Warhammer 30k and the Great Tomb of Nazarick

Chapter 57 Paradise Disciples Continued

There are a lot of sailors on the lower deck. Although they usually live in familiar small groups, other sailors are often sent to other small groups due to work reasons.

Anyway, the supplies are allocated uniformly from above, so the sailors on the lower deck generally have no hostility towards people from other places, and they even welcome sailors from other areas to come.

After all, life on the lower deck is too monotonous and boring, and sailors from other areas are likely to bring new information that no one knows about.

Sergeant Joey, who was a sailor on the lower deck, quickly blended in with the group in front of him with a few swear words and a few classic dirty jokes.

As for what would happen if someone discovered Joey's true identity?
This is actually not important. Joey has chosen the place farthest from the area where he was born, and even if someone finds out, the worst that can happen is that the undercover investigation can be changed into bribery.

This is not 40k, an era where the upper deck and the lower deck are like two completely different species.

People on the lower decks can also become officers and do not have that much resentment towards those above.

The small bag of throne coins that Joey carried in his arms was prepared for just such a situation.

Fortunately, there was no sailor who knew Joey this time, which made Sergeant Joey happy for saving a month's salary.

Everyone went to a busy cafeteria and received their food.

To get food at Liuhuo, one needs to prepare his work ID card. Joey was well prepared for this. Holding his genuine work ID card, Joey got his lunch and found an empty seat at a table for eight, so he sat down.

The meals for the lower-level sailors mainly consisted of a protein cake, two energy bars containing necessary vitamins, a bowl of hot soup, and two thin slices of synthetic meat.

Sergeant Joey, who was used to eating in the NCO mess, commented on the food.

The protein cake tastes like rubber, the energy bar tastes like eating candles, the synthetic meat is like chewing leather shoes, and the soup tastes like pot washing water.

All in all it wasn't very tasty, but still edible.

Joey ate with relish, or at least looked like he was eating with relish.

He broke the energy bar into pieces and sprinkled it on the protein cake, then took a bite of the protein cake and drank a sip of hot soup. His movements were skillful and his expression was as satisfied as those sailors who had worked hard all day.

The times when people are most likely to relax are when they sleep and when they eat. After eating for a while, Joey felt that he had enough and started asking about the disciples in Paradise.

Now the seven-feathered eagle symbol related to the lower class and the disciples of Paradise is everywhere. As a lower-level sailor, it would be strange if you were not aware of this and were not curious about it.

"Hey, man, I heard recently that there is an organization called Paradise Disciples that is spreading very fast. What is it about?"

Sergeant Joy asked a talkative young sailor next to him in a Western Star Region accent.

At the same time, he also handed over a small iron can with a rubber lid.

It was about 100 ml of "second best", a kind of inferior wine that was popular throughout the empire.

For lower-level sailors, cigarettes, alcohol, or other things that can bring temporary relaxation are hard currency.

The sailor took the tin, opened it a little, put it to his nose and smelled it, and his eyes immediately lit up.

He looked around carefully. The robot servant responsible for serving meals was still faithfully performing its duties. The servo skull and inspector responsible for patrolling were not there either. So he happily put the food to his lips and took a sip.

Then he opened his mouth, exhaled, and showed a satisfied expression.

There are strict restrictions on drinking on the spacecraft. Of course, if it could be controlled, there would be no disturbance from the Paradise Disciples sect on the lower deck.

"You've asked the right person. We all know."

The young sailor said happily, and passed the tin can in his hand to another sailor at the same table. Soon the tin can was passed around the table and finally returned to Sergeant Joey's hand.

Joey took back the tin, felt the weight and feel of it in his hand, and discovered that there was still one third of wine in it.

These sailors are friendly and not greedy.

Joey commented in his heart, then asked with an interested expression:
"Then tell me, what is this for?"

The people at the table became more familiar with Joey because of the wine they drank. The young sailor said happily with a spoon in his hand:

"Do you know the Divine Emperor?"

"I know, I know. That's too good to be true. We all say that the Emperor must be a god. How can there be such an awesome person?"

"That's right, let me tell you."

The young sailor paused for a moment, then leaned forward and lowered his voice.
"In fact, the Emperor's true name is the Lord of Paradise,"

"The Emperor is the creator of mankind. Ten thousand years ago, mankind's wanton manipulation of life angered the Emperor, which led to the terrible era that followed."

"But the Emperor is merciful, the Lord of Paradise is merciful, He launched the Great Crusade, and in the end all human beings will listen to the sevenfold gospel of the Lord of Paradise, enter Paradise and enjoy the seven kinds of tranquility and seven kinds of great happiness."

Joey kept his head still, but moved his eyes slightly, scanning the surroundings.

The expressions of all the people at the same table were very natural. They all knew this and were probably all believers of Paradise Disciples.

"really?"

Joey seemed very interested.

"But since all humans will eventually be accepted by the Emperor, the Lord of Paradise, into His Paradise, why don't we just wait?"

"You..."

The young sailor sat back, shook his head and continued, "Although everyone will return to Paradise in the end, it will take a long time. Only after the 777-year Great Crusade is completed will the Lord of Paradise accept all human souls. Now the Great Crusade has only been going on for a few years."

"Is that so? What should we do now?"

"It's very simple. We just need to believe in the disciples of Paradise and become servants of Paradise. Then we will enter Paradise in advance after we are born and help the Lord of Paradise to manage Paradise."

Joey scratched his head, looking confused.

"I am certainly happy to help the Emperor, ah, no, the Lord of Paradise, to manage the Paradise, but what can I do?"

The young sailor was stunned for a moment, as if he had never thought about this question before. He quickly exchanged glances with the sailors around him, and they all said in unison:
"We can help the Lord of Paradise clean up."

"You can wax the deck or the floor."

“And moving things.”

"By the way, I can also help replace parts."

“This seems to be similar to our current life.”

"How can it be the same?"

"I said how can it be the same! After entering the park, every meal has seven dishes. Meat, it's real meat, not this synthetic garbage. There's no limit to the amount of meat."

"Yes, I heard that there will be seven beautiful girls who will marry you."

"Nonsense, I've never heard of this thing, you are just imagining it yourself."

"That's right, the disciples never mentioned this. I think it's just you, Old Zhao, who is lustful."

Old Zhao, who mentioned the seven girls, blushed when everyone scolded him. He quickly picked up the soup bowl and drank it to cover it up.

Seeing that the effect was similar, Joey asked
"Now everyone knows how to join Paradise Disciples. I also want to enter Paradise in advance. Don't worry, I will never forget you when the time comes."

"Hey, what's the point of talking about benefits? We are all fellow human beings of the Lord of Paradise. Helping each other is the most basic thing. How about this, just come with us after dinner."

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after eating
Sergeant Joy followed the seven sailors through twists and turns and arrived at the public bathroom on the lower deck.

Well, it is indeed a very suitable place for large-scale gatherings on the lower floor.

Joey followed them to the door and was stopped by several men who were also wearing old sailor suits.

The young sailor came out and told the guard that Joey was the new brother who was about to join.

The guard looked at Joey and a big smile appeared on his face.

"Welcome, new brother. Here, this is the benefit of joining the sect."

As he said this, he poured a large bowl of thick soup for Joey from the large bucket behind him.

Joey took the big bowl of soup.

The bowl is so big that you need both hands to hold it.

The soup was thick, green and sticky, steaming hot, with a few thumb-sized chunks of minced meat in it.

You can smell a rich aroma.

Sergeant Joy couldn't tell what the smell was, but he felt comfortable when he smelled it.

Even though he had already eaten, looking at the bowl of soup made Joey feel hungry again.

But he forced himself to control himself and glanced around. He found that the seven sailors who came with him had also received a bowl of thick soup and were drinking it happily.

Sergeant Joey also picked up the bowl and took a sip.

tasty!

So delicious!

It's indescribably delicious.

This bowl of soup seems to have life. It enters the stomach through the throat and then spreads the heat to every part of the body.

Joey originally just wanted to take a sip, but once he started, he couldn't stop until he finished the big bowl of thick soup, even clearing out the soup base in the bowl.

Joey let out a satisfied breath and felt indescribably comfortable throughout his body.

Joey felt that he understood why Paradise Disciples could expand so quickly.

If he could drink such delicious soup every day, he would be willing to believe in the Lord of Paradise.

“Ha, hahaha…hahaha O(∩_∩)O haha~”

After drinking the soup, Joey felt extremely happy and laughed happily with the sailors around him.

Everyone walked into the public bathroom arm in arm like brothers.

(End of this chapter)