Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

"Hey, knight."

Someone sat down next to them.

Henry looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was a woman speaking.

The person who arrived was wearing a jumpsuit stained with years of grease, with the sleeves haphazardly rolled up to the elbows.

Oil stains that couldn't be washed off remained on the exposed skin.

She casually tied her hair back with a discarded wire, and a wrench and measuring instrument hung from her waist.

They look like technicians on this ship.

The woman rested her chin on her hand, observing the newcomer to the unfamiliar place with great interest.

It's like observing a rare animal.

"I bet a whole thirty Throne Coins on you."

The woman smiled and said to Henry.

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"

Henry hadn't reacted yet.

After a long while, he finally managed to utter two dry syllables.

"Henry".

"that's all?"

"that's all."

The woman raised an eyebrow.

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Before she could continue speaking...

A scruffy head leaned in from the side, and a loud voice forcefully interrupted their conversation:

"Henry? By the Emperor, what a boring name."

"In all my years on the sea, I've seen at least a hundred hapless fellows named Henry in the Lower Nest."

"Since you come from an abandoned spaceship, you should have a resounding name."

The bearded gunslinger stroked his chin and spoke nonsense with a straight face.

"How about 'Henry the Immortal'?"

The voice just fell.

A snicker immediately came from the side.

"Your taste in names is worse than the synthetic starch paste in the hold."

Another sailor rolled his eyes and loudly mocked.

"If you ask me, 'Fake Henry' would be the most fitting name."

"After all, no one can prove that he comes from a family of knights."

The bearded man immediately became unhappy.

"Are you looking for trouble?"

"What? Want to practice?"

The people here are known for their fiery tempers.

A few words of argument escalated into a full-blown fight in just three seconds.

The two grabbed each other by the collar, overturned the iron table amidst the deafening shouts of the surrounding crowd, and rolled around in a heap.

Instead of trying to stop the fight, the crew members, who seemed to enjoy watching the drama unfold, formed a circle and started a new round of gambling.

"Bet on the beard with ten Throne coins and you'll win!"

"I'll bet twenty!"

"I'm betting they'll both die together, who's going to open the betting pool?"

The woman turned her head away with a hint of helplessness.

It's as if they've long been used to it.

"Ignore them."

She looked at Henry again.

"They've been on the ship for too long."

"If we don't fight every now and then, everyone will be driven crazy by the chaos sooner or later."

Let's continue our conversation.

The woman said.

"So, you really are a knight?"

"no."

"I don't belong to any knightly family... I'm the son of a blacksmith."

The woman blinked and sighed, feigning regret.

"That must have disappointed a lot of people."

Why?

"Because legendary stories are always more anticipated than bleak realities."

She shrugged.

"A fallen knight who crawled out of a wrecked ship, with a legendary past, now penniless and yearning for revenge."

"And a lousy guy named Henry."

"The former is clearly more popular."

Henry didn't respond.

He lowered his eyes and stroked the gramophone in his arms.

After struggling for a while, he asked.

"Where am I?"

Who are you people?

The woman looked enlightened.

"I almost forgot."

"Henry, welcome to the Faraway."

"Strictly speaking, it belongs to a wandering merchant."

"And I, and them—"

She pointed to the group of guys watching the fight.

"They are all that gentleman's employees."

Henry frowned slightly.

"Employees?" Henry frowned.

"That's right."

The woman smiled broadly, seemingly very proud of it.

"Mercenaries, gunners, sailors, mechanics, doctors, con artists, thieves, gamblers, and occasionally a few wanted criminals on board."

"Of course, this includes some friends from other races...those with whom we can communicate in a friendly manner."

"In short, it has everything."

Henry remained silent for a moment.

"It doesn't sound like a respectable, law-abiding place."

"Because it wasn't to begin with."

The woman was overjoyed and laughed even more happily.

"But our boss is doing alright."

"At least he has a bottom line than most traveling merchants and wanderers in the Milky Way."

"You could also call it... kindness."

"Kind?"

Henry repeated it subconsciously.

This word seems somewhat absurd in the context of such a galaxy.

"It sounds like a hoax concocted by a warp demon."

The woman was amused once again.

"really."

"But everything depends on the contrast with the peers."

She leaned back in her chair, shifting to a more comfortable position.

"In the eyes of those big shots."

"He may still be a profit-driven businessman."

"But in the eyes of us..."

"He's already a rare good boss."

Just then, a burst of cheers erupted from the gambling area not far away.

"I've got a brilliant idea!"

A shirtless mercenary excitedly stepped onto the metal tabletop, shouting with spittle flying.

"This can prove whether he is a knight or not!"

The chaotic crowd quieted down, and dozens of eyes turned to him at the same time.

"How do you verify it?"

"It's very simple."

The mercenary grinned widely, but his smile, lacking two front teeth, was lisping.

"Throw him into the ring and have him box!"

The air froze for a brief two seconds.

Then the entire interrogation room erupted in cheers that seemed to lift the roof off.

"Great idea!"

"I like this!"

"I want to see him beat O'Glenley!"

Henry was in a real bind.

The woman held her forehead.

He had an expression that said, "I knew it would turn out like this."

Before Henry could even voice his opinion...

Seven or eight hands reached out at the same time.

"Stop dawdling, sir!"

"Let's go, let's show the brothers what the noble iron fist is all about!"

Don't be shy!

"I told you I don't belong to a knightly family."

Henry was forced to stand up from his chair, trying to regain his balance in the crowd, and began to explain.

"Oh yes, yes, yes." Everyone nodded in agreement without much sincerity.

The force pulling him didn't lessen at all, shoving him straight towards the door.

"I'm really not."

"Of course, we absolutely believe in you."

The mercenary leader grinned from ear to ear.

"So hurry up and get into the ring for a fight, so we can finally give up!"

Henry: "..."

I don't know why.

He suddenly had the illusion that he was being kidnapped by a group of green-skinned people.

It's hard to believe this isn't just another trick by Tzeentch.

The woman remained seated.

She just smiled and waved at him.

Henry was escorted out of the interrogation room by a crowd.

Henry glanced back at the last thing he saw as he turned the corner.

The woman remained seated at the long metal table.

No sound was made.

But Henry still understood her lip movements.

"May your military career prosper."

She paused.

He then gave a meaningful smile.

"knight."