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A week later.

The Blood Angels and their sub-groups are still working on the aftermath, and some Rogue Merchants have rushed to Baal to sell supplies or machinery that can help rebuild the planet upon hearing of Baal's victory.

Ronin Traders, from the House of Barent, have set up a trading post next to a gas giant called Seth.

It is a small void building with a length of fifteen kilometers and a width of ten kilometers.

The name is the same as the lonely gas giant of the Baal system, Seth.

The half-light-second distance from the planet Baal to the trading post was filled with transports.

A transport plane with a feather pattern is locked onto a towing beam as it approaches the Sett Trading Post, which is inspected by the Trading Post staff as usual.

A security guard recruited in Barr immediately thought it was a native of Barr when he saw the feathers on the plane, and let it go.

The transport plane was towed by the beam into the 4466th tarmac, and after the interrogation, the hatch opened, and Belona stepped off the transport plane with two men.

One of these two men was Belona's inquisitor apprentice, and the other was a subordinate.

This subordinate was very eye-catching, and as soon as he got off the transport plane, he was stared at by passers-by.

He was pale and hairless, and always kept spinning a throne coin in his right hand.

Everyone who walked past him felt uncomfortable, indicating that he was untouchable.

"Remember your names."

Belona looked at her apprentice, "Ain. ”

The apprentice who had been given a temporary name nodded.

Belona's habit of giving temporary names before assignments is anyone's guess why, but as an apprentice and her subordinates, she just has to listen.

Belona looked at the other entourage: "Belonte." ”

Belante nodded silently, the throne coin still circling between his right fingers.

The trio didn't need to plot anything in public, as they were all implanted with special communication devices that allowed them to communicate over short distances, but extremely covertly and without moving their mouths.

"Let's go." Bellona leads the way.

Al Ain and Bellant immediately followed.

The trio weaved through the trading post, past a shop that recycled discarded ship parts, past a stall buying local Baal produce, and took the elevator up and down the train to a secluded corner.

It's like a hollow building, and you can see every floor of the trading post from the railings.

The whole trading post is very three-dimensional, making maximum use of the small space.

"Who built this?" Aine asked curiously.

"The Barents." Belona looked up at the top of her head, where there was a shining Artisan Hammer family crest, "The head of this ronin family is called Barrant Crane. ”

"Klein? The merchant who was rumored to have financed the Lord of Tyrone to unify the Tyrone system? Ain asked again.

Belona nodded: "There is a high probability that the rumors are true, it is difficult to build such a large void building in a short period of time without material printing technology." ”

"He's quite good at investing." Aine nodded thoughtfully, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, leaning against the railing and waiting.

Bronte was as silent and expressionless as ever, and the only thing that moved around her body was her hand playing with Throne Coin.

The three of them waited for a sun.

Ain wasn't very patient, he looked left and right, and saw that no one had been here the whole time.

"What the hell are we waiting for?" Ain asked Bellona, "And I'm wondering, why are we here?" ”

This question was obviously of Belt's concern as well, and the soulless man's eyes turned to Belona with a rare turn.

"Wait." Belona just said two words.

Aine already knew the strange temperament of the mentor, so he didn't ask too much, and let her continue to wait.

Another solar hour passes.

Feeling bored of waiting, Belona leaned on the railing and looked down at the bottom of the trading post, and suddenly said to Ain, "We can't give up on our plans. The Eye of Dread has shrunk, but is not yet fully closed, and there is an increasing number of traitors invading the galaxy around the Eye of Dread......"

Hearing this, Ain's face immediately became gloomy: "I thought we had given up a long time ago. ”

"It's not easy for anything to make the decision to give up because we've invested so much." Belona's tone was flat, "Remember how much we paid? ”

Aine nodded silently.

Of course, he remembers how much he gave and how many dirty things he did in the process of giving.

In order to obtain the medicine that can cause the psionics to get out of control, Belona assassinates the governors of each world in a remote galaxy, leaving them in chaos.

And then no one could stop Belona from using those world's psykers and populations.

Aine didn't feel innocent, because without his psionic talent that could even read the brains of soulless, nothing would have gone well.

"Remember what the think tank director said when we first arrived in Barr?" Belona asked again.

"I remember." Ain nodded, "He said our plan would have dire consequences. ”

Belona continued to look at the people coming and going at the bottom of the trading post, and said in a deep voice, "It does make sense now that I think about it, so I'm going to test it in another place." ”

"Where are you going?" Aine asked, turning his head.

"Tyrone Star Zone." Belona said something that shocked Ain, "The reality structure is very stable, let's go to the vicinity of Tyrone and do it again." ”

Ain's hand shaking as he pinched his cigarette was in disbelief that Belona had made such a decision.

It is true that there are reports claiming that the actual structure of the Tyrone Sector is less susceptible to psionic erosion, but go there and do it all over again...... Is this for a sound test, or is it to test the power of the psionic plan?

"Do you believe me?" Belona straightened up and looked at Ain.

Aine frowned, not knowing what to answer.

Believe, but not so convinced.

But Ain wouldn't give up his allegiance to Bellona, because without her, he would always be an unlawless psyker at the bottom of the hive.

"When this is over, I'll write to my mentor to get you promoted to full inquisitor, and then you can leave me." Belona said.

"Okay." Ain nodded, "Then how do we get to the Tyrone Star Zone?" Their management methods are not ordinarily sophisticated, and it is difficult for the people of the court to blend in. ”

As he spoke, a group of people took the elevator to the three of Belona.

Two Ou Greens in power armor, a very young girl who looks very young, and a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man looked majestic, wearing a golden fur trench coat and a golden cane in his hand.

The head of the crutch looked like a flat hammer, held firmly in the hand of the middle-aged man.

Ain didn't know where they came from, but he could tell from the signs on these people.

Artisan hammer family coat of arms.

The Barente family.

The middle-aged man must be Klein, the head of the Rogue Merchant family.

"Wise investors are coming." Belona continued the secret conversation, and walked towards the comer with an enthusiastic look, "The Lord of Tyrone probably may not have expected that in the eyes of a merchant, nothing is unpriceable. ”

(End of chapter)