Shipping goods from the game to the World of Warhammer

Insect-infested fertilizer is indeed different.

In the information panel provided by the system this time, nearly 40% of the parsnip has been marked with the Silver Star logo, and even 10% of the products have reached the Gold Star quality.

Rhodes selected a batch of silver and gold parsnip and sent them to the Lancaster family so they could test the taste of the crop. The Lancaster family did not delay and immediately held a social banquet at their home.

Silver Star quality parsnip has already won the favor of the nobles, while Gold Star parsnip is even more sought after. After tasting it, many nobles have been subtly inquiring about the origin of this batch of food from Juniper, but Juniper just smiled and made up an excuse to brush it off.

"These are my thoughts." After reporting the results of the banquet to Rhodes, Juniper took her leave of the governor's mansion.

Rod reached out and turned on his communicator. Now that most of the crop production problem had been solved, the next step was to consider sales.

"Aliya, is the Christina ready to depart now?"

The chief steward's spirited voice came through the communicator: "Of course, the state priests confirmed Esperan's situation a week ago. The planet is no longer affected by heresy. We can depart at any time if you wish."

"Take a batch of the trial-grown samples and get ready to go."

After escaping back to the flagship from Esperan last time, he hurriedly returned to the surface in order to quell the rebellion.

Now that he was back in his seat on his flagship, Rhodes finally had time to properly explore this mobile palace of the merchant ronin.

The cruiser is 6500 meters long and carries nearly 60000 crew members. The ship's systems are divided into several parts, each managed by different people.

Ship replenishment and procurement are generally handled by senior advisors; communications are handled by sonic array masters; fire safety issues are generally handled by fire control masters; and the helmsman is responsible for avoiding small meteorites...

Rhodes only now realized that the naval commander in charge of crew safety and armed forces was titled Master of Discipline.

However, these are the responsibilities of those masters themselves. They only need to control the most important direction and plan, such as setting the destination as Blackwing Harbor, which is tens of light-years away.

The Terran Empire did not possess the technology for faster-than-light engines. In fact, by the 40k era, this golden age technology had long since perished in the Iron Man Rebellion. The only remaining method for the Empire to traverse such vast interstellar distances was warp travel.

Before his journey, Rhodes liked to call it the Ganges River rafting, and it still seems to be so now.

"Geller force field generated, output power adjusted." A transparent force field membrane covered the hull of the Christina, a necessary step before embarking on subspace travel.

It's called a force field, but in reality, it uses the dreams of the bound psionic beings in the psionic pod to create an interference that cancels out the subspace region, allowing the entire spaceship to be enveloped by the laws of the real universe, rather than by the monsters and demons of the subspace.

"Subspace engines activated." With a spatial distortion, the massive hull of the Christina disappeared above the planet Esperan.

As soon as Rhodes entered the warp, he felt the entire ship tremble. The invisible forces of the warp spontaneously compressed the Geller force field outside the ship, trying to burst this bubble of the real universe.

"Ugh!" Rhodes covered his mouth with his hand, forcibly suppressing the urge to vomit. The moment the ship rushed into the subspace tunnel, he felt as if his internal organs were completely displaced for a moment, and then returned to normal in an instant.

Even if the Geller field is functioning perfectly, subspace energy will still seep in through the gaps. Unfortunately, my body seems to be naturally more sensitive to subspace energy.

"Aliya, I'll be leaving for a bit." Rhodes felt like he was sitting in a completely enclosed car, filled with the smell of cheap leather and gasoline, and the car was making crazy turns and sudden stops. If he stayed here any longer, he figured he would really throw up in front of all the senior crew members on the bridge.

The original Rhodes of this world seemed to have the same problem, so every time he traveled through the warp, he would go to a certain spot on the ship to rest.

That place was a place only those of the bloodline of wandering merchants could enter—the penal hall of the Christina.

Rhodes practically had to lean against the wall to get to the front hall of the inquest hall, where a servant sentinel stood in front of the locked door, with a Thinker connected to his back.

Although he really wanted to complain that he always had to donate blood to use the Thinker's advanced privileges, Rhodes still obediently placed his finger on the Thinker's spikes. After a sharp pain, the Thinker's screen kept flashing and finally lit up with a green light on the dial.

"A descendant of the Vandrick dynasty has been detected. The front door of the inquest hall has been opened."

Rod rushed in without looking back. As soon as he crossed the dividing line at the gate, the discomfort in his body immediately disappeared without a trace, and the stuffy, rotten smell in the air gradually dissipated.

After taking a few deep breaths and sensing the wonder of the room, Rhodes began to wander around the inner hall of the inquest hall. Since going out would only bring him suffering anyway, he might as well stay inside a little longer.

The Imperials must have placed professional anti-chaos and anti-psychic inscriptions here. With those energy conduits and the double-headed eagle symbol, Rhodes guessed that besides the state priests, there were probably also inquisitors and technical priests involved.

A huge parchment, several meters wide and several stories high, was fixed inside an instrument in the center of the inner hall, with countless burning candles in front of it, piquing Rhodes' curiosity.

Having transmigrated to this world, he had never seen what this sacred document, which laid the foundation for his family, actually looked like. He leaned close to the huge parchment and began to read its contents word by word:

"I reiterate that, based on my will and the true contents of this document, I appoint this person as the holder of the trade warrant, and entrust this person with my dynasty and great mission..."

"To be a role model for humanity, to never yield to adversity, to forge a path through darkness, to unite as one, and to reclaim lost glory..."

"Break free from endless nightmares, take control of the reins of destiny, tread the thorny path, endure hardship and reap the rewards, and achieve great things."

But when Rhodes saw the signatory of the trade warrant and the drop of blood on it, he couldn't help but want to resurrect the previous Vandrick merchant ronin and then ask them questions one by one:

"How did you manage to bring down this merchant ronin dynasty?"

To put it bluntly, if he hadn't traveled through time, the Vandreich dynasty would have collapsed. If this had been presented to the Empire, the state church, the inquisition, and the Ministry of Justice would have lost face!