Warhammer: Empire Reboot

When he enters a relaxed state, the load on the entire network decreases.

Adela's hand moved from his back to his right arm.

Lawson sensed that she changed her kneeling position.

Her knees must have been throbbing painfully from the stone slabs by the pool, but she didn't make a sound.

"Why do you do this?" Lawson asked with his eyes closed.

Adèle's hand paused for a moment, then resumed its original rhythm.

"What you mean, sir..."

"Don't beat around the bush with me. Although Cassius lost his position as governor, I haven't touched your personal freedom, and I haven't cut your monthly rations. It's enough for you two to live a peaceful life for the rest of your days."

Adèle lowered her head.

The steam from the bath caused a few stray strands of hair to fall across her forehead and cling to her cheeks, making her face appear even softer than before.

"You're right, sir."

Her lips drew two inches closer to Lawson's ear: "It's purely Adela's respect for the Lord. Since the Lord came to this planet, what he has accomplished is something that three generations of the Cassius family combined could not achieve. 118 billion people are eating meat-flavored rations, the Underhive gangs have been eradicated, and for the first time, ordinary people dare to go out at night. Adela has seen all of this."

The towel in her hand moved from his right arm to his chest, brushing against the ridge of his collarbone.

"And then there's Planet Two. My father's family thought they were doomed. The northern continent had been controlled by rebels for two years, and all the disobedient nobles were hung on the city walls. After the arrival of the lord's troops, not only was the Havilan family's manor saved, but my father was also left with a small piece of land. Our family will remember this kindness to the bone."

Lawson sneered inwardly.

This woman's way of speaking is pleasant.

First, they praise his political achievements, then they mention personal favors, and finally they express their gratitude.

Her hands didn't stop moving either, the pressure just barely touching the line between serving and intimacy.

The aristocratic education at the pinnacle of society and over a decade of courtly social training were certainly not in vain.

“Your father provided my advance team with access to Planet One,” Lawson said, his eyes still closed. “That was his due reward.”

“You are right, sir.”

Adela immediately chimed in, "But giving us an opportunity is the greatest gift in itself. There are thousands of noble families in the entire Obulus system, yet the Lord chose the Havelan family to handle this matter. This shows that the Lord values ​​us and trusts us. This trust is more valuable than any reward."

Lawson finally opened his eyes.

He turned his head and his gaze fell on Adela.

Upon closer inspection, I saw it clearly.

Forty-two-degree steam filled the bathtub for nearly three minutes, and Adela's off-white dress was already mostly soaked with moisture.

The thin fabric became translucent after absorbing moisture, clinging to her body and clearly outlining her figure, which was originally hidden by the skirt.

From her shoulders to her waistline, and then to the curve of her long legs, the woman's figure, mostly hidden by the dress, was now being revealed inch by inch by the humid heat.

Adela noticed Lawson's gaze.

She didn't try to hide it; she simply turned her face slightly to the side, letting the stray hairs falling across her cheeks obscure half of her expression.

The gesture looked like she was shy, but it perfectly brought the curve from her neck to her collarbone into Lawson's view.

"What do you want?"

Adela put down her towel, knelt on the edge of the pool, and placed her hands on her knees.

“My lord, I would like to request permission for Cassius and me to return to the top of the tower.”

Lawson did not speak.

“My husband is an idiot, I know it better than anyone else.”

"During his years as governor, he didn't do many serious things. But he did have one skill: business. Before he took over, Obolos-III ranked seventh from the bottom in the sector in terms of annual trade volume. He took eight years to push it to twelfth. Now, Your Excellency controls three planets, with industry, agriculture, and population."

"Cassius can make money for adults. A lot of money."

Lawson leaned against the pool wall, looking up at the Imperial Eagle on the dome.

"What about you?"

His gaze shifted from the dome back to Adela: "What can you offer me?"

Steam rose slowly from the water's surface between the two men.

Adela took a deep breath.

This breath made the soaked long dress tighten for a moment, then loosen again.

She raised her hand to tuck the stray hairs that were clinging to her cheek behind her ear, revealing her full face.

The moisture condensed into a thin layer of sheen on her skin, spreading from her cheeks to her neck, and then disappearing into the shadows of her neckline.

She looked into Lawson's eyes and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"I can relieve adults' fatigue."

After saying that, she braced herself on the edge of the pool with both hands and slowly slid into the warm water.

The water level was above her waist, and her soaked long dress spread out in the water like a white flower slowly blooming.

She waded through the water, the pool rippling against her chest.

Lawson watched her walk over, but didn't move.

Adela Fully Automatic...

For the next few days, Lawson remained at the governor's mansion.

Swarm intelligence was handling his strategic deployment in the Klein system.

Lawson doesn't need to keep an eye on things personally.

Millions of brains are processing data simultaneously, which is several orders of magnitude more efficient than one person watching the screen.

What he needs to do is get himself into peak condition before the next round of high-intensity psionic combat.

Hot water, food, sleep.

And Adèle.

This woman is indeed capable.

She knows when to apply force and when to relax;

She knew when to say a few casual words and when to quietly curl up next to Lawson, leaving only the sound of her even breathing.

During the day, she served tea and water, made the bed and folded the blankets, and was so meticulous that even Andrei could not find fault with her.

At night, she is a different person.

On Earth, Lawson is never short of women.

They were appendages of the conquerors, a post-war comfort.

Lawson never invested any emotional feelings in them, but he never mistreated them either.

This is the rule of ruthless bandits.

Lawson stood on the governor's terrace, overlooking the skyline of the Third Nest City.

All fatigue disappeared.

He flexed his fingers, and a shadow wheel detached from the living metal wings on his back, hovering, rotating, and deforming at his fingertips, its precision and response speed improving by a tiny step compared to before he set off.

He has recovered to his peak condition.

Fifteen agricultural worlds in the Klein system awaited him behind those starlight.

Sharpening the knife, ready to go.

P.S.: Guys, it's late tonight. I'll post one chapter now, there's still one more to come.

Chapter 143 A person even crazier and more ferocious than the Flesh Tearer has appeared.

After killing the two demon princes, Lawson disappeared.

The two plague legions of the agricultural world, Klein-IX and Klein-IV, were completely wiped out.

Not even a single Plague Walker remained.

Nurgle's altar communication network relayed the news of the two planets' fall to the remaining fifteen nodes.

The Plague Legion reacted quickly.

The first wave of counterattacks arrived five days after Lawson disappeared.

The Death Guardian jumped out of the warp and landed in the northern hemisphere of Klein-IX.

Forty-seven Plague Space Marines clad in MK III heavy armor, along with three Corrupted Raider tanks and tens of thousands of Plague Walkers, launched a fierce attack on the city controlled by the Death Squad.

They ran into a barrage of fire from 80,000 combat-ready soldiers.

Swarm intelligence completes battlefield modeling when Death Guards land.

The advance route, firing range, and weak points of armor for each Plague Space Marine are calculated in real time.

The assassins cleared the front.

The horde of Plague Walkers surged into the pre-set kill zone and was cut into pieces by crossfire.

The Death Guardian lost its human shield and faced plasma beams and heavy explosives coming from three directions simultaneously.

The assassins used building ruins and underground pipe networks to move at high speed.

They specifically circled around to the flanks and rear, using plasma guns to accurately fire at the seams of the armor.

All forty-seven Deathguards were killed in action within six hours of landing.

Not a single one escaped.

The second wave of counterattack occurred on the twelfth day.

This time, 120 Death Guards, plus two Plague Lords and a Filthy Crawler Demon Engine arrived.

The result was the same.