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Chapter 40 Governor
Zhou Yun walked out of the hotel on the 9th Street in the 18th Residential Area of ​​the 9th District.
Yesterday, he and Reina followed the old lady named Nama Karl silently.
Zhou Yun even changed his face several times, pretending to pass by her.
This allowed him to observe Nama Karl more closely.

This mathematician and actuary has dark and yellow skin and slightly deep eye sockets, which is probably the appearance of a person from the South Asian subcontinent.
There was no madness in her eyes, nor was there the turbidity common in old people. Instead, there was a strange agility in her eyes.

It was as if countless numbers were arranged and rotating in a spiral in her eyes, converging into her pupil.

Apart from this, Zhou Yun did not find any abnormal signs.

She has no psychic reactions, speaks clearly and rationally, and does not commit any blasphemous acts.

He just lowered his head from time to time and calculated quickly on the notebook in his hand, as if he was calculating something.

Zhou Yun glanced at the contents cautiously.

It turns out to be just a dense collection of mathematical formulas, function graphs, and derivations.

Zhou Yun had a college degree in his previous life, so he could barely understand a little bit of the content above.
But I didn't find any problems at all.

As for Reina, she was even more doomed.
She only learned some basic math knowledge from Nama Karl when she was a child.
I'm pretty good at doing the math in the Xiachao Operations Gang, but I'm completely at a loss when I encounter math problems.

Even Reina still can't remember the string of numbers "387, 420, 489".

Zhou Yun always felt that there was something wrong with this string of numbers, but he could never find out what the problem was.

Neither of them found any signs of Nama Kal being corrupted, so they could only stay there temporarily.
Zhou Yun stood on the street outside the hotel and looked towards a small church not far away.
According to Reina, the chapel was built with funds raised by the residents of the Ninth District.
There were statues of the Emperor and Sanguinius, and a handful of scarlet sand brought from Baal, considered a holy relic.

Zhou Yun strongly requested to stay in this hotel, even though it was several blocks away from Nama Karl, because of this church.

If there are signs of Tzeentch's corruption, then this small church in District 9 might be able to resist some of the corruption.
Another point is that Zhou Yun and Governor Augustus Flax agreed to meet in this church.

Zhou Yun walked into the church.

There was no light in the church, only candles burning fiercely under two tall stone statues, coating the church with a layer of orange-yellow light.

One of the two statues is the emperor, holding a flaming sword and looking into the distance.

The other is an angel holding a power spear, stabbing at the poisonous snake wrapped around the ground.

The blessed speakers played sacred prayers, and the scent of holy oil filled the entire church.

In the church, some people were sitting on chairs, praying with their heads bowed.

A minister of the Anglican Church bowed his head devoutly and whispered to Zhou Yun:

"Son of man, do you want to confess your sins to the Emperor?"

"Son of man, do you want to ask for the mercy of Sanguinius?"

If I wanted Sanguinius's mercy, why didn't I look for the guy in the white light in the corner of my eye?

I don’t know if it was Zhou Yun’s illusion, but he seemed to become brighter after entering the church.

"I'm looking for the governor." Zhou Yun ignored the pastor's preaching and went straight to the point.

The pastor nodded slightly and motioned Zhou Yun to go to the second floor.

"Son of man, no matter how great your worldly authority may be, it is only a tiny part of the Emperor's glory."

The pastor said to Zhou Yun who was walking towards the second floor:
"Son of man, no matter how much wealth shines, it cannot be as bright as the feathers of an angel." "I agree with this very much." Zhou Yun nodded in agreement.

It was so bright that it almost blinded him.
Zhou Yun glanced at the winged figure in the white light from the corner of his eye. It was getting brighter and brighter.
It was as if this church could allow him to squeeze more into the physical universe.
Hearing Zhou Yun's heartfelt approval, the pastor looked at Zhou Yun with a much more friendly look.

He pointed out to Zhou Yun the room where the Governor was.

Zhou Yun nodded in thanks, pushed open the small door of a confession room on the second floor, and walked in.

A skinny and listless old man with dark circles under his eyes and cloudy eyes was sitting in a corner of the confessional, flipping through the Holy Scriptures in his hands.

Governor Asford, current head of the Flax family, Augustus Flax.

Zhou Yun narrowed his eyes slightly.
This Governor actually talked to me face to face.
Augustus Flax was an extremely cautious man who would rarely expose himself to danger.

Zhou Yun sat opposite him.

"So you are still a devout believer of the empire." Zhou Yun said with a hint of mockery in his tone.

Augustus Flax closed the book in his hand and put it aside.

"Faith in the Emperor can give me some peace of mind."

Augustus Flax responded to Zhou Yun's ridicule lightly.
He looked at Zhou Yun, every muscle on his face working in a clever way, looking at Zhou Yun with a scrutinizing yet polite attitude.

Training, Zhou Yun detected traces of training from him.
That must be the result of years of training.
The nobility of the empire enjoys privileges, but they are not just useless people who sit in office and do nothing. Their lives are not easy or pleasant.

In fact, they were more tired and exhausted. Many nobles and even governors of the empire died of exhaustion at their posts.
The privileges bestowed by the Emperor do not come without corresponding responsibilities.
The nobles continue to receive extremely rigorous training since birth.
Every moment of their day, every movement and every expression is strictly planned.
They need to learn the knowledge of governing the planet, learn piety and fighting, learn etiquette and social interaction day by day.

Don't even mention being tired; they are not allowed to show their tiredness.
Days like these would repeat themselves until they were forged to shoulder the privileges and responsibilities bestowed upon them by the Emperor.

This is especially true for the Governor. Managing an entire huge planet using only the human brain is a task that almost challenges the limits of human physiology.

Augustus Flax in front of me is a bastard. As the governor, he abandoned all the government affairs of the lower nest.
But this doesn't mean he is a waste, his past training still works on him.

"You, what are you trying to do with that illegal psyker in the Upper Nest."

Augustus Flax stared at Zhou Yun and said:

"You guys are following Nama Karl, what is that actuary going to do?"

Zhou Yun was not surprised.

While following Nama Karl, he discovered that someone was also following them.

He was indeed a spy under the Governor.

"I suspect she is a heretic, corrupted by Chaos."

Zhou Yun narrowed his eyes and said with a smile on his face:

"Would you be interested in lending me a team of PDFs so I can help you get rid of this trouble?"

　I'm a bit stuck, the next chapter might be late

　　
　
(End of this chapter)