Warhammer: Empire Reboot

This silver-haired Elven female assassin was taller than most humans, nearly two meters tall, with long limbs and a light frame.

But in front of Lawson's 2.3-meter height, she was finally made to look shorter.

Like a falcon locked in a cage.

Her silver hair fell from her shoulders, the ends slightly messy.

The faces of the Eldar in Ark are too unlike humans, with overly refined lines; their noses, lips, and jaws look as if they have been repeatedly sculpted by some ancient aesthetic.

Her eyes were cold, and she looked at Lawson with anger.

The interrogation over the past few days has left her looking quite haggard.

Her armor had been stripped of its weapon modules, leaving only the Eldar inner armor that fit her body.

The armor was like a second skin, tapering along her shoulders, back, waist, and long legs, outlining the suppleness and strength unique to her non-human race.

Pretty.

Danger.

They were still very dissatisfied.

She had briefly escaped Ash's guard, but she was still like a bird of prey cornered, its feathers ruffled and its claws still intact.

She stared at Lawson, her anger barely contained.

Have you seen enough?

"The information is good," said Lawson.

Ilancia gritted her teeth.

“I did not betray Saim-Han.”

Lawson nodded: "You're already quite tough to last a few days against Ash. Many Imperial Inquisitors couldn't last even half as long as you."

Ilancia said coldly, "I don't need human praise, and I will never help you open that door."

Lawson looked at her and suddenly smiled.

"Row."

Ilancia paused for a moment.

She thought Lawson would threaten her, throw her back to Ash, or use the Soul Stone to coerce her.

Lawson simply waved his hand.

"I have plenty of time."

"The door is right there, it's not going to grow legs and run away. If you don't open it, I'll take my time to figure it out."

He raised his hand and turned off the projection of the Spirit Bone Gate.

"From now on, you will stay by my side."

Ilancia cautiously took a half step back.

"What scheme are you plotting now?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

Lawson said, "You will see whatever I tell you to see. You will answer whatever I ask. You will do whatever I tell you to do. If you disagree, you can go back and continue living with Ash."

Ilancia's expression changed instantly.

Ash Velos, who was standing not far away, immediately showed anticipation upon hearing this.

She clapped her hands gently.

“Master, I still have room reserved for her in my room. She clenches the Soul Stone tightly when she’s scared, it’s so cute.”

Ilancia spoke almost immediately.

"Losen, I'm willing to follow you."

She'd rather be watched by a group of Oglins than share a room with the Keepers of the Secret again.

Lawson looked at Ash.

"you can go now."

Ash's smile faded slightly.

She slowly tilted her head, her long purple hair slipping down her shoulders like a beautiful, venomous creature that refused to retract its claws.

"My master is so cruel."

"You just made a slight cracking sound from her bones, and now you won't let me listen anymore?"

She walked halfway around Elancia, her fingertips almost brushing against the Elven assassin, yet she just missed.

"Fear is the high note."

"Shame is a trill."

"As for the shame of the Ark Spirit Race, it is best to listen in hushed tones. The more you grit your teeth and refuse to utter a sound, the clearer the trembling sound in the Soul Stone will be."

Ilancia's fingertips trembled slightly.

"Shut up, you devil."

Ash chuckled softly.

"Look, Master, she can bite too."

Ash's collar glowed slightly, and her smile froze for a moment.

The next moment, she naturally lowered her head, as if nothing had happened.

"of course."

"If the master says to stop, I will stop."

After saying that, she raised her hand to smooth Ilancia's disheveled silver hair.

"Little Ark, don't be so quick to celebrate."

"You have just been taken away from my fingers by your master."

"The day you become stubborn, the day you disobey, the day your master thinks you're useless..."

She chuckled softly, "You'll miss the tenderness I showed you just now."

Ilancia's pupils constricted.

Ash took a step back, bowed to Lawson, and her smile brightened again.

"Master, I shall take my leave."

She turned and left, her skirt brushing the ground.

As she reached the door, she glanced back at Ilancia one last time.

"Remember to be good."

"If you miss me, please ask your master to send you back."

"I will leave a light on for you."

After Ilancia stayed behind, the Holy Port Dominion gained a very unsociable figure.

She stood three steps behind Lawson.

The distance was enough for her to see the tactical diagram in front of Lawson, and enough for her to draw her sword in an instant.

Of course, whether one can survive after drawing the sword is another matter entirely.

Lawson initially ignored her.

This made Ilancia even more wary.

She had expected the human warlord to humiliate her and force her to reveal more secrets about Saim-Han.

Klossen simply told her to stand.

One stop takes half an hour in Terra.

People were constantly coming and going inside the Royal Court.

Ilancia observed all of this in silence.

She felt increasingly uneasy.

This human warlord's way of ruling was completely different from the empire she knew.

Imperial power is often bloated, sluggish, and stained with the seals of ritual and decay. Nobles strive for prestige, priests recite prayers, officers fill out forms, judges seek out heretics, everyone proclaims loyalty, and everyone shifts blame to others.

Lawson here is like a knife.

Ilancia doesn't like this kind of efficiency.

Lawson would think of her occasionally.

However, the usage was incomprehensible to Ilancia.

The first time, he threw a fragment of a spirit race rune in front of her.

What does this word mean?

Ilancia looked at him coldly.

"do not know."

Lawson raised his hand.

Er Gou picked up a soul stone from the side and made a move to walk away.

Ilancia gritted her teeth.

"stop."

She looked at the fragment of the rune.

"It's not a word, it's a road marking. It means something like 'echo offset,' and it's usually engraved next to unstable side roads to remind pedestrians not to trust their first line of sight."

Lawson nodded.