Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 102: Merchant Dynasty, Part 1
How would you feel if you were trapped in a small metal box for a few days, even with food and water?
That's boring.

The interior of the cell was absolutely dull, with only a small skylight that let in the harsh promethium light.

There was also the extremely uncomfortable bed and the reduced-calorie food to prevent him from gaining weight.

Now it seems that even those damn filming assignments arranged by the damn Tychus are better than staying here.

Taylor had taken off his shirt because of the stuffiness, and was making small handicrafts with lunch boxes and cans in a narrow room made of metal walls.

"Ha, this little thing is worth quite a few credits."

He muttered to himself.

It has to be said that Taylor is quite talented in finding joy in adversity.

That small and exquisite little toy can make the children of the nest city linger on it, and its prototype is the old-fashioned wooden spinning top.

Of course, there were people within the empire who felt that such handicraft work was not suitable for a "hero" like him, but Taylor actually knew it very well.

You have to be smart enough to survive on the battlefield.

Therefore, he never cares about his so-called loyal hero "personality" unless those loyal smiles can be exchanged for greater benefits.

But at this moment, a cold wind suddenly blew in from behind the metal door, just like swallowing a mouthful of ice-cold water in the scorching summer.

Outside the door, a guard wearing the standard uniform of the Imperial Navy and armed with a rapid-fire automatic rifle for close-range shooting shouted.

"Mr. Taylor! We need you to meet with our captain."

Taylor got up and put on the military uniform that he had seen in many bloody battles. At this moment, the guard looked at the exquisite little iron gyroscope and muttered in his heart.

He can still relax like this even in the confinement room. He is truly a role model of loyalty.

But Taylor actually cursed in his heart.

Shit! Why is it so cool in here? Is the skylight in the detention room connected to the boiler room?

Taylor was still a little embarrassed about their meeting. After all, looking covered in sweat was not a good look.

he asked. "A captain? In the Imperial Navy?"

The guard replied in amazement. "Don't you know? Although you were unconscious when you boarded the ship, I thought you had heard it."

"This ship belongs to the Took family, a dynasty of wandering merchants, and its current mistress is the great Brandilu Took."

The guards used the name in High Gothic, so it was very difficult to pronounce. Taylor was always a rough man, so he could only recite it like a parrot.

"Brandybuck? What a strange name."

The guard smiled and said, "It's Tilu, sir." He took the trouble to correct Taylor's accent.

The two men then engaged in a discussion about this, starting with the guard's previous service in the Imperial Navy and his current role as a security officer.

And when Taylor heard that he could earn 20 throne coins a month, he felt for the first time that being an Imperial Guard officer was not so attractive.

The Wandering Merchant was truly incredibly wealthy, spending such an outrageous sum on a single naval officer...

After all, they have a legal license to plunder issued by the Emperor... cough.

The legal trade certificate is said to contain a drop of blood from the Emperor of God as a guarantee of its legal reliability. Any evildoers will retreat in an instant upon seeing its light.

That great thing became the foundation for countless merchant dynasties to build their hegemony for thousands of years, and according to the officer, the owner of this Moon-class cruiser had a full 35 rich worlds under his control.

35 stars!
Taylor never dared to imagine that he could become the ruler of the world, but there are 35 masters here.

It can be said that the 11 taxes exempted due to trade authorization alone were enough to support a huge imperial army.

He had to speak worriedly at this moment. "Do I need to take a shower?"

The guard said calmly, "Your body odor isn't too strong, so this will do for now."

Taylor nodded, and then the corridor in front of them came to an end. Amid the distinctive sound of hydraulic valves, a magnificent hall was revealed before them.

Beautiful light red silk is everywhere, mahogany furniture can be seen everywhere, and the floor is made of top-grade marble.

The cold air inside the ship, which was cold due to lack of functions, seemed to be afraid of the place and dared not approach.

Glass cabinets lined the walls, like the ones Taylor had seen where some wealthy people kept their antiques.

This time, however, it contained a massive Ork skull, an Eldar star javelin, and a broken chainsword, styled after something that looked like a Chaos Space Marine's.

He is really full of martial virtues!
But Taylor suddenly realized that this cabinet was far inferior to the one he had in the Skadi Group.

Now, besides the tyrant's head, there are also the wreckage of the Titan and the emblem of Ultramar given to him by the Ultramarines.

His gaze was fixed on the display case, lost in thought, when suddenly a clear and bright voice rang out. "Lord Taylor, I've long heard of your great name."

Her voice wasn't as rough as the barbaric things in the display cabinet, but rather a little too timid at first.

When Taylor looked away.

I saw a girl wearing luxurious clothes. She was a 19-year-old girl in a long black and red dark Gothic style skirt. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin and a delicate face.

Now I am standing next to him and speaking with a slightly proud voice.

"This is the spoils accumulated by the ancestors of the Tuk family for generations. What do you think, my lord?"

She seemed to want to be recognized by the hero, and Taylor did see that on the bookshelf in the room were many chivalric novels from the feudal world and poems praising space warriors.

On her desk was a book about love and warriors, a romance novel of the imperial style that worshipped martial arts.

After all, in this empire that has experienced countless wars, people's aesthetic taste has changed from being guided by their facial features to being guided by their fists.

Taylor just rubbed his nose. It was really hard for him to answer. After all, the pile of stuff here might not be half as great and exciting as the stuff he brought back from the battlefield in a battle.

Although those were not the creatures he wanted to encounter, the things he killed during that one encounter with the Zerg were enough to rival the loot cabinet here.

It seems that even if he ruled over 35 empires and the world's wealth, it couldn't compare to his own misfortune. Taylor was at a loss for words for a moment and could only mumble back in response.

"Of course, of course, very good..."

"Your family is full of honor."

He flashed his signature service smile, which seemed to perfectly fit the woman's fantasy, and she smiled with satisfaction, while Taylor also thought to herself.

How could the heir be like this? This family is almost finished...

As Taylor was thinking, he suddenly heard footsteps outside the door and a hoarse voice.

"Kill the tyrant!"

Someone suddenly shouted, and then a burst of lasers and projectiles attacked.

Taylor subconsciously pulled "Brandy Deer" into the shelter next to him, which was behind the trophy cabinet.

Those things of honor and greatness were shattered in an instant, the orc's skull rotted, the chainsaw sword was knocked away, and other odds and ends were similar.

The naval officer was hit by the laser, and his entire arm was burned off in an instant. He was then knocked to the ground by the impact, blood spilled all over the ground, and he was quickly stabbed to death.

The other side mercifully blew his head off.

Taylor instinctively grabbed the Eldar's Star Spear and shouted, "Find cover!"

When he came to his senses, he realized that there were no comrades next to him and this was not a trench.

He held the last descendant of the merchant dynasty in his arms, and her delicate body seemed to be trembling.

But when Taylor lowered his head, the lady's expression was extremely excited, as if she had seen something interesting.

She was trembling with excitement!
She gasped. "Master Taylor, I want you to see it, see that thing... see it..."

She looks very strange...

Taylor also felt abnormal emotions...

Then she suddenly lifted her skirt, revealing her white thighs.

That thing looks plump and soft.

Taylor swallowed, but it wasn't because of lust.

It was because a laser pistol that had been transformed into the appearance of a flintlock pistol was now tied around his thigh with a black ribbon.

The next moment, she smiled, took out her weapon, and shot at the enemy, shooting accurately and wildly, with blood splattering everywhere.

That weapon was incredibly powerful. One shot could pierce bulletproof armor and roast a man's chest in the process! It was even more powerful than the one Taylor loved to use!
And when the enemy approaches with a storm shield.

She took out a small dagger from her chest and threw it in a parabolic trajectory, instantly piercing the head of the man holding the shield.

With a puff, his huge body fell down, and the merchant leader couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Come on! Assassins! You are not the first group! Guess where the previous ones went?"

Taylor just asked shakily.

"Um, do you really need a security officer?"

(End of this chapter)