Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming

Chapter 121 Benefit Day

"This is amazing!"

Captain Harker stood on the salt flats and reached out to touch the newly installed side armor plate on the Bull.

It feels cool and smooth to the touch, without any burrs. After the refurbishment, the entire boat has a high-end, matte finish.

Then look at that re-polished ram; it's so sharp it can even cut through the air.

The engine nozzles were also thoroughly cleaned of carbon deposits, revealing the original color of the metal.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Huck circled his boat, making exclamation sounds repeatedly.

He has never received such treatment in his life!

Whether in Wandering Harbor or Foundry World, the oil guy will only solder a patch onto you and then coat it with a thick layer of holy oil.

They call it a necessary maintenance measure, but in reality it's just another way to cover up flaws!

Here, the people from Deep Space Industries simply cut away all the flaws on your ship and replaced them with better materials.

"How is it, Captain Harker?"

Bauer walked over with a data panel, his tone confident.

"All indicators have been tested. The power output is stable, the power index has increased by 1.5 times, and the structural strength has also increased by 35%."

""

Are you satisfied?

"Satisfied! Extremely satisfied!"

Huck slapped Bauer hard on the shoulder, almost knocking the data panel out of Bauer's hand.

"Your cooking skills are absolutely amazing!"

"From now on, I'll only have my ships repaired here!"

As Huck spoke, he glanced behind Bauer.

Apart from Gamma-9, which was directing workers to evacuate the equipment, I didn't see that familiar figure.

The big boss, dressed in a bright yellow robe, with six mysterious little balls floating behind him, spoke little but always hit the nail on the head.

"Um—where's your boss?"

Hack couldn't help but ask.

"Why didn't Andy come? I wanted to thank him in person!"

Whether or not you thank me is secondary.

The main reason was that Huck thought that person was very interesting.

In this expansion zone filled with madmen, fanatics, and serial killers, it's rare to encounter someone so calm, rational, and willing to sit down and discuss business with you.

Moreover, the technology that the other party possessed made Hack very envious.

He always felt that Andy had many secrets, and he wouldn't feel right if he didn't uncover them!

"The boss is busy."

Bauer didn't even look up, scribbling on the data board.

"As you can see, we just recruited a large number of people here and opened a new mining site. The boss needs to oversee everything from home and doesn't have time to go out."

"oh----"

Huck clicked his tongue in disappointment.

That last meeting might have been the only one on this trip.

I should have chatted a bit more back then, even if it was just awkward small talk!

Huck sighed, took out his old calendar from his pocket, which he had used for several years, and prepared to check the date and calculate the return time.

He turned on the screen.

The date displayed above is: Coronus calendar, week 4, day 3.

Hack's pupils contracted slightly for a moment.

and many more.

Day 3?

A sudden flash of insight struck him.

About a few years ago, when he was young and just started working on this route, a senior colleague told him this.

On the chaotic planet of Zais, warlords fought each other and killed indiscriminately.

But in the largest trading hub—the Kolumbik mega-ruins—there was an unwritten rule.

The 3rd day of each month is "Receiving Benefits Day".

On this day, in order to promote trade and attract foreign investment, and also to encourage scavengers who usually hide in corners to come out and trade.

The Kolumbek Management Committee will order a 50% reduction in all transaction taxes, a complete waiver of entry fees, and a strict ban on violence within the market area.

This day in Kolumbik is the busiest, most well-stocked, and cheapest time in all of Zais!

Huck slapped his thigh suddenly.

"Oh dear! How could I have forgotten about that!"

Besides repairing his ship, he also wanted to pick up some goods while he was in Zais.

The ship is now repaired, and we still have a large sum of money that Andy gave us for the goods.

Although it was a barter system, those crossbow bolts were worth money on the black market.

It would be a disservice to the Emperor's grace not to go to Kolumbik!

and----

Huck remembered Andy's previous request.

Refined gold.

Andy has an almost obsessive craving for adamantite.

Harker recalled that two or three years ago when he was in Kolumbik, he personally witnessed a warlord auctioning off a batch of fine gold armor plates salvaged from a crashed frigate, weighing a full five hundred tons!

The goods failed to sell at auction because the price was too high and the warlord demanded payment in the form of heavy weapons.

If that batch of goods were still available—

Huck immediately turned around and grabbed Bauer, who was about to leave.

"Hey bro! Wait a minute!"

"What's wrong?" Bauer asked warily. "Trying to renege on your debt?"

"What are you trying to renege on! I've already paid!"

Huck leaned closer to Bauer, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously, "I have a big deal I'd like to discuss with your boss."

"Today is Zais's 'harvest day,' Kolumbik has some good stuff."

"I remember your boss is really short of refined gold, right?"

When Bauer heard the words "refined gold," his eyes lit up.

As the head of the engineering department, he's been hearing Andy talk about this stuff every day lately, and he's sick of it.

"Wait here, I'll contact the boss right away."

Half an hour later.

Andy's instructions came back.

agree.

I not only agree, I strongly support it!

Andy is currently desperately short of materials, and upon hearing the news of 0 tons of refined gold, he wishes he could go there himself.

But he really can't leave.

The family business has expanded too much, and the thief who's been locked in the cold storage has recently been showing some fluctuations in vital signs, so he has to keep an eye on him.

Therefore, Andy dispatched his top henchman in the business world—Sisyphus.

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They also provided the purchasing team with a luxurious security detail.

Fifty heavily armed guards wearing T-9000 heavy exoskeletons and carrying CBS-12 high-explosive crossbows.

This firepower is enough to fight a small battle.

"I want to go too! I want to go too!"

Just as the group was assembling, a person covered in grease emerged from the crowd.

Reagan.

This former captain of the "Scavenger" is now the head of the sixth engineering department of Deep Space Industries.

He's been having a very fulfilling few days, spending all his time in the workshop repairing and modifying cars, completely absorbed in his work.

It wasn't until he heard that Hack was going to Kolumbik that he suddenly slapped his forehead and remembered that today was the day to receive benefits.

"My um—I have a few old friends who have stalls in Kolumbik."

Reagan rubbed his hands together, looking expectantly at Sisyphus, who was in charge of leading the team.

"They have some blueprints and some strange condensate. I want to go see if I can retrieve it."

"Didn't the boss keep saying he wanted to expand the sample database of the Alien Technology Analysis Station?"

Sisyphus glanced at the instructions Andy had sent.

There was no restriction on employees leaving the premises.

Moreover, as a native, Reagan was certainly more familiar with Columbine than they were.

"Okay, I'll take you with me."

Sisyphus nodded, then pointed to a heavy shuttle with a dark gray paint job next to him.

"But there are rules."

"Everyone, including Captain Harker, must take our shuttle over there."

"You can't drive your own cars, and you definitely can't drive the Bull."

Huck listened from the side, looking somewhat displeased.

"Why? My Bull tank just got repaired, I want to go show it off a bit—"

"Because that's the rule in the deep space industry."

Sisyphus adjusted his glasses, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Andy said, 'Don't flaunt your wealth.' The Bulls are too conspicuous and could easily attract trouble."

"Furthermore, our shuttle is equipped with special communication devices, allowing the boss to remotely control it at any time."

Huck pursed his lips, a little sad that he couldn't show off his new ship, but he was a smart man.

It's unwise to argue with your own mother at this time.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."

Hack waved his hand, signaling his first mates to follow.

"Anyway, as long as I can buy things, it doesn't matter where I go."

The shuttle took off.

The cabin is spacious, and even with 60 or 70 people on board, it doesn't feel crowded.

Sisyphus and Huck sat together.

One of them was a Breaking Bad master from the Underworld, and the other was a wandering merchant who roamed the stars.

Despite their different backgrounds, they are essentially businessmen, the kind of people who would sell their souls to the devil for profit.

There is a great deal of common ground.

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"Hey old Sisyphus," Huck handed Sisyphus a cigar, "just who's Andy, anyway?"

"In all my years of traveling around the country, I have never met such a special person."

"His techniques don't seem to come from our empire at all."

Sisyphus took the cigar and smelled it.

"Don't ask, I just don't know."

Sisyphus smiled slyly.

"In deep space industry, there are some things you don't need to know."

"All you need to know is that following Andy will bring you benefits, that's enough."

Huck chuckled and didn't press the matter further, but he became even more curious about the mysterious Andy.

The shuttle sped across the wasteland.

Two hours later.

A huge shadow appeared on the horizon.

The Kolumbek mega-ruins zone.

This place is too big.

Although Horisonburg is large enough, it is like a small county town compared to a mega-metropolis!

Countless collapsed skyscrapers were piled up together, forming a continuous mountain range of steel.

Although the massive alloy dome is damaged, it still covers an area several thousand kilometers wide.

Beneath the shadow of the dome, countless lights flickered, and countless spaceships took off and landed.

This is the most prosperous, peaceful, and also the most sinful place on the wasteland planet of Zais.

The shuttle began to decelerate and descended towards the entrance.

At the entrance is a mobile watchtower with several twin-mounted anti-aircraft guns mounted on it.

"Stop! Submit for inspection!"

The loudspeaker on the watchtower broadcasted a message.

Sisyphus had already prepared the passes and the gold coins for bribes.

Just as the shuttle hovered in front of the watchtower, waiting for clearance.

Huck leaned closer to the window and glanced outside.

Upon seeing this, his brows furrowed.

"Wait, something's not right."

Hack pointed to the flag at the top of the watchtower.

"I remember the last time I came here, there was a red flag with the words 'King of Ancient Terra' hanging here."

"Why has it changed now?"

A yellow and black flag now flies atop the watchtower.

The flag's design features a shattered sun, with black cracks tearing the yellow sun apart, creating a look that is both grotesque and strangely beautiful.

"yellow?"

Huck stroked his chin, wondering to himself.

The Deep Space Industries flag is yellow and blue, this one is yellow and black.

"What's going on? Is yellow a popular color trend in Zais lately?"

"Is this the trending color released by the God Emperor this year?"

'

Sisyphus silently thought, "That's a bit blasphemous of you—"

While Hack was still pondering the aesthetics of color matching.

Reagan, sitting in the back, suddenly let out a strange scream, like a chicken being choked.

"Well--!!"

Huck turned around and saw Reagan slumped in his chair, his face as white as a sheet, his teeth chattering violently.

"What's wrong? Did you have a stroke?" Hack asked.

"Flag—Flag—"

Reagan's hand trembled as he pointed to the yellow and black flag outside the window.

"That's—that's the flag of the 'Twilight'!"

"The tattered Rising Sun Flag!"

"Aiqi—that scheming woman—she—she won!"

Reagan's voice was filled with fear.

"The Western Front is over!"

"The 'Twilight' has defeated the squadron of 'Odin Fortress'!"

"She—she swallowed up Kolumbek!"

Huck and Sisyphus exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of seriousness in each other's eyes.

Odin Fortress, the strongest overlord of Zais.

While the "Twilight" was also a major warlord, it was likely much smaller in scale.

She actually won? And even took down that lucrative Kolumbek?

"This is getting interesting."

Hack muttered to himself.

"It seems the situation here is even more chaotic than I imagined."

Reagan was practically huddled under his seat.

In order to escape, he hid from the "Twilight" and the "Fuck Your Grandma" and ran away to Horisonburg all by himself.

Now we're on someone else's turf—

If they recognize this —

"It's over, it's over—I'm definitely going to die this time—"

Reagan was wailing in his heart!

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