"His vital signs are normal." Pharmacist Celle Donio said. "Aside from being scared half to death, it's fine."

The metal floor burned for a long time, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning corpses.

Ash floated in the air, and the lights in the hallway flickered slowly due to the lack of power, shifting back and forth between bright and dim. The corpses of the orcs crackled, their steel plate armor and was mercilessly incinerated with their corpses by the promethium flames.

Van Cleef and his pharmacist stood side by side, a company commander who had taken off his helmet, his face expressionless, and a brass-colored diary in his hand.

The light and shadow cast from the porthole cut his face into irregular pieces. It was the effects of the Nightfall, not far away, as it destroyed the orcs' rusty ship.

"It's an interesting journal." Van Cleef said. "It's the skin of the Kaglemon, which grew up eating steel and stone, and its skin is so hard that it can resist even the chainsaw sword for a short time."

"And it's been extinct for decades." The pharmacist took over. "At least after the Empire decides that it has no breeding value."

"It's really not worth farming." Van Cleef raised his right hand and handed the journal to the other giant in the darkness, shaking his head at the same time.

"It takes at least ten years from a cub to adulthood, and even then you have to eat iron and stones every day, and even then, the last skin is only a little resistant to the chainsaw sword. Moreover, their meat is not tasty. ”

"Have you eaten, Van Cleef?" The man in the dark asked.

"It's tough, it's tough." The first company commander said. "It's so hard that I'd rather actually eat the stones, or at least the stones can be chewed to pieces."

Carlil nodded, and opened the journal with a gentle movement, but the journal itself seemed to have something else in mind.

It crackled slightly as it was opened, and immediately the brass-colored cover began to brighten violently.

The flames rose from the spine of the book in the next moment, trying to burn. A hand flicked it, snatching the flames away from the spine. They began to burn in this hand, also illuminating the darkness.

Karil's pale face was revealed by the flames, and a slightly amused expression slowly bloomed on it.

"Self-destruct mechanism."

He rubbed his fingers, extinguished the flames, and began to flip through the journal.

The first few pages were completely blank, and the paper had long since yellowed. Dust slipped down the pages, adding more impurities to the air.

Carlil continued to flip back, and at the beginning of page 20 he saw a line of words in a very fancy font, each with an inexplicable upturn at the end. However, the font itself aside, this sentence is still very interesting.

Money only circulates among mortals, and power cannot oppress certain backbones, so we need names. ’

Carlil remembered the words and turned the next page. Immediately afterward, a dense crowd of names filled his gaze, and he continued to flip back, and all he could see was an infinite number of names.

Carlil hadn't heard the names, but he recognized the positions that followed them. From an ordinary clerk in the Ministry of Government to a certain big businessman, from an officer to a certain major in the Imperial Army

Moreover, a small line of small print is often attached to the back of the office, describing in detail what these men had sought from the owner of the diary.

It's money, or love, or a fleeting opportunity.

Carlil closed the journal and cast his gaze to his side.

A man was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, he looked embarrassed, his collar stained with blood. The cheeks are tightened, and the chin is too long, and it does not look resolute.

The whole person has a strange and exaggerated temperament even in a coma, and it is not a liar who wanders in the gray area of the law all the year round who cannot cultivate this temperament. Moreover, such people are often self-righteous and uninhabited.

A truly clever liar would never want to look like this, they would rather give the first impression of being solid and reliable, rather than pompous and frivolous.

At this moment, his eyelids were trembling slightly, and he wanted to open them, but he didn't dare to open them.

"What's next, sir?" Van Cleef spoke at the right time, his voice became low, and his accent changed, and at this moment, he sounded like a standard Imperial soldier.

"I think we'd better organize the wording first and think about how we should tell the captain about his unfortunate fate."

Carlil moved his shoulders and deliberately put on an elegant and arrogant accent: "After all, not everyone can afford such a huge loss as the crew is not one in ten, the engine is paralyzed, and the hull is scrapped to sixty percent. What an unfortunate thing. ”

After he said this, he fell silent and began to wait patiently.

A few seconds later, Navarro del Kunas, who was lying on the ground, slowly opened his eyes and made a confused, newly awakened look, along with half of his words.

"The Emperor is above, where am I—"

He stopped his voice abruptly, did not continue to play the scene, and his expression gradually changed from the confusion he had disguised before to a real dazedness.

He sat up, looked up at the three giants standing beside him, and after a few minutes continued to speak. By this time, his voice had changed, and it had become hoarse and muffled.

"-The Emperor is above, I really didn't expect to meet such a big man as you."

"We're not big guys, Captain Navarro del Kunas." Carlil said mildly.

"But I'll introduce you to you, this is Van Cleef, the first company commander of the Eighth Legion, this is the pharmacist Sere Donio, and I'm Karil Lohals, the current instructor of the Eighth Legion."

Navarro's voice began to tremble. "What's the first?"

"Eighth Legion." The pharmacist replied in a cold voice.

Navarro del Kunas gasped.

He immediately tried to faint, but coughed violently from inhaling too much dust.

His face flushed, and he didn't know if it was because of the cough or the pharmacist's affirmative answer. Half a minute later, he barely calmed down, and the first thing he did was immediately stand up, straighten his chest, and speak in a loud voice.

"Allow me to introduce myself, my lords, I am Navarro from the House of Del Kunas, and I am a completely law-abiding Rogue Trader. There's not a single piece of smuggling on my ship—well, maybe there are, but I'm sure you don't do anything to me about it, right? ”

"Unless what you're smuggling is pure gold." Carlil said. "Or something"

"Of course not!" Navarro hastened to deny it. "I'm just a little trader, how can I smuggle those precious treasures - no, no, I've always been law-abiding, and I can't do these things in violation of discipline."

At this point, he realized that something was wrong and quickly began to pull away from the topic.

"Ah, you must have saved me from the clutches of the orcs, right?"

He rolled his eyes, cautiously observing the three. The gesture is extremely humble, almost groveling. However, as he looked at it, he began to feel more and more that something was wrong.

- Why is this Karil Lohals instructor so tall? Wait, and his armor?

"That's right, it's me." Carlil nodded at him. "So, you're right. But I don't think those orcs will survive your raid, your four naval pistols are rare treasures, and they even have the ship's name engraved on their grips. ”

He paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"This means that their previous owners were all high-ranking officers within the Imperial fleet, and the Empire forbade officers from selling the weapons they received in any form. I wonder, how did you get them, Captain Navarro del Kunas? ”

Navarro was silent for more than a dozen seconds. In these ten seconds, he recalled all his life.

In an unfortunate childhood, the power of the family collapsed, and he was chosen to be the custodian of the diary, and began to wander the stars with it, unable to return to his hometown for the rest of his life

From a pampered aristocratic boy to a wandering merchant - and then, that's where these four pistols come from. He made a bet with one of his peers and won them. And now, his bowels are full of remorse.

Why am I so unlucky?! Even if I encounter orcs, why is it the legendary Eighth Legion that comes to my aid?

O Emperor, if you are indeed a deity as preached by your son Lorja Aurelian, I, Navarro del Kunas, pray to you here to protect me from your Eighth Legion.

I don't want to be skinned and hung from the bow like the people in those stories!

"I, I"

"You?"

"I" Navarro del Kunas took a deep breath. "Would you believe me if I said that these four guns were the spoils of my gambling win?"

"Maybe." Carlil said noncommittally. "After all, the Ronin Traders are synonymous with supernatural powers, aren't they? Connections, wealth. As long as you have a trade license in your hands, you will not be short of these things. And we're certainly not going to be bored enough to go out of your way to get in trouble. ”

Navarro looked at him in disbelief, and he keenly sensed some kind of hint from the other man's words.

"You, what do you mean by that?"

With his right hand, Carriel showed the brass-colored diary to its owner with two fingers.

"I mean it very simply." Carlil said. "I just wanted you to explain to me the contents of this diary, which is not within our purview, but who made us run into it? And we just don't have anything to do right now. ”

Navarro del Kunas's expression quickly changed to one of lovelessness.

And also.

(End of chapter)