Shipping goods from the game to the World of Warhammer

Inside the Blackwing Harbor manager's office, Aria stood before the Blackwing Harbor dock manager, her hands slammed on the table:

"General Manager Axel, I recall that when you were negotiating with our senior advisor Barry, you didn't mention any recent factors that might cause our deal to be canceled."

"Don't worry, madam. I understand how you feel, but to be honest, pirate activity near the docks has been rampant lately, and trade throughout Blackwing Harbor has been greatly affected."

Axel, whose left eye had been replaced with an electronic eye, lightly adjusted the knob on the implant in his body with his finger and placed a batch of documents on "traces of pirate activity" on the table.

"In order to ensure the smooth operation of trade, the entire Blackwing Harbor had to increase the number of patrol ships and request additional assistance from the Imperial Navy. The extra expenses have forced me to reconsider our transactions."

Axel recounted his difficulties at length, as if it were an accident caused by an uncontrollable force, before he changed the subject.

"Of course, in addition to the original transaction tax, if you are willing to allocate an extra 30% of this shipment as an expense to ensure its safety, I should be able to mobilize enough manpower to ensure that your shipment arrives safely at the planet in need."

Neither Rhodes nor Aria spoke.

Anyone could see that the trading ships in Blackwing Harbor were bustling with people, and there were a large number of workers responsible for loading and unloading cargo. It didn't look like there were pirate ships running rampant at all.

The dock manager in front of him was just using the name of the pirate ship to try and squeeze some money out of him, a traveling merchant.

If it were the Vandreich dynasty in its heyday, the other party would never have dared to so blatantly profit from this. After all, even if Blackwing Harbor was completely unusable back then, the Vandreich dynasty could easily transport goods out with the escort of an entire fleet that served both military and commercial purposes.

Not to mention that other merchant ships would vie to help transport goods, hoping to establish a connection with the powerful and wealthy, even if that connection was as thin as a cicada's wing.

Now, it seems that Manager Axel is confident that he doesn't have suitable transportation methods or enough connections to transfer goods, which is why he dares to make such an exorbitant demand.

However, since the other party was an official of the empire, it was not appropriate for him to confront them directly.

"What a pity, Steward Axel." Rhodes glanced at the half-gray-haired man before him and said sarcastically without any politeness:

"I didn't expect Blackwing Harbor to be in such a predicament, that it would need Esperan's grain crops to fund the Imperial Navy's expenses. It seems that I was negligent."

"Thank you for your understanding. As you know, Esperan's crop production is now quite significant in the Vandrek Dynasty. The goods provided by such a high-quality planet are naturally sufficient to cover military expenses."

Axel also had a smile on his face, but the words he spoke sounded rather strange.

"Let's go, Aria." Rhodes knew that arguing with them here was pointless unless he could get something out of them, otherwise Steward Axel wouldn't budge.

"Goodbye, esteemed merchant-ronin. If you change your mind, you may come to me at any time." The dock manager's cheerful voice came from behind, and then the office door slammed shut.

"They're utterly disgusting Groxmon, daring to set their sights on these traveling merchants!" Aliya finally couldn't contain her anger any longer, completely forgetting the etiquette her family had taught her, and started cursing loudly.

Rhodes remained silent. He knew perfectly well that the reason Steward Axel was so arrogant was because he was certain that he had no way to deal with him.

Report to the Imperial Ministry of Justice? Putting aside the fact that most of the Ministry of Justice is busy dealing with cases related to heresy, even if he has connections to contact the Ministry of Justice of the Empire or the Omis Expansion District, the time it would take for this dock manager to make excuses.

Even if we take a step back and assume that Axel received a wrong report and thus misjudged the situation, in any case, we cannot find a breakthrough by simply relying on the other party's desire to profit from the port trade.

"Let's continue exploring Blackwing Harbor; there might still be a chance." After much deliberation, Rhodes decided to continue gathering intelligence in Blackwing Harbor.

Although it was frustrating, this was a concrete manifestation of the insufficient influence of his dynasty.

Meanwhile, in an abandoned warehouse in Blackwing Harbor.

"I saw it! I saw it!" The blindfolded old man, surrounded by the crowd in the middle of the ceremony, suddenly exclaimed.

They belong to a small branch of the many Chaos cults—the Mistsbox—and are focused on serving the Change Lord, Tzeentch, by opening more warp portals.

For a long time, this cult leader named Zain had been trying to gain the favor of the Lord of Change, but he had not had a suitable opportunity.

Zain had been learning and trying various forms of sorcery, or rather, warp arts, but the Lord of Change had never granted him any favors, and his own psychic power was simply too weak to drive even slightly complex rituals.

However, today, when his consciousness probed into the subspace, he unexpectedly discovered a bright shooting star beside him. Although the shining star disappeared in an instant, it still successfully attracted many creatures from the subspace.

More importantly, Zane could sense that the uncontrolled psionic fluctuations were coming from the lower levels of Blackwing Harbor.

With that psychic, and by utilizing his psychic power, he could definitely open a guiding door for the servants of the Lord of Change, allowing them to descend upon this port.

Zane's ultimate goal was to use the ritual to cause the psionic energy within the target to go out of control, ultimately creating a permanent miniature Eye of Terror in the port, causing the entire Blackwing Harbor to fall from the real universe into the warp.

Moreover, thanks to the fluctuations emitted by that psionicist, the demon summoning circle that he had been unable to activate before now lit up with a deep blue light.

One after another, lumps of flesh with human faces rolled out from the light of the summoning circle. Their shapeless bodies deformed at will, sometimes melting into a pink color, and then coalescing back in a few breaths.

"Giggle giggle!"

These little monsters leaped and twirled merrily in the warehouse, their disproportionately large mouths emitting wild laughter, and streams of warp magic that made up their bodies occasionally sprang from their fingertips and flew around them.

Those unsuspecting members of the Puzzlebox who were accidentally splashed by these warp flames were not in the same good mood as these pink monsters.

Blue subspace flames climbed directly onto their bodies. As they burned, those touched by the flames did not turn to ashes, but underwent various changes.

Some grew countless large mouths with sharp teeth, screaming and biting at themselves; some believers burst out with powerful energy, but were immediately melted into a pile of rotten flesh by this energy.

These servants of the Lord of Change, the living embodiment of warp magic, are also known by the Empire as the Fearful Ones.