet is still unresolved."

"I suppose the winner must be the one you mentioned, Lord Connor. What do you think of my proposal to separate the functions of the bank from the temple?" Capio asked in a kind and gentle voice.

"My Capio, you know, I always trust Connor in these kinds of things."

Jia Lan waved his hand and said, "As long as Connor agrees, I agree."

"I'm considering a slight change to my plan," Capio said with a smile. "After reclaiming the banking functions, I propose that the Macurag government assume the functions of savings and lending, while the temple and we can contribute funds and act as shareholders. Do you think Your Excellency Connor would agree to this?"

"I know Connor. Given Connor's character, he wouldn't mind if you remained wealthy, as long as it wasn't based on excessive exploitation."

Jalan nodded with a hint of approval. He was very satisfied with the old man’s attitude, which he saw as a sign that the moderate nobles had surrendered to him and the reformists represented by Connor.

"But what about the temple..." Jalan asked with a hint of worry. The temple has always been a representative of the conservative forces in Macurag, and it's hard to say that it would voluntarily give up its banking functions and inject capital into the new national bank.

"I have some young friends among the priests who yearn for reform, but their voices are drowned out by conservative old men like Tatius, Imhotep, and Laganon," Kepio said with a smile, then paused...

"There is a small banquet at my manor today, and some young priests will be attending. You can chat with them. Also, there is something in my manor that I would like you to have a look at."

"Something...an artifact?" Jalan himself was a famous collector in Macurag. "I'm afraid it won't work today. I made an appointment with a businessman who has just acquired a rare artifact. It should arrive soon."

"You and Lord Connor are truly close partners, even sharing the same hobbies," Capio said with a smile, flattering him.

"Haha, there are differences. I like rare artifacts and works of art, while Connor prefers all sorts of strange and unusual trinkets—you know what? He has a misprinted silver dinar coin with my portrait on both sides."

"That's really interesting!"