Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 259 An old acquaintance in the dark

Today is very important for the world of Kamaz. After Taylor has taken care of the basic livelihood security, trade and many other things will become the crucial first act.

So he organized a banquet to help Kamath's revival.

An elderly Kamasi man is now helping him change his clothes.

The old man was once a refugee and is now a housekeeper.

The only reason he received this honor was very simple, that was that he was the only one in this wild world who had seen the world.

He was once a captain who sailed according to the Empire's standard routes. Although he was not a good person, he had done nothing wrong.

His only advantage is that he has experienced many things and is particularly proficient in the complicated etiquette and food of many empires.

Now he said helplessly to Taylor, "Sir!"

"Your water gate is open."

"Watergate?" Taylor lowered his head and realized that under his dress, the little thing used to open the door and release the gate was unscrupulously displaying its contents.

He pulled the thing up awkwardly, but because the formal attire of the imperial nobles was so heavy and meaningless, like a peacock spreading its wings, his posture looked heavy and ridiculous.

The old butler sighed. "Sir, I'm giving up. I can't rid you of your materialistic nature no matter what I do."

"Even though we're hosting a lady from the largest free port in this sector tonight, you haven't compromised on etiquette at all."

"What's at stake tonight is whether Kamaz can become the leader of the entire star zone!"

Taylor said helplessly. "Old man, let's talk about our own affairs."

He took off the large bunch of strange decorations, then sat on the chair and spoke with his legs spread out.

"My father was a hive worker, my mother sewed clothes for others, and the most aristocratic man I've ever met was a man who stood at the entrance of the square and read out the words, telling us when curfew would start."

"At least that was how I spent the first twenty years. The rest of the time I was rolling around in the mud, shooting at everything that moved with a broken gun."

"Although I have met many governors, nobles, officers and even primarchs, I really don't have time to learn this."

"If all else fails, let's just take a step back. I'll wear that handsome armor Cawl made, and you'll just be responsible for organizing the banquet. We'll both be better off."

The old butler sighed. "Sir, whether we can get starship support from Freeport depends entirely on this!"

"I dare not gamble, and I can't gamble..."

He was almost crushed by the pressure, after all, this matter concerned the future of Kamaz in terms of business and military.

Taylor replied. "I've seen the Primarchs all wearing that. Who could be more formidable than a Primarch?"

The butler said, "She's a mysterious figure who suddenly appeared in Freeport when the Empire's dark side emerged. She turned the tide, expelled the unscrupulous merchants, and saved the naval officers."

"Now she is an honorary lady of the Void Fortress world and a female noble of the entire Freeport."

Taylor replied. "Again, I wore the same outfit when I met the Primarch. If you think I'm polite enough, I can also wear that fat, strange outfit."

The old butler looked at the time, sighed, nodded, and pushed Taylor into the banquet hall.

He just felt that if he had to serve this gentleman for a few more years, he would die sooner rather than later.

It was the first time he thought that the banquet he organized would fall apart, and he seemed to see Kamas falling apart amid the ridicule of the nobles.

But when Taylor entered the venue with a smile, many dignitaries present looked at him in surprise.

Surrounded by the faint scent of incense, in front of the sculpture of the Emperor's glory, a seasoned and powerful officer approached like an angel of the Emperor.

In an empire that worshipped military power, this was both a display of his disdain for the nobles and a display of his own merits.

Some of the imperial high-ranking officials were impressed by his bravery, but more thought he was rude, and a few warmongers were eager to go up and fight him.

But overall, this opening was much more interesting than the old-fashioned and boring appearance.

At this moment, a brown-haired lady covered her cheeks with a fan and smiled secretly at Taylor. But Taylor just touched his ears and said to the broadcasting skull.

"Fellow loyalists of the Empire, we may have met on the battlefield. After all, I have fought in many wars."

"I remember that the guest list included a world I had helped before. Although I unexpectedly met the Imperial Regent Guilliman during the Cadia disaster, which delayed me for a while, it did not prevent us from forming an alliance here."

"So, it's okay for me to be the boss, right?"

The Imperial nobles were agitated by these remarks, and they gathered here in the name of Lion, the Primarch.

But in the new dark power group, the position of the boss is not something you can just take.

Feelings are feelings, and cake is cake. Although the name of Skadi's First Redemption Regiment is very tough, they also know that Taylor currently only has the Kamaz Defense Force as a trump card.

Even with the support of the Lion King, the Primarch is not here after all!
They wanted to refute and resist. After all, it was Taylor who first went on stage without wearing formal attire according to the rules and regulations, holding weapons and equipment, and demanding to be reinstated.

Others can theoretically refute it!

Seeing the crowd excited, the old butler covered his face helplessly.

He saw his home planet being isolated and then devoured by Chaos, and he hated those nobles who bullied the weak and feared the strong, and who were still thinking about fighting for power and profit when the empire was about to be destroyed!

He was angry, but powerless.

Taylor was thinking more pragmatically, that is, he needed to destroy several planets with Thunder Strike, so that he could integrate this troublesome force...

He does not want war and does not like sacrifice. Kamas has just escaped the attack of the Hundred-Eyed War Gang and is actually no longer able to go on an expedition.

Rely on the Lion King? Or?
Taylor was secretly shocked.

He thought these guys were so troublesome. If these nobles were half as capable and smart as the imperial soldiers, perhaps the empire would not be in such a mess now!
Just as the situation was about to break out, a noble lady walked out of the crowd. She passed through the people like a ghost, leaving behind only a memorable smell of orange.

She came on stage at some point, gently tapped the announcer's skull, and spoke in a clear voice.

"I support it, does anyone else have any objections?"

At this moment, those guys were all silent, like dead birds.

Taylor looked at her and said incredulously, "You're not? Alien..."

He was halfway through his words when the lady pressed her mouth against his. After the familiar feeling, the nobles at the banquet realized something.

Oh... so the famous war hero is also a gigolo?
Taylor pushed her away in disgust, announced that the matter was over, then pulled her backstage and asked seriously.

"Aren't you a follower of Slaanesh? What's wrong with you? Why don't you become a pirate and rob people instead of running here to be a noble?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the butler ran over and said to Taylor.

"My lord! She...she is the mistress of Freeport!"

"Are you friends with her?" The housekeeper said this ambiguously, and the cult lady laughed.

"Well, Taylor, this time I expressed my love to a loyalist from a sector, so our affair is finally confirmed!"

Taylor rubbed his head in pain.

"As long as you don't give my soul to Slaanesh, acting is fine..."

He accepted it calmly, because if the Primarch came, all her plans would be shattered.

But Taylor asked anyway. "What's wrong with you?"

She said frankly. "I got a huge starport, that's all."

"With a bit of intrigue, magic, and my pretty face, that's all..."

At this moment, Taylor's forehead began to sweat, and he was already a little regretful that he had agreed to this succubus's fake show!
(End of this chapter)