Chapter 285 "Forcing a Woman of Good Character Into Prostitution"

In the fortress, among the stars, when the Emperor's light protected those people who took root here, they now shamelessly forgot their honor. Time has passed for a long time, and power changes people's hearts.

But in the asteroid fortress, those grand narratives and many futures have nothing to do with ordinary people. The false stars made of metal are wandering in the void. The asteroid belt sounds dense, but for individuals, its spacing is also quite exaggerated. There is no starlight, and the naked eye can't see anything, only darkness.

In a private remote port, in this artificial fortress that is actually no bigger than a piece of the continent, on a metal platform like a metal tumor protruding from an asteroid, old Chester looked at the dark void outside the window, waiting for his next job.

He worked for cold trade, but this so-called "illegal" trade was extremely boring to him. He wore the robes of an imperial civil servant, old skin, shriveled fingers, held a pen and brown paper, and then answered in an almost numb voice to the ship warehouses that transported many materials one by one. "Piece 43769, put into storage, piece 43770, put into storage..."

It was almost suffocating. As long as a ship entered him, or them, the clerks who provided endless human computing power for this huge smuggling organization would constantly count those things in the most primitive way. Chester did the best in this regard. He was the most numb. He was neither fast nor slow. He didn't ask what the goods were, didn't care about the names on the list, and didn't care about how those tired sailors, brokers, and captains complained about the business.

He really knew one thing, counting, putting into storage, and statistics, as if those thrilling smuggling and the battle of wits and courage with the Inquisition didn't matter, didn't exist, and he didn't know that there was no Inquisition in the asteroid fortress now.

The Empire is an extremely large organization. Even the most marginal places are larger than any country in ancient Terra. For old Chester, the Red Pirates and the Empire are almost the same, because his job is only to settle accounts.

He was as diligent as his father, as accurate as his mother, and more loyal and numb than expected, so that the actual owner of the port, Baron Leonard, trusted him very much, and even gave him the privilege of not needing to repeat the inventory and check in order to save costs.

But this privilege didn't matter to old Chester at all. He only had to make a list on time tomorrow, finish, eat liquid food, and continue, so that his fingers were bulging on the joints due to long-term writing, and his knees were completely bent due to long-term standing. He looked 1.7 meters tall but was shrunk to 1.6 meters.

And he was just like his poor record that could be changed, ravaged, and ignored at will. When his emotions reached the peak, he was just confused and crying here. The blow encountered by this poor man who was destined to only be a gear slowly rotating today was worse than all the difficulties in the past few years, almost pulling his worthless soul to the extreme.

Ailanbaier looked at the old man and found it very interesting. A gear without soul and vitality had many uses for him. Maybe he could let the Imperial Guards blend into the local troops without loss and capture the owner directly.

Now she was in a dilemma and could only greet a few brothers to get off the boat with a bitter face. Old Chester could only raise his old fingers and hand in the form normally.

But the look of old Chester made her unable to understand. She originally treated him like a beggar, which was as smooth as possible. Anyway, when the Sun Lord flattened this place or failed, she would drive the boat away from this place of right and wrong, but this was the old beggar who asked when he saw the huge amount of money that was enough to buy a set of inferior civilian bulletproof armor. "What is this?"

"Ignore him, just go in!" She made a decisive judgment, but not everyone agreed with such a plan. When a young man in military uniform walked out of the transport ship, the lady who was still commanding could only lower her head. "My Lord, what do you want?"

The owner of the office was not the baron, but a fat man, who probably had the blood of the eighteenth noble family and knew the agent, and he started. "Little Weiner, what's up, has this batch of goods arrived?" He took a look and confirmed in his heart that it was the list of old Chester, and he didn't ask any more questions.

According to his condition, it is not impossible for him to learn how to make a profit next. If he was much younger, he could start from scratch. It's just that all that time has been wasted. However, even so, the help he can provide to Alan Baier is very great.

Perhaps even if the emperor himself came, he couldn't dispel his ignorance, the agent thought in her heart at this moment, and she was so sure that this person was hopeless.

At this moment, he stared at the character in a daze. The seemingly insignificant and worthless character actually accounted for a small proportion of the entire table, but it was everything to Old Chester. At this moment, he felt that he was denied, completely denied by something. He actually mustered up the courage for no reason and looked at Alan Baier, but soon lost his temper because of the height of almost 1.85 meters and the black muzzle of the gun.

Ironically, the recent adventure was right in front of him, those scarred barges, the orcs passing by from time to time, the Eldar mercenaries, or those red books that looked like kraft paper. As long as he asked a question lightly, turned the page to take a look, or just typed a wrong number on his own kraft paper, and then took those priceless things to the black market.

It was about two hours later that he saw a transport ship appear, but what was waiting for him was not the familiar cargo, but a capable woman wearing a white cloth, jeans, and long leather boots walking down from it. The collar of the linen clothes was stretched out by the plumpness, and there was a scimitar on his waist. He had short brown hair and a messy hairstyle, looking like a pirate.

Old Chester had never encountered such a situation in his life, because cold trading ships with empty positions would not come to the secret port, so he just answered like a machine. "inventory."

Alan Bair just looked at his pitiful appearance and put down his weapon. "Agent, go through the normal process."

And when he came back to his senses, he had left the place and arrived at the place where he was supposed to be working. But now, he would no longer take inventory seriously. Instead, he relied on his own visual inspection to quickly calculate those things and then write them down. a new number.

Alan Bair can completely ignore this poor man, just like dealing with some animal. After all, to the lord here, he is no different from a cogitator array, so why does he, Lord Skadi, pick up things that others don't like? To use?

Chester was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the dark muzzle of the gun. He thought about being pointed at a gun, but he soon thought of it no more, because most people would ignore him, and he was like something making a sound in the background. , rather than a person, an individual.

That kind of contradiction made him give in and then move forward. He followed him all the way to the port office, even ignoring the clerk who collected the files. Under the surprised eyes of his colleagues, he and the agent stood side by side. At this moment, it was completely impossible to tell that he was a cog. .

A trace of pain flashed across the agent's face, and the reason was very simple. She needed to pay for this. If the Imperial Guard would directly occupy this place according to the original plan, then the tariffs required by the lord of the smuggling port would be a dark and high-value trade. Gold will also disappear.

And this matter was only seen clearly by old Chester. He couldn't help but cover his cheeks, silent tears flowing out from the gaps in his palms, and he became dwarfed by those reports and figures, and his curvy body became smaller and smaller. Just in time to block him tightly under the tall bodies of those men.

Alan Bayer just picked up his pistol and pointed it at him. "Do you know this structure? You must have seen people killed by it when working here. The concept of death can make you feel relaxed. Are you afraid?"

This means that the Imperial Guard has entered the country through normal cargo channels at this moment. Those soldiers are now painting their breastplates with a washable coating. The old Skadi Fourth Infantry Regiment has a very high usage rate of carapace armor. Those fully enclosed precious weapons are even more noble representatives in this place.

She spoke with a neutral-to-sharp voice. There were knife marks on her cheeks, and her nose was struck from the middle, like a lightning bolt. "I'm a cold trade broker. There's no goods here. Leave."

Alan Beyer just nodded and confirmed. "It seems I have the answer, so let me tell you, the goods here have been checked, 3460 pieces in total, fully armed and ready to go, alluvial tincture."

But to him, people are not objects after all. Secondly, this old man may seem weak, but he can bring incomparable convenience to Skadi's troops.

Old Chester's work usually ends here, and the subsequent premiums and discussions have nothing to do with him, but today he wants to see what will happen to his report. His mood is very complicated, he is afraid of punishment from the person in charge, and he is looking forward to punishment. , because he had seen those who neglected their duties whipped to death.

At this moment, he didn't know what to say, but the fear was real, and the feeling of unknown death was touching, and such a special event was like a stone hitting the shackles, and Alan Bayer, as a serving man The feeling of killing really made him fear.

Old Chester suddenly didn't know how to answer. In the countless days and months he spent here, no one had ever asked him like this. Do you like it? What is liking? If he really liked this kind of job, he wouldn't be so dull? He thought for a long time and could only answer. "have no idea."

The agent answered while holding back his nausea. "Yes, sir, the quality is excellent."

But today, Chester saw a small ship docking, but he didn't get out of the warehouse for a long time. His thoughts and unchanging life were disrupted. He could only wait in place, for a long time, like an old screw with a problem. I don't know why it's spinning.

The richly dressed aristocratic fat man looked ridiculous in this narrow office, but such a person actually controlled this port. He just nodded, took the agent's list, and lightly changed the number on it, 30,000 items, All fractions of the four thousand were wiped off, thus saving hundreds of imperial coins on customs duties!

But he didn't understand the old man, so he spoke. “Do you like counts and lists?”

Old Chester was not sure that that thing could be described as being ready for action and fully armed, but compared to this, the emptiness of not being able to see the items being counted and the guilt of unfinished work made him even more uncomfortable, so he spoke. "Please show me."

"What is this?" The cold trade agent was dumbfounded. She looked at the recorder in front of her in astonishment, as if she had seen something strange. After all, in this place, the Throne Coin is more influential than the Emperor himself.

The cold trade broker sighed, and took out something he had prepared early, a flashing silver coin, also called a throne coin, from his pocket, and then said. "Good, good, you want this, don't you, now leave."

Just like the natural fear of eating when hungry and drinking water when thirsty, he spit out a few meaningless bytes, then quickly broke the rules he followed, wrote the list with illusory characters, and because he was threatened, he did not feel any guilt.

But if no one pursued it, it means that his calculations are not very important at all.

"So, I will give you a batch privately?"

But old Chester is indeed like this. He was born here and will die here soon. For him, clearing is clearing, eating is eating. For him, the whole world is only endless void, and this small port. Even such a port he has not explored clearly, because he spends most of his time clearing.

It's just that his reputation accumulated over the years is equal to numbness. Compared with humans, he is more like a screw that keeps turning in this factory, a counter. Even if he does his best, he will only not make mistakes, and no one will care about him.

But even so, the small, oak-doored office on the second floor was beyond his reach, which delayed Old Chester's entry into the office. It was that moment of hesitation that made him go from walking side by side to following behind. With the row of subordinates behind the agent, he was almost instantly ignored and mixed in.

And amid the voices of many people cursing, the great emblems representing the Imperial Sky Eagle were now replaced with the disgusting symbol of Engili Port, a corrupted skull.

And even the Lemanus tanks and Chimera armored vehicles could not escape this. Many veterans no longer dared to ride on those machine spirits, fearing that the machine spirits would be very unhappy.

But even so, with Skadi's loyalty to Elanbair, this matter was still accomplished. Those loyal soldiers now turned into traitors and started the war engine of the Imperial Guard openly, driving on the streets of heresy. Even those local law departments who were at a loss had to clear the way for those Imperial Guards.

It was no longer considered a case of inviting a wolf into the house. When Ailanbaier crossed his legs and used the imperial coins to buy a local snack, salt-baked Glomon, he enjoyed it with the crew of his favorite car, the Salamander Command Car, and commented, "This is a good outpost. Let's go, the next stop is the Baron's Mansion!"