Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 15 is about something fragrant and crispy that we all love?
As Atlas's professional intelligence department, the Ninth Company immediately blocked all information.

Upon careful review, Mordred discovered that this case of abducting a relative was not without a turning point. It was because Tom, that scoundrel, knew that what he had done was inhuman, so he did not show his true face when he went out, but instead disguised himself as a traveling merchant.

Joseph, being a seasoned veteran who thrived in the Alpha Legion, orchestrated a hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress scenario for Tom.

First, they sent people to modify the memories of the Nocturne Star farmers who knew the truth. Taking advantage of this gap, they transferred the people, changed the paint job of the transport ship, and sailed it to Tranquil Starport. Finally, in front of the Nocturne Star people, they had Tom call Atlas to board the ship and rescue the abducted villagers.

As he watched Tom waving his hands in Star Harbor Square, passionately reciting his lines in front of the camera like he was playing an accordion, recounting how he discovered the merchants' slave-hunting and how he rescued everyone, Mordred strode out and began his performance.

"That's right. Although our peaceful world is in dire need of reconstruction, we will never bully the weak!"

As everyone knows, it is we at Atlas who sheltered the refugees on the front lines; it is we at Atlas who provided these homeless brothers and sisters with hot meals; and it is through the efforts of all of us that our homeland is getting better and better.

A few tears were forced out, wetting Mordred's eyes. Under the puzzled gazes of the crowd, the golden-haired giant said painfully:

"But I never expected that there would be so many fools, so self-centered, who would actually do something to persecute their fellow human beings. This is all my fault!"

"No! Your Highness, this is not your fault. You are too good to us. It is because we cannot build our homes faster that those bad people have taken advantage of the situation."

The public's emotions were instantly ignited. They were not ignorant people; on the contrary, because of Singapore, they were able to know very well how people outside were doing.

A middle-aged man in cheap work clothes waved his arms, attracting everyone's attention, and with Mordred's approval, jumped onto the stage.

“Your Highness, you have done enough. Before I came to Tranquility, my world was oppressed by aliens. At night, the most important thing for everyone was to keep the doors and windows tightly closed, for fear of being snatched away by the hateful aliens in the darkness.”

But after arriving in Ningjing, I no longer have to live in fear at night. My children can even join literacy classes to learn the words that only the adults who called us pigs would use.

So Your Highness, you don't need to feel sorry for us. We are already very content with the life we ​​have now. You are our pride!

Mordred glanced instinctively at her offspring behind her, thinking, "JOJO, you did a great job, even assigning me a mood-maker!" She immediately spoke up:

"No! This is what I should do, and I am not a hero. It is you, you are the real heroes."

And I have some more good news to announce here.

Through this rescue, Atlas has learned of the whereabouts of a Primarch who has not yet returned to the Empire. It won't be long before I lead my brother back to the Empire.

Long live the Empire!

"Long live the Empire! Long live Atlas!"

As the speech ended, a group of heavily armored dog-men guards began to clear the area and escort their leader away. In a secluded spot, Mordred slapped Tom, who was standing next to her, down.

"Kid, if I have to clean up your mess again, you can go raise chickens on Green Green Grassland. Look at Joseph, he even knows how to hire shills to create a buzz for me. You should learn from him!"

"Huh? But Father, I didn't arrange any childcare."

"That's not important. What's important is that our secret has been preserved. Now go and send a message to the Eighteenth Legion, saying that Uncle has found their Primarch. As for us, we'll set off for Nocturne immediately."

By the way, should I bring my brother a gift? Do you two have any suggestions?

Joseph shook his head. Who knows what a Primarch likes? But Tom, standing to the side, saw this as an opportunity to redeem himself in front of his father. He was already prepared.

"Father, look!" As soon as he finished speaking, the Eighth Company Commander held a bag of still-steaming crispy fried chicken in his hands, which was coated with a layer of honey that looked very appetizing.

Perhaps thinking of the rather hot climate on Nocturne, Tom thoughtfully prepared a cooler box with several chilled, seedless watermelons inside!
Mordred nodded, picked up a piece of fried chicken and popped it into his mouth, then chopped open a watermelon and took a bite, exclaiming in admiration:

"Alright, fried chicken with watermelon. If I didn't know your background, I would have started to suspect that you were a spy that Old Huang planted next to me."

I take back what I said earlier, Tom, you're a fucking genius!

………………

The ever-burning, blazing fire illuminated the towering giant sitting in the center of the floor.

As a blacksmith who had grown up on Nocturne since he opened his eyes, Vokan was already used to the heat of the furnace, but today he was a little different, because Vokan knew clearly that he had already died once.

Seeing the giant sitting on the floor, lost in thought, Tu Bell, one of the leaders of the seven sanctuaries, patted his nephew's arm with concern.

“Vokhan, two weeks have passed, and those people who were taken by the raiders are not coming back. It’s not your fault; no one could have predicted their arrival.”

"No, they are not those pointy-eared aliens, they are humans, the same species as us!"

Tubel fell silent. He knew all too well that the creatures that had descended from the sky and were capturing his people were human, but he was more worried about his nephew's condition.

“Wokan, I am your uncle. If your father were still alive, he would not want to see you like this. Can you tell me what happened?”

“Gert”

Volkan swore at Nocturne, which shocked Tubel. Was this really his gentle and kind nephew?
"Uncle, those people are a bunch of bastards who are even more despicable than aliens, especially that scumbag who piloted the flying machine. He actually played me for a fool and chased me for a full 10 hours."

If I paused even slightly, they would shoot me with weapons. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and they even bombed me.

Thinking of the humiliating experience of not being able to hit anything and being chased by artillery shells, Wokan cursed again.

Just like teenage boys might feel anxious about areas with abundant body hair, Wokan didn't tell his family about his experience of dying once and then being resurrected, as it was simply too surreal.

“Bell, I’m sure those bastards will definitely come back. We have to prepare early. This is a spying that’s even more malicious than the Cataclysm.”

Even to put it in the worst-case scenario, if all humans beyond the stars were this malicious, our people would surely be enslaved, and perhaps someone is already watching our every move from the heavens.

and many more……

"No! I think I really feel like something strange and inexplicable is watching me. Belle, can you smell something? It smells so good!"

Through the window, Vokan suddenly noticed that the outside was crowded with people, and among them was a white-skinned, blond giant who was clearly not a local, seemingly selling something.

Watching the burly, dark-skinned man emerge from the house, Mordred grinned, expertly tossing the batter-coated chicken into the frying pan, and shouted:

"Hey...hey, you over there, black guy, come and have some fried chicken!"

(End of this chapter)