Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 6: Birds of a feather flock together

Dinner created a charming aroma on the wooden table, the warm stove toasted the wet clothes, and Taylor enjoyed the tranquility and the Tanner tea on the table, a pungent fermented tea.

The rain continued to fall outside the window as Taylor took off his heavy Imperial Guard jacket and carapace and placed them by the fireplace to dry.

Ceiling, charcoal, and fresh meat. It should be the common Grox meat in the Empire, the kind of manic, large and delicious Catachan specialty.

The meat was stewed in a creamy soup until it was soft and melted in the pan. There was almost nothing to complain about in terms of taste, but it was a real waste of time.

The farmer's daughter stayed close to Taylor and asked him carefully whether the food was suitable for an alien like him, and prepared rooms for the Imperial Guard brothers.

There are many servants and many empty rooms here. It seems that this lady manages the entire farm alone. At least Taylor has not seen his father for a long time since he came here.

But Taylor also wanted to answer. He could go to the kitchen and make a plate of boiled pork slices, but this dinner was nothing to complain about at the imperial level.

But he still had a problem, which was that this lady had too much of a contrived and cultish vibe.

Taylor could sense her deliberateness, the maliciousness hidden beneath her true character, and the unique scent that clung to her.

That citrus smell.

After all, citrus fruits are creatures from Terra (Earth) and have long been extinct. This is the end of the 40th millennium of human civilization. That thing is more precious than the giant panda, but the giant panda is also extinct.

Good news, oranges and pandas are now on the same level. Bad news, they both disappeared.

So Taylor could still remember the last time he smelled such an orange scent, which was in the cultists' stronghold. They liked to use hallucinogenic herbs with similar smells to discover their own inspiration and communicate with the four gods.

As the saying goes, that's it.

I knocked on it.

Taylor didn't know how a nightshade plant could smell like citrus. He was not a biologist, but he knew that the cheapest source of inspiration in this star region was that thing.

It’s great that the woman who serves him and obeys him in everything is a cultist. The last girl who asked him to sleep with her was a warmongerer, Free Blade.

What's next? A thirsty Groxmon? Or a drunken Ogryn woman?
Taylor didn't dare to think about it anymore. Now he felt like he had fallen into the Spider Cave, but he chose to push the spider spirit away without hesitation.

It's not his strong will that's to blame, it's just that he's too clear-headed. Otherwise, dying in such a beautiful dream would have been a good ending.

The moment the femme fatale moved away from Taylor, he watched the cult lady wiggle her waist.

Really, no one would think that such a peasant girl is an imperial traitor who kills without blinking an eye and likes to sacrifice, but this world is so abstract.

After Taylor learned about this, he could vaguely feel that there were many people hiding in the woods near the rainy land, but Taylor still seemed heartless and feasted on the thick soup and stewed meat.

Although he knew she was not a good person, Taylor was really hungry. To prevent her from getting suspicious, the best way was to play along with her. In other words, Taylor had always done this.

After three rounds of dinner, Taylor was full and picking his teeth, watching the rain outside the window to pass the time. The lady also came over and spoke in a voice that was almost as sweet as honey.

"Warriors of the Empire, I have heard my noble father, the Lord here, tell many stories about the stars, most of which feature Astartes as the protagonist."

"But I also know that the Astra Militarum is a crucial part of this, sir. I'd like to hear something different, something other than those damned Knight Mechs and Astartes." Taylor frowned and asked, his voice bouncing. "Is your father a Lord Knight who pilots a Knight Mech? Or a Freeblade?"

The cult girl smiled and said, "Once upon a time, he died in the war with the orcs. This raid began before you arrived, 16 years ago, and I'm only 20."

Taylor remembered that the years in this world were a little faster than the standard Terran years. If you calculated the difference, the girl was only in her early 17s, close to 18. In a few days at most, she would probably be 18 years old.

Was she hinting at me? Taylor thought again that he was overthinking it. A cult that was cheating people and offering buy-one-get-one-free deals? Her words and story were indeed touching, making Taylor's overly kind heart throb, but how much of it was true?
Taylor feigned sadness. "Such tragedies happen all over the Empire. I've been serving for a year, and my teammates have changed three times. I'm lucky, but most others aren't so lucky."

"People call me a hero, a miracle, a brave man, but I know that deep down I am not that kind of person."

"All success comes from good luck, ridiculous good luck."

The femme fatale smiled. "No, my lord, you are remarkable."

She cupped Tyler's cheeks and kissed him, catching him off guard, and Tyler enjoyed the citrusy kiss even though his head was protesting, but he didn't understand.

This isn't buy one get one free, this is just free...

Taylor pushed the lady away in surprise. In his heart, he was still amazed that he had lost his first kiss like this, and the "woman" had even put her tongue in him just now!
He still didn't know how many evil curses were contained in this. If she was a damned wizard...

Forget it, to be honest, Taylor's heart was almost caught. The girl wiped the corner of her mouth and looked at the big boy with a red face. Now she has lost some of her viciousness and treachery.

Now, she attacks with her most direct and real stories and emotions, and this contrast may be the decisive factor.

She whispered in Taylor's ear, "Sergeant, my room is on the top floor of the second floor, the innermost one, and it's very soundproof."

Taylor swallowed. As a man, he had to go, and as a soldier of the empire, his reason told him that this was the Hongmen Banquet.

But he said, "As you wish." He looked completely captivated, completely submissive, even though Taylor knew how many men this beauty had kissed with her mouth.

He took a deep breath and watched the girl return to her room. Tyler leaned against the fire and marveled at everything the Emperor had given him.

But none of this is well-intentioned.

No wonder there are so many cultists. This initiation ceremony is confusing for everyone, but Taylor knows the virtues of the four gods too well.

He picked up his laser pistol, a small weapon that was too conspicuous to be seen on his belt.

He needed to strike when the femme fatale was at her weakest and defenseless, so he calmly tucked the spear inside his pants.

Well, there are weird bumps.

It's okay, and actually makes sense, after all, Taylor thinks he is just playing a pervert.

Even though it would destroy his already poor reputation, it was still much better than being plotted against by the cultists. He quickly walked up the stairs, ready to face the evil lady head-on.

(End of this chapter)