Carrick's distant sun hung over the skyline, glowing not very strong but bright enough, the dawn and dusk line slowly moving in the direction of rotation from the huge ice sheet at the north of the planet, and thunder and lightning were rolling high in the sky and striking the ground in the constant storm.

For the people of this planet, when the day's sunlight falls on the frozen surface of the planet, thunderstorms sweep across the land again with strong winds, and the thin flakes of ice formed during the night on a series of lakes near the equator gradually melt into the flowing water, it is the beginning of another cold, ordinary, dangerous but passable and calm day.

But today is destined to be slightly different.

The loud roar of the engine soul in the atmosphere could be heard in the distance, and a trail of flying trails dragging the wake of white clouds clearly marked the visit of an interstellar shuttle vehicle in the sunlight.

This is unusual for an obscure planet, as usually, the starport on the orbital defense platform is the distribution point for take-off and landing aircraft.

Many stopped, wrapped their scarves and coats tightly, and then looked up and squinted their eyes to take a closer look at the direction and further movement of the unfamiliar, aggressive, and force-looking shuttle.

Anyone who is close and has very good eyesight will easily see that the black, silver, and gold Stormbird is glowing with warning red lights, and the insignia of the halo skull and Imperial eagle wings is faintly visible on the fuselage.

The discovery immediately relieved the populace and began to spread out into the distance, beckoning their fellow Oglim to join them in their rudimentary dump trucks, heavy flamethrowers, laser weapons, and labor tools, and begin to move from their settlements to farming or mine work – ready to shoot and breathe fire at any fungus they find.

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The ronin trader Ramizane Kalosini stepped down from the Stormbird and, with his guards, walked through the courtyard of the fortified interior built outside the hill towards the main building of the inner courtyard of the Doge's Palace, which stood majestically against the hill in the distance.

There was silence all around, the hot air that came out of his breath quickly condensed into tiny white droplets in the cold air, but his steps were swift and powerful.

The cold sunlight casts on the water surface of the central artificial lake, creating a quiet atmosphere that is rarely seen. When the Rogue Trader's ship emerged from the far side of the Pearl Moon and sent a message to the Planetary Governor asking for an audience, the Governor agreed to receive the heir from an ancient family in his mansion, not out of luck or friendship.

A large part of this must have been due to the Rogue Trader's "graciously" informing the Doge of how extraordinary his guards were with "some tasks and supplies" - and now Astarte's unique terracotta boots were clattering over the ancient parquet-patterned floor tiles of the Doge's courtyard.

The soldiers of the Planetary Defense Force who can be in charge of the garrison here are obviously not people who lack courage, but in the eyes of mortals who may not have come into contact with a true God Emperor Angel in their lives, a well-equipped transcendent giant like Astarte is no less than a direct manifestation of God's power in the human world just walking on the ground.

The Rogue Trader noted with interest that some of the guards would secretly make tiny prayer gestures to his guards as they passed by some of the guards at the gates, and he nodded inwardly that Carrick was a place where the main faith was becoming more and more monolithic, and the people of this place knew nothing about Chaos except for a few myths and legends, which was good, very good.

In fact, he had already begun to regret it the next second (because he felt that he had been too bored lately) to say that he wanted to come down and carry out the plan himself, but unfortunately he paid the price for his impulsiveness because of the actual seriousness and importance of the occasion.

Mr. Kalosini, the captain of the "Silver Skull" and the body of the Fourth Primordial, finally listened to the mental ridicule from the black-and-white plush Fourth Primordial and responded to the operation with a stiff face.

As a person who has always been embarrassed to proclaim it, Lamizan walked forward while imagining in his mind all kinds of possible scenarios and dialogues that might happen next, deducing countless possible conversations and their consequences, whether good or bad, trying to grasp all the options for the other party's speech before the conversation began, and formulate corresponding sentences.

Straightforward "Hi buddy, I think your planet is perfect for me, I want it, give it to me" obviously...... It's not impossible.

But according to the retina that is constantly being updated in real time, it will take about twelve minutes for the others who have infiltrated here to complete all the offensive deployment and positioning procedures, and now they will still have six minutes at most to see the Governor himself, even with the slowest pace without being rude.

So I guess I need a little normal talking time...... At least not at the outset, but to pinpoint the location of the governor and what he was doing at the time of the raid, there was no better way to arrange a meeting of the right rank and importance.

Lamizan, dressed in the phantom camouflage he had used last time, pondered as the guards walked towards the only entrance to the main inner courtyard of the Governor's Palace, expressionless or rather haughty and mysterious, waiting for the guards to confirm his identity and that of his guard.

Moments later, guided by the Governor's servants, they took one of the largest elevators in the area to the main building, which was built by hollowing out the mountain's main structure.

And the Planetary Governor of Carrick, His Excellency Alexei Chris, was waiting for them inside.

The top floor of the mountain's interior arrived, the elevator doors opened, and they entered the long doorway, which was also the walkway outside the Planet Governor's Meeting Room.

At the end of the walkway, you can see other stairs and elevators, and there are a number of narrow doors or corridors on either side that seem to lead to other rooms.

Twelve honorary guards in crisp uniforms stood straight on either side of the path, motionless as people passed by as if they weren't there, or they were just standing here to decorate the environment, to create a solemn atmosphere, to put as much pressure on the visitors as possible, so that the governor would not be so passive in the conversation.

When the visitors finally entered the drawing room, he found that there was no one but the Governor and his cronies.

This made Lamizan breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Chris."

The other party frowned because of the visitor's social meeting language, which was very inconsistent with the habits of the upper class society of the Kalisis Star Empire.

"Maybe I'll feel the same way next, Mr. Carrosini."

The tall, handsome Rogue Trader smiled at the Governor and showed eight white teeth.

"I'm sure you will, Lord Doge."

(End of chapter)