The advice of loyalty gave the lord a rare thought of things other than faith, and though the advice of those letters had a strange smell of wine, a dark smell of dampness, and he was not sure if he could trust such a man, as loyal as he was in his words, and the heart was separated by skin, and the skin could not be seen at the moment, but Lord Margroen had no choice, his cronies had been lost in the war, his mastery was getting worse and worse, and he had no support when the galleon was forever in the void because of the war.

There is a bloody wind flowing slowly in the cold air, whether it is the letter to the person behind it, or the greedy people who really threaten the territory, or the undercurrent surging, irrepressible hearts, such as in the hometown of Lord Margronn, such a thing only needs to be suppressed by burning a few people in the name of the emperor's thunder, and then send the bailiff to clean it up.

Lord Margroun, who now sees himself as a preacher, rarely feels a sense of homesickness, and that unfaithful thought is swept away in a few moments by the loyalty he has accumulated over the years, just because God bless my lord.

He never worried, it was the secret of his life, the emperor could shelter him, as he had done for the thousands of people of the empire, and he had no complaints, ah, there was no one in this world who could compare to the great achievements of the emperor, and Lord Margroon's heart was once again throbbing, and just as his thoughts were so pure, all his actions were only to get a little closer to the light of the emperor on a personal level.

He had an optimism similar to that of first love, a smile on his cheeks, complex and beautiful scriptures, a thin body, even when the cold winter came, he was still the same not very gorgeous robe, with an old staff, and more than forty dogmas with a total of 30,000 words on his body were also copied by his own hands, so that he could reach the apex of those fanatical believers.

He straightened his clothes, called his servants, and asked him to call the alloters, the natives of the fort, the new recruits after the shortage of personnel, who were experienced, intelligent, in good health, very capable, and well-read.

About two hours had passed, and it was not until the middle-aged man had knocked on the door of his room that the pious man had spoken. "Please come in."

The man walked through the door, he was dressed in a brown coat of thick fur, with snowflakes on his shoulders and head, he wore single-lens glasses, a small mustache hanging from his cheeks, he looked reverent and warm, and said politely. "Almiron, happy to help."

He had just crossed the road blocked by thick snow, and even though the tracked vehicle carrying him was fast, he was still worried about whether the bombardment would continue, and even the thick snow and dark clouds could not erase his timidity, but the emperor blessed, he now bowed to the lord, as if he was yesterday, enjoying the thick void shield and dense defensive fire of the lord's fortress, safer than anyone else.

Such an honor, after all, he can no longer get oil and water from his position, and he has no memory, it is better to hide here, wait for the rain to pass, and the smile will be on his cheeks again.

But Lord Magron was quick to speak. "No need to be polite, especially you, for the sake of the territory, busy for me, sir, if it weren't for the things you helped me hand over to the previous lord, that is, the inheritance of Baron Leonard, I wouldn't be able to control this fortress so well!" He said with an almost smile, the breezy atmosphere that made Almiron feel like a spring breeze, but the tactile sensation flickered, and the lord continued.

"I also have a mission and commission from the Emperor here, which is related to the future of this place, that is, can you help me find the Dark Harbor?"

This is a forbidden word, and the longer the person who has lived here, the more he understands what this place represents, it is a confluence of violence, completely different from the normal world of this fortress, a place where it will be eaten and wiped clean if it is not capable, so after a short period of thought, this egoist asked the lord a question for the first time. "My lord, why do you want to know there?"

His sensitive nerves told him that something was going to happen, and that he would be caught up in it, so caught up in it, that a little fly like him could not even resist it, and could only go with the flow until he was drowned by a rushing river, and at the same time even a fortress lord was probably just a big bug.

At the same time, his sense was accurate, Margron replied. "The war is going on, I've got a tip-off, the enemy is going to attack the Dark Harbor and start logging in, we need to reactivate the armed system there, and stop their blasphemous plans, and when the Emperor entrusts me with this, I need the help of someone like you, loyal, intelligent, and heartily born here."

Almiron immediately fell to his knees on one knee, like a knight facing his own lord. "It's a great honor, but my lord, I don't know the exact location of that evil harbor, in this fortress, that place is an absolute dark place, and those who live under the light can't find the shadow in the haze, even I can't do anything." His words were reverently apologetic, the result of his practice at home with the mirror and the tape recorder.

The lord had to start thinking about how he could find a new path, but time was running out, he asked again. "Do you know anyone or..."

Almiron replied. "No, my lord, that's a place I shouldn't touch, at least I don't know the people involved, the dark harbor is a place where the lord chooses people who are completely isolated from the light to live, and the level of secrecy is comparable to that of a top-secret institution, and those who come out of it, whether they come out secretly or are hired or pass by, will subconsciously keep it secret." He emphasized the inexplicable synergy of these strange people, and when they enter there, they will become tight-lipped if they can come out.

"What is the power? Let them be so loyal to those things? "Lord Margroon doesn't quite understand what else can make people so devout about one thing other than the emperor, but a place like Dark Harbor not only smuggles heretical products, but also makes people depraved and disgusting, and people who come out of that kind of place are never so reliable unless they are subjected to vicious witchcraft, and it is this gap that makes him interested.

To this, Almiron answered immediately. "It's interest, my lord." He understands that.

"Interests?" He thought of many answers, but he didn't think about it, it was different from his life, there was nothing in his eyes that money could get, it was meaningless to be full of flesh and skin, and when the soul came to serve the emperor in front of the golden throne due to the collapse of the body, those things were not even comparable to garbage.

"My lord, not everyone is as pure, intelligent, and wise as you, they are destined to be driven forward by money, and those things will easily become the cornerstone of people's lives, material, is the majority of the things that make up this world, if he is not clothed and hungry, then money is everything, dignity, honor, future, hope, self, and ladder." Almiron became more and more agitated, his words were more or less due to his own experience, just like the cliché that the poor man must have...

It's just that people's emotions and perceptions are necessarily different, the lord interrupted him and asked. "So are those great interests really so magical as to keep us from entering that shady smuggling den?"

Almiron came back to his senses, he realized that he had just lost his temper, money, it was magical, but the power was still precious, he needed to help the lord, and then get more.

"My lord, do you know about the black market?" His eyes rolled, although his morality was not good, but his ability was indeed good, and in the conversation just now, he thought of a path, a path that was not very easy to take.

The word, the black market, made the loyalist Magron look disgusted. "Know, the place where the vicious sorcery products of the heretics and the betrayal of the Emperor's teachings are circulated, they can go on a desperate and crazy run for a little pleasure, better food, or even hallucinogens, or auxiliaries for their genitals."

Almiron subconsciously put the single-lens glasses he bought from the black market into his pocket and replied. "Yes, my lord, they are all lowly and disgusting people, but they are not worthless, on the contrary, many members of the Dark Harbor have a very close relationship with the black market, although I don't know where the Dark Harbor is, but I know where the black market is, because I once led people to raid there, if there were members of the group selling goods in it at the beginning of the attack, and it happened to be because of the attack into the bomb shelter in the black market area, then we have traces to follow."

He replied methodically and gave a rather vague possibility, Lord Margron said firmly. "Get in the car, take us there, find that guy." He tightened his thin clothes, the servants were agitated by these words, and Almiron once again won his trust, but he also began to mumble in his heart, if he really found someone in the know, he would be able to rise to prominence, but if not, this matter would inevitably be remembered, but he was invited here by the lord, if he did not make achievements, the situation would only be worse.

He was a man who knew how to seek profit and avoid harm, and he could certainly live a hundred years in this pitch-black forty-thousand years, and as the black private hovercar representing the lord's authority on his seat made its way through the dark ruins and milky snow, he couldn't help but look at the cruel ruins on the side of the road and ask. "My lord, aren't you afraid of being bombed?!"

"We can go underground, or," he said worriedly. One way or another, we can't afford to lose a ruler like you. ”

Lord Margron said. "I'm dying because the emperor doesn't need me to work anymore, I'm only alive because the emperor needs me to maintain something, if the heretical cannonball really falls and smashes on my side, as long as the emperor still needs me, I will be safe and sound." His piety persuaded Almiron, and it was strange that the middle-aged gentleman was wiping his glass lenses, and was constantly making personal sarcasms about the matter, and answered.

"Yes, my lord, your piety will surely light the way."

Lord Margroon didn't answer, he couldn't see this man's heart? No, he is no longer available, and if he is not dead, it means that he obeyed the arrangement of the wild snake, then, fate has chosen him as a pawn to make things happen.

Now he has no choice whether it is loyalty or interests, and it is his entire goal to fulfill the emperor's requirements for him, so when the car moves quietly in the snow and gets closer to its destination, Lord Margroun's heart is a little less patient with this useful fellow.

It's just that worry is not non-existent, when Almiron put the cleaned lenses on his eyes, his right eye clearly saw a flickering trace of tailitis through the dark clouds, blue, clear, beautiful, deadly!

He said subconsciously. "What a beautiful battleship tail, you can actually see it here, but we—" He swallowed, and thought about the periphery of the man-made wall that had been blown up so badly that it prevented the temperature from heating up.

"Your Excellency!" He looked sideways at the side face of Lord Margroon, the gloom rarely climbed the face of this optimistic man who had turned pale from the cold, when the thunder suddenly fell, the violent flickering and heat from the macro cannon tossed the rubble and debris in front of him, the high temperature made the snow melt into water, the dark ground and the crater that was smashed out were clearly visible, and the whole body of the car trembled, even if the distance was dozens of kilometers.

This catastrophic power was created by humans in this hellish void, and just an armed ship that was not even equipped with a light spear could have such terrifying power that it was enough to strangle a civilization that could not step out of its own planet at will.

The heat wave swept through the streets, and the long-lost hot wind followed the suffocating smell of sulfur, and the driver picked up his speed, because the landing point of the second cannon was probably near their destination, and according to the standard reloading requirements, the next salvo would take at least 4 minutes, but it was still not optimistic for them.

The lord calmly began to sing the praises of the emperor, and declared that this was his test for himself, and at the same time, his thin body was also weakened by the cold, and the flames and death, that is, those cannons were ready to be fired, and at the moment it seemed that those beliefs probably could not save him, but Almiron could.

The middle-aged gentleman watched the fireball gradually fall from the sky, and suddenly shouted to the driver. "Go to the trail on the right, there, there's an abandoned factory that makes explosives, and the site is quite blast-resistant." This is the memory of his previous work as a coolie here, and the experience is the cruel undertone of his seemingly terrible luck, and none of the people who can survive this dark forty thousand years are fuel-efficient lamps.

The driver immediately turned, crossed the road in a great arc, and slammed into it to the right, and the front of the car just slid into front of an iron fence gate like a loach, and then the impact force slammed along the uncontrollable floating car, causing the metal fence to roll up abnormally, but fortunately the abandoned place was not locked, so that the car body still forward.

As expected, they plunged headlong into the thick warehouse, and the violent temperature and the shiver of the explosion followed, but the dilapidated door of the warehouse was not closed, and Almiron immediately got out of the car, but the heat wave was already coming.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, the car at the moment was very deep, and hit something soft, the car body was stuck by what soft tissue, unable to move, and it was also a fantasy to block the gate to the reversing car.

Until the heat wave swept in, Almiron covered his face, but as the lord said, the emperor blessed, a man in a robe suddenly appeared, closed the squeaky thick door, the shriveled body tried its best, against the gate, Almiron also followed, the driver too, the three of them against the gate, after a few breaths, the temperature dissipated, Almiron gasped. "Emperor bless, thank you, what is your name and what do you want?"

The robed man panted and replied. "I don't have a last name, my name is Chester, and when I'm older, people like to call me Old Chester, and I'm a statistician." A shriveled face appeared under the robe, and he said with a palpitation. "You don't need the reward, you are going to kill the villains who are going to kill me for eating meat and robbing supplies, really, the emperor blesses..."

At this moment, everyone realized that in front of the pitch-black hovering car, what prevented the engine from being exposed by the impact was a blur of flesh and blood, with something similar to clothing rags and humanoid limbs, obviously... It's a relic, at least it was, human.

(End of chapter)