Travel to Warhammer 40K with Grey Wind

Well...triangular trade is a classic system in human economics and it is a must-try.

"Let's talk to Medius before we go back to Faya. We'll be preparing to invade Comoros soon, and we'll need his cooperation then."

Russell turned the boat around and headed for Clentalina. On the way, he passed by the famous holiday planet: Emerald Planet. He had the opportunity to bring some of the local specialty cakes and black tea to Grey Wind.

When the Pot of Greed docked at the orbital port of Emerald Star, a ship caught Russell's attention.

It was an extremely luxurious naval vessel. Its majestic body, gorgeous decoration and the cathedral with a giant statue of the emperor were all unforgettable, but what caught Russell's eye most was the huge 'Ω' logo on the side of the ship.

That is the symbol of the Ultramarines, and this ship is from Ultramar.

"Ever since the Krenna sector began importing ships on a large scale from the Far East star field, traditional fortress-type heavy ships have become rare here." Russell walked out of the dock and took a few more looks at the gorgeous battleship with some curiosity.

The decoration is gorgeous, but it is not as big as the Pot of Greed, so it is not as beautiful as my ship. Well, that's it.

Russell led the sisters Revatien and Revagallen down the star port. This time they had a follower, so they could bring more drinks, snacks and other things to make good use of the Eldar's physical strength.

"It is my great honor to have Mr. Russell visit Emerald Star again." The waitress said with a smile as she packed drinks for Russell.

The waiter who received Russell was the same one as the last time he came. Familiar servants can bring some intimacy to the big shots who come here as guests. Medius's industry is very good at grasping the details in this regard, which makes people feel comfortable. This is especially rare for Russell, who is not very good at dealing with strangers of the opposite sex.

"I saw a ship from Ultramar docked at the port. Have the Ultramarines sent representatives to visit the Lion King?" Russell asked.

The waiter smiled and shook his head. "It turns out that even you can make wrong guesses sometimes. The owner of this ship is not an Ultramarines, but the Admiral of the Greater Ultramar Segment, Lord Wagner Ebolon Civitas."

It turns out that he is not an Ultramarines, but an officer of the Imperial Navy? Russell nodded, picked up a nut and put it in his mouth. Seeing the curious eyes of the Eldar sisters, he handed another one to each of them.

"Don't have any unrealistic expectations about the taste. The physiological structures of the elves and humans are very different. I don't think you can swallow delicious food." Russell gave a warning in advance.

"Got it, Master~" Revatien opened the lower half of his mask to reveal his tender pink mouth, and put the nut to his mouth, crunching it like a rodent.

It turned out to be a female slave of the Eldar tribe... It turns out that Mr. Russell is not pure and abstinent, but he is chaste and only eats the ones he raises at home. The waiter at the side thought to himself.

Russell didn't know that his image here had quietly changed. He just waited for the snacks to be packed while looking at the square outside through the French window. Revagaren closed his visor again and looked in the direction of his sight. He saw a group of people wearing navy uniforms, state church priest robes, and tribunal uniforms walking through the city.

"The one walking in front of the team is Marshal Wagner. He, along with the priests and inquisitors beside him, has just enjoyed a three-day relaxation on Emerald Star and is now preparing to go to Klentalina to meet Lord Lion El Johnson."

The waitress explained at the right time: "The Primarch was busy holding a tactical meeting regarding the current situation, so he did not summon them immediately... Ah, they are coming this way. Marshal Wagner is also going to bring some specialties from Emerald Star back to Ultramar?"

Russell frowned slightly, and the blond man, who was about 1.9 meters tall, with a hooked nose, deep eyes, and a bullet mark on his chin, opened the door and walked in.

This is Wagner Civitas, the Admiral of Ultramar.

...No, he should be less than 1.9 meters tall. Russell noticed that Wagner's walking posture was subtly inconsistent with the proportions of his upper and lower legs. It seemed that he had installed height-increasing accessories inside his boots.

After walking into the door, Wagner snorted coldly. Because the maids in the room were helping Russell pack drinks and snacks, no one was immediately assigned to receive them, and the honorable admiral actually opened the door himself.

The waitress beside Russell also realized this, she stopped what she was doing, crossed her hands and rubbed them in front of her belly, stood there with her head down and said nothing, ready to be punished or even killed.

Not all big shots are as good-tempered as Russell. It is a waiter's lifelong luck to receive a guest who is easy to get along with.

Seeing that Wagner seemed to be about to charge him, Russell stepped forward and stood in front of the trembling waiter: "I guess you are the famous Marshal Wagner. I have heard of you for a long time. I am honored to meet you here."

"Who are you?" Wagner frowned.

"Russell, Russell Astarte." Russell smiled faintly, "I think my name is still somewhat well-known."

Wagner's eyebrows twitched slightly.

As the sole and full-powered spokesperson for the Star Bullet, he was indeed somewhat well-known. Currently, no one in any star region connected to the Stargate network was not trying to find an opportunity to please this guy. Unexpectedly, I actually ran into him here.

"Nice to meet you. I have been hearing your name for a long time and have been looking forward to meeting you, but I didn't expect it to be here." Wagner's tone was gentle and his words were very polite.

Although in his heart he had long regarded the Star Bullet as a mortal enemy that must be eradicated, Wagner was not a man who acted on impulse as he was able to take the position of Admiral of the Navy in Ultramar, where the elite culture prevailed. He knew very well that the relationship with Russell could not be strained now.

If we want to go to war with the Star-Dart, we must at least gain the support of the Lion King and the Dark Angel.

According to Wagner's investigation, StarBullet and the Dark Angels had a rather unpleasant past. StarBullet even wiped out two sub-groups of the Dark Angels himself, but he was not able to find out what went deeper.

But what is certain is that as long as the Dark Angels can be won over and with the support of the Emperor's children of God, great things can be expected.

Now, let's just pretend to be nice to this guy.

Wagner smiled and shook Russell's hand.

Chapter 282: Clean Dust, Turbid Dust, Mixed Dust Embers

Chapter 281: Clean Dust, Turbid Dust, Mixed Dust Embers

After some pretense of negotiation with Wagner Civitas, Russell drove the Pot of Greed, which was loaded with black slaves and specialties from Emerald Star, away from Clentalina and prepared to return to Falla.

It was unexpectedly pleasant to get along with Marshal Wagner. Should we say he was worthy of being a high-ranking noble in Ultramar? This person was very knowledgeable about food, entertainment and other aspects of life. Russell also learned a lot from him, such as "You can't use low-quality industrial fuel to boil black tea. You must use charcoal fire, and you must use high-quality jujube charcoal made from the pits of fully ripe high-quality blood agate candied dates in a mithril furnace to boil out the aroma of black tea to the greatest extent." This seemed useless, but it seemed very sophisticated.

Russell took a sip of the black tea brewed by Revatien with an alcohol lamp, and thought that the Second Empire nobles of the old Macragge Zhenglan Banner were really particular about drinking tea.

It's much more sophisticated than a mere federal dictator like him.

Arriving at the planet Pluto, the onboard sensors of the Pot of Greed detected a large number of flying object signals in this galaxy from afar. There were three magnificent orbital starports in the orbit of the giant planet closest to the gate of Pluto. I hadn't noticed them the last time I came. They should be new buildings completed in recent years.

The three giant orbital ports are filled with numerous civilian ships waiting in line to pass through the star gates to other star regions. The large ships are like floating islands in space. Small speedboats and homemade aircraft are constantly coming and going between the steel islands, conducting some private barter transactions.

Yes, even in the interstellar age, humans still barter.

Due to the vast territory and inconvenient transportation, the economic system of the Human Empire is very chaotic. Even the Throne Coin issued by Terra, which represents the authority of the Emperor, cannot be circulated smoothly in all star regions. The lack of a unified currency means that some items often do not have truly authoritative pricing. Therefore, private transactions between different star regions will have the magical scene of barter.

However, this type of transaction is limited to the private activities of small traders, and the real material transactions are generally settled using throne coins and "Spirit Dust".

'Spirit Dust' is the abbreviation of Psychic Dust in the Human Empire. In many cases, Psychic Dust is far more popular than Throne Coin. No merchant will refuse a transaction settled with Psychic Dust. It is the most popular currency among all currencies.

The only problem is that the birth rate of the Eldar is too low, and Psionic Dust is considered a semi-non-renewable resource. Otherwise, it is possible that this thing will completely replace the status of Terra Throne Coin one day.

"The port is very lively. From a distance, it looks like a rural market." Russell glanced at the ships coming and going in the port, got off the ship in a good mood, and went to queue up for a number with the Mechanicus priest who managed the Stargate.

This time he did not use the priority passage privilege for star-shooters. His purpose was to observe the situation after the star gate was opened to the public.

There were more ships and people in the orbital port, and it was a mixed bag. Russell noticed that the berthing spaces with the best location, the most light, and the closest to the stargate were all occupied by large and magnificent ships with a distinguished background. Some civilian ships that looked shabby and poorly maintained could only be docked at the edge of the starport close to outer space, barely avoiding being driven out.

Some low-level technicians from the lower-ranking Mechanicus moved around these civilian ships, providing them with paid equipment repair services.

Russell took a quick look around and met a lot of scalpers queuing up.

"Mr. Russell is in such a good mood that he is here to understand the sentiments of the untouchables."

A slightly hoarse electronic voice interrupted Russell's walk. He turned around and saw a middle-aged man wearing a brown loose robe, who looked to be around 4 to 50 years old. As for his appearance... I didn't recognize him.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

"I am just a humble wandering merchant. I am not worthy of your mention." The other party smiled very friendly and introduced himself: "My name is Taltaler, not a nickname. My real name is Taltaler."

"Oh." Russell had no interest in this somewhat funny name.

"It's my honor to meet you." Taltal said hurriedly.

"Anyone is qualified to meet me." Russell pointed to a super-heavy armed merchant ship parked in the distance and said, "I'll ask you a question. If you can come up, I'll give you a small gift as a reward."

"Just say it." Taltal said confidently.

"That ship should belong to the Imperial Merchant Fleet. I just observed that when they were trading a batch of fluorite ore, in addition to psychic dust and throne coins, they also used some light gray mixed powder as a transaction voucher. What is that?"

"You mean, 'dust'?" Taltal said carefully.

"Zhuochen?" Russell was a little interested: "Tell me more."

"The appearance of turbid dust is a gray powder mixed with many impurities. Like psychic dust, it contains a lot of psychic energy, but it needs to be purified by a centrifuge and the impurities need to be sifted out before it can be used." Taltaler said, "I guess you have guessed it by now. That's right, turbid dust is the final product of slightly modifying the psychic chain reaction formula that originally only works on the elves and using it to ignite humans..."

Russell showed an expected expression and nodded slightly, indicating that he should continue.

So Tal Tal continued.

With the joint efforts of the Star-Bombs, the Expeditionary Fleet, and the Imperial dignitaries, Psychic Dust once became an absolute commodity that was freely circulated in all star regions connected by stargates. However, the huge demand of humans was completely disproportionate to the sparse population of the Eldar. The supply and demand imbalance of Psychic Dust caused its exchange rate to rise steadily.

The high value of the Eldar has caused bounty hunter groups and nomadic tribes that hunt the Eldar to spring up like mushrooms in the Ultramarine, but humans' frenzied hunting without regard for life and death has made it more difficult to obtain psychic dust, further raising the value of the Eldar and attracting more people to take up arms and join this blue ocean.

This is an unsolvable cycle that keeps spiraling upwards. Now, even the Emperor's Angels of Death and the Astartes Chapter have begun to get involved in the business of hunting and killing the Eldar. The Space Wolves alone have destroyed several virgin Eldar worlds and captured a large number of Savage Eldar.

"Later, a psionic master of the Inquisition who did not want to reveal his identity modified the chain reaction formula for the Eldar, making it effective for humans as well. Thus, 'Dust' was born." Taltal explained the current market situation to Russell:

The current spiritual energy currency is divided into 4 levels.

Tier 1: The psychic dust created by the burning of the Ark Eldar or the Savage Eldar is the most precious and pure. It can be used to directly power equipment or be inhaled without refining. It is called "Pure Dust".

The second level: Psionic dust from the combustion of Dark Eldar or human β-level or higher psionicists. Due to individual differences, it usually contains some unusable crystalline impurities and needs to be purified by a centrifuge before it can be used normally. Therefore, it is called "turbid dust".

Tier 3: The psychic dust created by the combustion of ordinary human psychics is of lower purity and contains more impurities. It can only be used after multiple purification steps. It is called "mixed dust".

Tier 4: Uses psychic dust from the burning of mortals. It has the lowest purity, with varying amounts of impurities, making it difficult to use. It is called "emeralds".

The general exchange rate is:

1 clean dust = 11 dirty dust

1 turbid dust = 23 miscellaneous dust

1 dust = 97 embers

This exchange rate will fluctuate depending on the specific impurity content of the dust at the time of the transaction.

"What a terrible exchange rate." Russell shook his head. "The Inquisitor directly announced the formula for burning humans to make dust. Isn't he afraid that some people who can't catch the Eldar will simply give up hunting the Eldar and choose to massacre human civilians?"

Taltal smiled and said, "Why do you have the illusion that they haven't started the massacre yet?"

Russell was startled.

Yes, the number of elves is so rare, and the fighting power of the elves is so strong. Even if there are more humans who are crazy about money, they will find it difficult to survive and will slowly die out when the prey is getting smaller and smaller and far stronger than themselves.

However, in recent years these groups have not only not disappeared, but have become more prosperous, with new armed groups constantly rising up and joining the massacre.

What are they killing?

Chapter 283 Reasons

Chapter 282 Reasons

Russell further learned that the bounty hunters and nomadic tribes roaming the stars were actually divided into different levels. The top armed groups with the most elite personnel and the best equipment were actually private armies secretly raised by the bureaucrats. Their logistics were provided by the local star district government. They ate official food and did some dirty work for the bureaucrats in the name of civilian groups.

The ones who are really hunting the Eldar are the wild bounty hunter groups with crude equipment. They have faith in the Emperor, and in the name of the Lord of Mankind, they fight the aliens to make some money at the same time... It's not that the morals of the civilian groups are higher than the private armies of the masters, it's mainly because the wild hunters have no backing, and even if they kill civilians and get dust and embers, they can't get access to suitable channels to sell the stolen goods.

At least on the surface, the use of psychic chain burning on humans is still prohibited.

"Harvesting civilians is the privilege of the masters, but the hunters who truly believe in God can only fight the aliens on the tip of the knife with simple equipment..." Russell smiled faintly, and no emotion could be seen on Wen Ya's face.

"How ironic..." the Star-shooter sighed softly.

"The Empire has always been like this. Even if there were no turbid dust or embers in the past, the nobles and bureaucrats would still torture and kill civilians for fun according to their own preferences. The emergence of psychic dust only allows them to reap some extra economic benefits while playing with human lives." Taltaler's smile was still bright, without any sadness or pity in it: "It has been like this for ten thousand years, we are used to it."