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Chapter 48 Signed: Orleans Grilled Wings
"Where on earth did that bastard Lager go to slack off?"

Reina left cursing.
She said Zhou Yun should calculate the losses himself, and all compensation would be deducted from the salary of that bastard Lager.

If the money is not enough, she will send Rag to the upper nest even if it means losing money, and transform him into a mechanical servant to pay off Zhou Yun's debt.

Zhou Yun said that he would definitely take the money, but forget about the robot servant.
Rag was so ugly that he was afraid he wouldn't be able to sleep at night after seeing him.

Zhou Yun pushed open the iron door with a hideous hole and entered his house.

Then, he paused for a moment.
Everything in the house was in good order. The bed had not been turned over, and the items on the small table remained the same as before Zhou Yun left.
Zhou Yun opened the cupboard and found that the clothes in the cupboard had been moved and a close-fitting short shirt was missing, but the rest of the items were intact.
What surprised Zhou Yun the most was that he saw a letter on the bedside table.

Weird, so weird,

Zhou Yun's brows suddenly furrowed.

He reached for the letter, opened it and found...
I found that he couldn't understand it at all.

The letter was written in a very beautiful cursive script, which looked complicated and delicate.
Each letter was neatly arranged on the yellowed paper. If Zhou Yun had not seen traces of ink, he would have suspected that the letter was printed.

Zhou Yun squinted his eyes and barely made out a few words, which were similar to the Low Gothic language used in Asford.

But he couldn't understand most of the words at all, and only felt the complexity and sophistication of the language.

Compared with this language, Asford Low Gothic seemed like a bastard tongue used by barbarians.

But strangely, Zhou Yun found this language familiar.

Some of these words and letters are like the English in the 3K era, only more complicated.

But unfortunately, Zhou Yun's English was not very good when he was in school.

After so many years, I can only nod yes and shake my head no.

“That’s High Gothic,” the winged figure in the white light whispered.

".ah?"

Zhou Yun looked strange.

High Gothic is an official language of the Empire, originating in Terramerica and the Pacific during the Dark Age of Technology.
In other words, it is a more complicated and improved version of the English before Zhou Yun traveled through time.

In the Old Night Era, North America became a union of hive cities, where the nobles were fond of complicated and useless rituals. High Gothic was probably born in this way.

Because of this, this language is extremely obscure and difficult to understand for most of the citizens of the empire.
Only members of the state religion, senior officials of imperial institutions and some annoying nobles would use it.

Most people speak Low Gothic, a hybrid of different planets.

However.
"You mean to say that a thief from the bottom of the hive left me a letter in High Gothic?"

"How does he think I can understand it? He thinks too highly of me."

Zhou Yun couldn't help but shook his head.

Not to mention the complicated High Gothic, even if he wrote it in English, Zhou Yun wouldn't be able to understand it.

Reina seems to know a little bit.
Her family were devout believers of the state religion, and many of the state religion's original texts were written in High Gothic.

"Would you like me to read it to you?"

The winged figure in the white light chuckled and said:

"Though I was born Baal, as a Primarch, I was also educated in High Gothic."

"I'm curious if Angron can do it?" Zhou Yun couldn't help but ask curiously.

“This” the winged figure in the white light was speechless for a moment: “You are too demanding on him.”

"In terms of brain, my brother is biologically disabled." "Didn't Kahn try to teach his father a little? His father also had to participate in the military affairs meeting in the Great Crusade."

"You're being too demanding of Kahn. If you want him dead, just say so." The winged figure in the white light shook his head.

As he spoke, the winged figure in the white light looked at the letter in Zhou Yun's hand.

"I'm sorry for visiting your house in a violent manner. I believe your income is worthy of your contribution, so I didn't visit your house to steal."

The winged figure in the white light whispered the letter written in High Gothic on the letter:

"Enclosed is the blood coin to compensate for the door of your home."

"I have a job for you that will contribute to the Empire and the Emperor and pay well."

"If you wish to discuss this in detail, I will meet you at the garbage dump east of District 13 in Lower Nest tomorrow night."

"For your own safety, I have written this letter in High Gothic, trusting that you are able to read this ancient language."

"Also for your own safety, please do not tell anyone else the contents of this letter."

"Signed: Orleans Grilled Wings."

".Ah?" Zhou Yun tilted his head in confusion: "New Orleans grilled wings?"

After a moment, he realized,
Orleans Grilled Wings is the self-proclaimed name of the eager thief.
What the hell is this self-proclaimed name?
The chickens of Terra are all extinct, so why are there still people calling themselves New Orleans grilled wings?
Besides, if it wasn't for the purpose of stealing, why were you rushing to my door?
Zhou Yun looked at the blood coins sticking out of the envelope with a strange expression.
They even thoughtfully included the cost of door repairs.

There are so many flaws in this letter that the more Zhou Yun read it, the weirder his expression became.

What Zhou Yun found most bizarre was that
How could this eager thief think he could read High Gothic?

"He seems to have some kind of precognitive ability, and he may have discovered your uniqueness through it, just like me."

The winged figure in the white light said:

"But like I said before, your fate is threefold and unclear, and he may not be able to see it clearly."

"You know, High Gothic is basically a cumbersome version of Ancient Terra's English. You should be able to read it."

"It's been so many years since I graduated." Zhou Yun complained with a frown.

Zhou Yun is now increasingly suspicious of the identity of this eager thief.
Orleans grilled wings, it doesn't seem like a word that a thief in the lower nest of 40k would know.

There is no crazy Thursday in Xiachao
Oh my god, could it be that Tzeentch came to take revenge on him? How could he come so quickly?

Zhou Yun looked at the letter in his hand and couldn't help shaking his head.

Whether it was Tzeentch's corruption or not,

He would not go alone to meet the eager thief who called himself "Orleans Wings",

We need to bring at least two or three hundred people along.

Zhou Yun thought for a moment and stuffed the letter into his four-dimensional pocket.
[Props: Letter in High Gothic]
[Origin: Hades Shield Galaxy - Asford Star - Ferdia City Nest]
[Comment: A letter written in High Gothic, signed with Orleans Wings, recalling the deliciousness of Crazy Thursday.]
[Production time: 998.M41]
[Status: Dismantled only]
[Value: 0.001 yuan]
There is no corruption.
Zhou Yun got inspiration from the last incident.

Any item that enters the four-dimensional pocket will display relevant information.

If an item is corrupted, Zhou Yun can use this to know.

Zhou Yun, who still felt uneasy, checked all the items in his little house again, and only felt a little relieved.

He found a piece of synthetic wood to plug the hole in the iron door and then lay down on the bed.
0.3 seconds later, Zhou Yun fell asleep.

　In Warhammer, the Americans (not necessarily the original ones, but in the novels, Horus still calls them America) lived until the Terra Unification War and became a union of a bunch of nobles ruling hives. They are really the legendary King of Endurance.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)