Obviously, in a marginal sector like Caliss, which is now labeled as the "Expansion of Kronos" on the map of the Empire, after all, it is not well-known in the Empire, but it was known to many on Holy Terra in another way - far away, in the Kalissis sector, if your planet has no special rare minerals, mineral reserves are lackluster, and the surface does not support large-scale agricultural production, and the minerals exported are extremely ordinary, The food shortfall even needs to be imported from satellites with fewer people -

Well, this planetary governor may seem a little boring in his deservedness.

Mr. Kalosini, the Wanderer, was distinguished in some of his evaluations, and he noticed that the cuffs of Governor Alexei were somewhat worn, but they were delicately concealed under the new gold thread trim, and his whole body was dressed with the feeling of "having taken the suit out of the closet with the insect pills for a solemn meeting, and ironed it on."

Why, though, there are very few strange differences in the outfit of clothes that a person wears and doesn't wear often, and all the tiny details can converge into a big mistake in the eyes of the keen observer.

Carrick is a rural world of death, inhabited by more than 10 million humans and sub-humans, and with all that Ramizane knows about the Empire's planetary governors, it is quite surprising that a planetary governor can be so simple.

His sensors also reported to him a scan of the mansion they were in, a rudimentary structure of very old architecture, with stone and other building materials undoubtedly made of local materials, and the old windows, stained glass, and furnishings of the art and time matched the Governor's embarrassing costumes.

But here's the problem: most of the things that were scanned were fine, except for the weapons in the hands of the guards, which were not only standard, but also had an unusually high level of technology hidden under the shell of a normal laser gun.

[They have such a high-tech level of guns, and as a result, they can only nest here to fight mushroom goblins, and they don't even have to pay for the Astral Legion? 】

[Hmph...... In that case, maybe this is the second Nukeria? 】

【…… Don't say such horrible things, my goosebumps...... Huh? The original body also gets goosebumps? 】

【…… That's enough! You stupid mortal! Don't do weird things with my body!!! 】

In other words, the honorary guards who looked like decorations may not be ornaments, and sensor data shows that the guns are almost as powerful as hot-melt weapons, which shows that the Governor is not completely defenseless against the Wanderers, even with the endorsement of a warband that doesn't have a bad reputation like the Silver Skull.

Therefore, you are willing to believe that in the forty-second millennium of the galaxy, there is a hereditary planetary governor on the frontier, who is simple and thrifty, willing to lead the people to resist orcs and asteroid disasters, and at the same time does not oppress them, and buys them new weapons; Would you like to believe that Angelon is knowledgeable and has conquered the home planet, or that he is my godgrandson, and that Perturabo is my pet dog.

You don't have to think about it, do you?

Therefore, Lamizane decisively sent a signal to the others who had already lurked outside the governor's palace in the first line of defense, waiting for new orders.

The Space Marines accepted without hesitation - they were using a camouflage stance this time, and there was nothing particularly bothering them, just that some were muttering words to soothe their manic missile launchers—minor problems.

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[What are you doing?! Did you know that issuing this kind of order a few more times before the battle can easily increase Astarte's combat frenzy threshold and decrease combat intuition and sensitivity?! 】

【……？ I don't know, will it be like this? And I just think we should probably have a few more conversations with the Governor of Alexei before the war, the whole Carrick seems so normal that every thing that doesn't seem wrong makes me feel counter-intuitive when I look at it......]

[What's a little bit?] Don't overthink it! And of course, just as if you need to hunt with a pack of hounds, keep them very excited about their work during the hunting season, including keeping them half-starved and insatiable, and throwing some of the excess of fresh prey to the pack to shreds. 】

[I didn't think too much about it, I only got the details of this place from Ms. Lothara when I arrived, and I was just giving my opinion based on what I saw. But something really wasn't right. - And your statement is strange, how can every sentence sound so much like some of the local traditions of Gutera......]

[Heh, after all, according to "common sense", it is not surprising that humans throughout the galaxy are proud to pursue the fashion of the Divine Terra. 】

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The strange visitor who was obviously very different in etiquette from Calissis apologized for the fact that he had just returned from an outside trip from Holy Terra, and that his second greeting to the Doge was "Have you eaten?" After that, the atmosphere at the meeting continued to be tense and awkward.

All of this was apparently alleviated when the Rogue Trader decisively took out his gifts and presented them to the Governor of Alexei: most of the gifts in these modest but varied gifts were very attractive to the inhabitants of Carrick.

They consisted of packaged synthetic milk powder, single, homogeneous sugar, colourful concentrated vitamin juice gels, frozen vegetable packets, canned meat products, and, of course, others such as the common promethium starch, which the Doge deigned to taste with his fingers and considered to be very fine, and showed great interest in the liquors, especially the spirits, that were on display, even the guards, Sensors showed that the vast majority of guards' heartbeats increased by more than 25 percent when the spirits samples were turned on.

In addition, of course, there are also holographic samples of industrial products, mainly static position products, power products, defense arrays, and so on. One of them, for example, was made into a jeweled pocket watch, and the extremely fine Mystery Stand, which could only be used once, was small enough to be hung as an ornament—a sign of great interest to the Governor, but a look of pity in his eyes suggested that he might not have the means to pay the price of the treasure for his personal interest.

Finally, after reading the even more heart-warming catalogue of the promethine technical textiles they were able to provide, Governor Alexei let out a long sigh. The old-looking man took the opportunity to get up and rubbed his face so that the muscles of his stern and vicissitudes of expression could be rubbed into a position to which he was not quite accustomed.

"I must admit, Your Excellency Carrosini, that your wealth and productivity have completely exceeded my imagination, and I hope you will not be bothered by our previous neglectful reception."

The Governor said sincerely, "I would be glad to see you if the catalogue showed me all the goods that you could trade as you were intended. ”

As they spoke, the Governor's cronies began to retreat one after another with their eyes twinkling.

The Rogue Trader ignored it, and only smiled at the Governor with eight white fangs again.

The sweet bait had been thrown, and he waited patiently for the whispers in the surrounding small room to give him an idea of how much prey he would be harvesting.

(End of chapter)