Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 134 The Remains of Simonetta

"No, I didn't, teacher, I'm very serious," Zhou Yun said to Robert Guilliman, trying his best to keep a straight face.

Robert took the short sword from Zhou Yun's hand. The short sword gleamed in the sunlight streaming through the window of Robert's room. The pattern that had once served as a poison barb was faintly visible on the blade, which was about five fingers wide, and diffused the sunlight into a dazzling array of colors, as if it were soaked in some kind of poisonous liquid.

Tiberius, sitting to the side, couldn't help but whistle, marveling at the sword's exquisite beauty.

If the Axe of Benevolence and the Axe of Righteousness in Angron's hands are the embodiment of brutal violence in the human world, then the Ruthless Sword in Robert's hands is the manifestation of cold skill.

Robert gripped the sword and lightly sliced ​​it through the air. The airflow cut through the tiny grooves on the blade, producing a hissing sound like a rattlesnake, sending chills down one's spine and raising goosebumps.

“‘Ruthless,’ I know that word. In the ancient languages ​​of Terra’s East, it means ‘without emotion.’” As he spoke, Robert felt the balance between the sword and his hand, tried a few thrusting motions, and then nodded in satisfaction. “A fine sword, a rare find.”

"It's truly beautiful and dangerous; it gives me goosebumps." Tiberius exclaimed repeatedly from the side, the dazzling light reflected from the merciless sword illuminating his face and concealing the envy in his eyes.

It wasn't really envy of the sword... Tiberius smiled bitterly to himself. What man doesn't yearn to be a warrior, wielding a sword, riding a steed, and galloping across the battlefield?

"The sword is a fine sword, but more importantly, it's meant to be with you."

"What's a short sword to you is a two-handed greatsword to me."

Tiberius quickly responded in a joking tone to cover up his emotions.

"Tiberius," Zhou Yun said to Tiberius, "I've also prepared a gift for you."

"...Teacher, you're not really going to let the dwarf wield a two-handed greatsword, are you?" Tiberius paused for a moment, then continued in his joking tone.

But what Zhou Yun handed over was a dagger, a dagger that gleamed with a cold, silvery light.

It was made from the leg of a saw dragon killed by a scorpion beast. Unlike the Axe of Benevolence, the Axe of Righteousness, and the Sword of Ruthlessness, this dagger was not made with Vulcan's involvement. It was forged by Zhou Yun on his own when he was testing the forging skills he had learned.

It has no internal power system; it is simply sharp and hard, but it can still be considered a good weapon.

Tiberius stared wide-eyed at the dagger Zhou Yun handed him, speechless for a moment.

Regardless, Tiberius was his student just like Robert, and Zhou Yun felt that he should at least consider his feelings and not show too much discrimination.

"Oh... my teacher." Tiberius gripped the dagger's hilt tightly, his voice suddenly turning serious, "To be honest, I'd be willing to die for you."

"...That's too much!" Zhou Yun couldn't help but laugh at Tippi's serious tone. "It's just a decent dagger, which I forged myself while honing my skills."

Tiberius didn't speak, but just stared at the dagger in his hand, and then...

"This is the second gift I've received since they discovered I'm a dwarf," Tiberius grinned. "The first was Quintas's 'Complete Guide to the Dwarf Circus.'"

Just then, Robert looked at Tiberius, whose eyes flickered as if he had thought of something. "I'll give you the third thing."

As he spoke, Robert stood up and took a leather sword belt from a drawer in the corner of the room.

"This is the sword belt I used to hang my training sword when I was younger. It was made from the hide of a wild deer that my father and I hunted together. It's no longer suitable for my size, nor for hanging the Merciless Sword."

"But it would be quite suitable for hanging daggers."

Tiberius grasped the sword strap Robert offered him. "Brother, I'm willing to die for you too."

Even Robert was amused by Tiberius's words.

"The teacher is right, you're exaggerating," Robert said, shaking his head. "It's just a sword belt."

"What does it matter? I'm just a dwarf too," Tippi said with a grin, hanging his sword belt at his waist.

Hanging the dagger Zhou Yun had given me, I thought, "My God, I almost thought I was a hobbit."

Robert's room erupted in laughter once again.

"Alright, let me check your learning progress." Zhou Yun clapped his hands to signal that we were getting down to business.

"Now, I can use 'Object Transfer' to teleport palm-sized objects to any location within this mansion, and the processing time is practically negligible."

Robert sighed and said to Zhou Yun, "If we expand the scope to the city of Macurag, it will take me three or four seconds to complete the calculation. If we expand it to the entire city of Macurag, it will take me several minutes."

In Zhou Yun's opinion, Robert had already mastered the skill very quickly.

This is, after all, a psionic technique from the Emperor. Born from the Emperor's extraordinary mind, couldn't such a useful mind create more useful psionic techniques instead of using it to memorize Miss Black Sprout's contact information?

Zhou Yun complained inwardly, then turned his gaze to Tiberius.

Tiberius could only manage a wry smile; compared to Robert, his progress was nothing short of comical.

"I think I've mastered some kind of weird luck; lately, I've been able to guess the correct answer six or seven times out of ten when flipping a coin... It can't just be because I'm naturally lucky, right?"

Zhou Yun used his precognitive psychic powers to check, and indeed Tiberius had a slight aura of good fortune surrounding him; he had indeed mastered some techniques for obtaining strange good fortune.

"When I call on animals, the ants will listen to me, but only two or three at most. Any more than that and they won't listen to me."

"Uh, floating, sometimes I wonder if I just jumped up, or actually floated."

As Tiberius spoke, he couldn't help but scratch his head. "I've figured out the formula for calculating the coordinates between the subspace and the material universe, but it takes me ages to calculate within a few meters, and even if I do figure it out... I can't actually use it."

Zhou Yun sighed. Tiberius was considered very intelligent among ordinary people, but his psychic talent was lacking, only at the level of 6A.

In worlds like Prospero and Nuseria, where the veil is thinner, it would be possible to perform some minor psionic techniques normally.

But the veil of Macurag was frighteningly thick. Zhou Yun estimated that a Level 4 N in Macurag was just a pure Muggle, while a Level 5 M was someone who could have precognitive dreams and had some outstanding intuition.

Tiberius's talent was only slightly better than that.

"In a few days I will teach you another psionic technique that can, to some extent, surpass the limits of your own talent," Zhou Yun said to Robert and Tiberius.

He was referring, of course, to the arts of the Earth Shaman. But to be honest, with such a thick veil over Makurag and not being very close to Nocturne, the power of the World Serpent that could be drawn upon must be quite limited. The arts they used mostly relied on their own spiritual energy.

Tiberius could not truly transcend the limitations of his own talent by relying on the skills of the earth shaman.

However, Zhou Yun did not stop teaching Tiberius this skill because of this.

Ultimately, most people in this world are not born with talent, and people do things because they have talent; they do things because they want to do them.

Zhou Yun's words seemed to ignite some hope in Tiberius, and a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes.

Just take one more step forward, even just one step...

Zhou Yun heard Tiberius's innermost thoughts. Tiberius placed his hopes on Zhou Yun, and those hopes transformed into a little faith, flowing into Zhou Yun's body.

The faith of the free people and gladiators of Nutheria, the faith of the Shattered Lighthouse Temple, and the faith of many people Zhou Yun knew all converged within him, flickering like a flame.

It's almost done... Zhou Yun's precognitive psychic abilities told him this.

The light from the lantern flickered in the sewer.

Beneath the city of Macurag, amidst the intricate pipe system, Tatius walked ahead of Zhou Yun, the elder's calves already half-submerged in the sewage.

"It's in the sewers?" Zhou Yun said, looking at Tatius in front of him. "I thought it would be some kind of secret tomb or temple, or at the very least a basement. Isn't a sewer a bit too shabby?"

Tatius listened to this, smiled bitterly, and then shook his head.

"There's nothing we can do about it."

Do you know what happened back then?

"Macrag has just been unified, and Simeneta, the only one who was on par with the War King, suddenly committed suicide at the gates of Macrag. His body was still entangled in a strange and dangerous curse. If you touch it for six minutes, you will die in extreme pain."

"Most of Simeneta's followers back then were poor people and freed slaves. They looked around Macurag, at the clean streets paved with marble, at the rich, nobles and generals, and didn't know who was a friend, who was an enemy, who was the mastermind, or who could be trusted."

"Macurag City ultimately doesn't belong to them; all they own is the sewers."

"So, Simonetta's original followers carried Simonetta's body on their backs, dying one after another, passing the baton until finally the slaves Simonetta had rescued from the gutter used their own lives to carry Simonetta's body back into the gutter."

Finally, Tatius paused, "And besides, don't you think it's safe here?"

"Have those followers of the newly awakened god even for a moment lowered their heads to study the actions of the poor and slaves of yesteryear?"

"If they had just looked around, they would have found this place long ago. Their pride, arrogance, and stupidity are the best protection this place has ever provided."

With that, Tatius pushed open the iron gate at the end of the sewer.

"Come, there are Simeneta's remains among them."

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