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The Adalin are nicknamed "bean sprouts" by Rhodes.

This ancient race once formed an alliance with the Old Ones, a race that had reached the pinnacle of psionic power and technology. After the War of Heaven, the Old Ones perished in the galaxy, while the Eldar, with the help of the technological and psionic legacy left behind by the Old Ones, as well as the network that reached every star system, grew their empire ever stronger.

They are more slender and taller than humans, faster, and have a longer lifespan, averaging over two thousand years. Prophets with powerful spiritual abilities can live even longer.

Of course, their most distinctive feature is their powerful ability to perceive emotions, and it is precisely this ability that accelerated the series of disasters that followed.

By then, the Eldar Empire had developed to the point where labor and work were almost unnecessary. As a result, these aliens began to devote themselves to their curiosity and desires. Countless amplified satisfactions, pains, and pleasures gradually gathered in the Warp, eventually forming a huge emotional fusion.

Until a psionic shriek ripped through the warp, instantly shredding and draining ninety percent of the Eldar's souls, and tearing open the veil between their home and emotional universe.

Slaanesh awakened, the Eye of Terror was born, and the remaining Eldar were either trapped in their homeworld, the Old Woman's World, or luckily escaped and hid elsewhere.

The escaping Eldar split into two major branches and countless minor branches.

If the spaceship discovered by the scavengers nearby does indeed belong to the Eldar, Rhodes urgently needs to know which faction it belongs to.

Bean sprouts come in black and white!

White Sprout, an Eldar from the Ark, resides in the Eldar Ark World, a former large merchant ship of the Eldar Empire that is now a mobile refuge.

Although they have bad tempers, look down on humans, and have done things including but not limited to the following:

Lure the Terran Hive fleet toward Imperial territory to protect the Ark worlds along the Hive's path.

In order to prevent the Eldar prophet from foreseeing a terrible future, they launched an attack ahead of time, which inadvertently led to the fulfillment of the prophecy.

However, compared to the Dark Eldar, another branch of the Eldar, also known as Black Sprouts, the Ark Eldar are at least somewhat human. At least they don't attack Imperial territories without reason; at most, they seek revenge for their fellow Eldar or reclaim various ancient artifacts.

The Dark Eldar are complete sadists.

If Rhodes sees the Eldar from the Ark and there is no hostility from them, he might simply leave them alone and pretend they never met.

If you encounter the Dark Eldar...

Purify! It must be purified! Kill all those who can be killed, and hand over those who are lucky enough to still be alive to the court!

Even in Gomor, the Eldar city hidden within the Web of the Abyss, their souls, torn open by the Slaanesh, continued to drain away, and they had to absorb the intense pain of other beings to avoid withering away.

The sole purpose of the Dark Eldar appearing within the Empire was to abduct humans as spoils of war, invite them back to Gamor, treat these guests with utmost hospitality, and prolong their suffering as much as possible.

Regardless, Rhodes dared not gamble—whether the intelligence was a hallucination of those space scavengers, or whether the Eldar would not go to Esperan.

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Rhodes boarded the shuttle back to the Christina, accompanied by Marines, Reapers, and Medics, with Lillier following behind him.

The "Quick Tongue" of Blackwing Harbor originally disdained to accept the employment of a young master from a planetary noble family. In her view, settling on a planet and then living a life of idleness and waiting to die in the same old place was a complete waste of life.

When the other party casually pulled out another 500,000 credits and told her that her future work would most likely take place in many different star systems and on different planets, Liriel immediately nodded without any backbone.

"Deal, boss! From now on, your standards will be my principles!"

Along the way, seeing the ship's passageways wider than buildings, the high-ranking law enforcement officers patrolling with weapons, and countless servo skulls and modified mechs, Liriel was still marveling at Rhodes's wealth and connections, that he was able to contact a flagship under the name of a traveling merchant, which was completely different from the ship tickets she could usually get.

Until the next cabin door opened, Lillie imagined that the interior would be magnificent, with lit incense burners and VIP cabins with catering servants.

Then she saw the busy bridge officers, the servants monitoring the data, the huge gears running on both sides of the suspension bridge, and the seat at the very top with a golden skull and double-headed eagle emblem.

"here it is?"

Lillie asked, but she already had a bad feeling that something terrible was about to happen.

Rhodes then continued forward and sat down confidently in the most central position.

Liriel could easily guess that the wealthy young nobleman she had swindled in Blackwing Harbor was actually the owner of this dual-purpose military and commercial merchant flagship, the noble lord captain, the merchant ronin.

With the God Emperor above, who exactly did I mistake for a fat sheep?

Of course, some crew members on the bridge did not really approve of Lillie's joining the fleet.

"Excuse my bluntness, Lord Captain, given your status, is it really alright for you to associate with someone who looks like... someone from the lower decks?"

Out of his duty and work experience, the Master of Discipline kindly offered his advice, but Rhodes also had his own thoughts.

"Master of Discipline, you don't need to worry about me. I know how to handle my own affairs."

This trip to Blackwing Harbor also exposed a problem: he is really short of all kinds of manpower.

Aria can help him handle nobles and all sorts of political procedures, but if he wants to deal with local bigwigs like Axel, he needs some people who have worked their way up from the bottom, are good at intelligence gathering, and can give him more leverage, even if those leverages aren't exactly honorable.

On the journey of a wandering merchant, one will always encounter all sorts of people.

Some people harbor ulterior motives and must be decisively eliminated.

Some people are loyal but foolish; they can only be trusted, not entrusted with great responsibilities.

Some people are a double-edged sword; how they are used depends entirely on the merchant-ronin themselves. Liriel belongs to this last category.

Everything is ready; now all that's needed is to return to Esperan and prepare for what's to come.

However, before Rhodes could issue the order to return, the Sound Array Master reported that the Christina had received a message from Planet Governor Lope: an emergency had occurred on Esperan.

This time there was no rebellion among the lower-class laborers, but chaotic demons began to appear on the planet's surface, and signs of alien existence were also discovered in some areas.

As if on cue, Rod felt like most of the laborers tied to the foundry world's assembly line by the oil makers, working at least 16 hours a day, with work coming round after round.