Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 100 Eagle Crystal (Praise to the Lord of All Changes)

"Is everything packed?" Zhou Yun asked Tita.

Tita loaded the last bag of clothes onto the truck and nodded to Zhou Yun.

In the villa gifted by Marcus Guilliman, everything that belonged to Zhou Yun had been moved out, as if Zhou Yun and Tita had never been there.

"What are your plans next?"

Lucretius, who was helping Zhou Yun and the others move, leaned against the car window and asked, "You and Lord Connor have fallen out. I guess the nobles won't dare to hire you as a tutor anymore."

"The College of Arts and Sciences... I guess that's going to be difficult too. I wonder if the school will give an old man like me a break."

"How about you help me with archaeological work?"

Upon hearing that Zhou Yunlian couldn't return to the College of Arts and Sciences, Tita couldn't help but clench her hands, her face turning bright red.

"It was clearly their fault. They concealed the child's information, which led to my uncle being assassinated as well."

"That brat used his uncle as a shield, he was the one who protected him... and just because he's unhappy with them, he kicked his uncle away!"

Hearing Tita's words, Lucretius shook his head slightly.

Zhou Yun told Tita that he could have escaped when he was assassinated, but the child tripped him and used him as a shield. He was dissatisfied and went to Connor's mansion to demand an explanation, but was kicked out and fired.

However, Lucretius learned through his own channels that the child had indeed betrayed Zhou Yun, preventing him from escaping. To save his life, Zhou Yun apparently paid a heavy price to cast a spell, killing the cultists. Then... in a fit of rage, Zhou Yun planned to kill the child directly and hand him over to the assassin.

As it turned out, it was discovered by the guards at Marcus Guilliman's house.

As a result, Zhou Yun was naturally no longer able to be that child's teacher.

However, since it was Zhou Yun who ultimately saved the child, Lord Connor did not pursue the matter further.

"Actually, Mr. Connor didn't mean to humiliate you. Isn't the house still in your name?"

Lucretius said with a hint of helplessness, "There's no need to make things so tense. After all, he's the governor. Even if he doesn't retaliate, there are plenty of people in Macragge who would want to kick you while you're down to curry favor with him."

Zhou Yun shook his head. "I still have some backbone."

"Yes, we won't give in! So what if he's the governor! Uncle isn't short of money!" Tita nodded vigorously in agreement.

"Alright, alright, you two millionaires." Looking at the stubborn uncle and nephew, Lucretius couldn't help but sigh. "So that's why you seemed so distracted that night."

"Since things have come to this, I won't try to persuade you anymore. Get in the car. Until you find a new place, you can stay at my place for now."

"Thank you so much." Tita bowed slightly to Lucretius in thanks.

"Have your uncle translate the clay tablet for me as a thank you! So when exactly did you become so proficient in cuneiform translation?"

Lucretius gestured for Tita to sit in the back of the truck, and then let Zhou Yun sit in the passenger seat.

"I've been studying lately too!" Zhou Yun leaned back in his chair and turned to look at the elder beside him.

Lucretius wore a cross around his neck, which was imbued with spiritual energy belonging to Zhou Yun and derived from his faith.

This was Zhou Yun's way of compensating Lucretius for the blessing he bestowed with his own spiritual energy from his faith after the Blood Raven incident in Lucretius's office.

Lucretius was also a psionicist, and he must have realized the power of the cross when he saw it, so he put it on.

"Looks like you, kid, probably discovered this technique from the era of the Wizarding King while deciphering some clay tablets, just like I did back then?"

"You actually kept it from me and didn't tell me, otherwise I could have given you some guidance."

"Not only will you not let me guide you, but you've also taken all the eagle heads I've collected!"

Lucretius was referring to the crystal eagle heads he kept in his office. Although they were indeed artifacts from the time of the Wizarding King, they were unearthed in large quantities and were all covered in cracks, so they weren't worth much money.

It is said that among the barbarians of Illyria, there is still a crystal eagle head without any cracks, which is priceless.

Looking at Lucretius's confident face, Zhou Yun couldn't help but shake his head, rubbing his forehead.

Judging from Lucretius's level of psychic power... if this were a psychic academy ten thousand years in the future, this level would be enough to get his head smashed by a teaching assistant's hammer.

However, out of caution, Zhou Yun still asked, "What are your thoughts on warp space?"

"Warspace?" Lucretius gave Zhou Yun a strange look, as if he didn't know why Zhou Yun was asking such a question.

"Isn't this the place where people used to travel faster than light in the past? Why are you suddenly asking about this?"

".....Huh?" Zhou Yun seemed to realize something as he listened to Lucretius's words.

"You...where do you think you got your psychic powers?"

"Psionic energy? You mean spirituality?" Lucretius tilted his head slightly. "Isn't it transmitted down from the Spirit Realm through the Astral Dimension? What does it have to do with the subspace used for faster-than-light travel?"

"Well... never mind, just keep using your mystical theories." Zhou Yun covered his head, speechless for a moment.

He discovered that the so-called "wizards" in Macurag were more monstrous than he had imagined.

These mongrels had not established a stable channel between the warp and themselves. They relied entirely on their innate ability to use psionic energy. In addition, with the thick veil of Macragge, their perception of the warp was even vague, and they were completely unaware of where their psionic energy came from.

Zhou Yun recalled that Lucretius had apparently written a bunch of rambling, nonsensical papers, discussing things like the spiritual world and the astral realm.

The seven chakras, the seven auras around a person, and the human aura are all pseudoscience.

Zhou Yun did not intend to correct Lucretius.

The subspace is a dimension of belief. Lucretius's bizarre and unsettling ideas, though crude, are actually safer than knowing the truth.

"Okay, we're home."

Lucretius stopped the car, pointed to his mansion, and said, "You all go in first. I have to go to the Catholic church tonight; some old guys want me to hold a meeting."

The Catholic church... Zhou Yun's eyes flickered slightly. He guessed that it might be related to the Broken Lighthouse Temple and the Flying Spaghetti Monster Cult, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he turned his head and looked at Tita, who was sitting among the large and small bags.

"Perfect timing, I also have some things to take care of these next few days... Tita, I might not be going home for the next few days."

He was going to visit the Slaanesh followers.

After saying goodbye to himself, Capio sat in his office, waiting for the antique dealer who had made an appointment to meet him to arrive.

That antique dealer had quite a few connections in Illyria and could acquire some interesting artifacts passed down among the Illyrian barbarians.

This time, he claimed that he had acquired a rare treasure passed down from the time of the Wizard King, a rare item that had never appeared in the city of Macurag, and he insisted on showing it to Jalan for appraisal.

"Your Excellency Jia Lan!" The antique dealer, with a fawning expression and a box tucked under his arm, pushed open the door and entered. The dealer sat opposite Jia Lan and greeted him repeatedly.

He placed the box on the table.

"You said you obtained a rare artifact from the era of the King of Wizardry?" Jialan asked, glancing at the box on the table.

"Of course, my lord, it was entirely by chance, by your good fortune," the merchant said respectfully, clearly aware that Jalan was proud of his luck.

"You are aware of the assassination attempt on the young master of Lord Connor's family, are you?" the merchant inquired.

Jia Lan raised an eyebrow, her expression asking the merchant what the connection was between this antique and that.

"The assassins had two female accomplices outside the city who were originally there to meet them."

"After the assassination attempt failed, the two female Illidans wanted to escape back to Illidum and desperately needed money. They came to me. You know, people like us who deal in antiques inevitably have some connections with Illidum."

"The two women initially brought out some insignificant items, but I noticed the pendant around one of the women's necks. She was reluctant to sell it, but I ended up paying a huge sum to get it for her."

"An accomplice of the assassin." Jia Lan's brows furrowed even more.

"Don't worry, sir. After finishing the business, I immediately reported them to the city guard. Unfortunately, the city guard was incompetent and only caught one of them. The one who sold me the pendant got away," the merchant hurriedly explained to Jia Lan, waving his hand.

"Is this the pendant in this box?" Jia Lan asked, glancing at the box again. "What is it that makes you so mysterious?"

"My lord, you should know about those crystal eagle heads from the time of the Wizard King, right?" the merchant asked, still trying to sound mysterious.

Jia Lan frowned. Of course he knew that it was an entry-level collectible among the relics from the era of the King of Wizardry.

Eagle worship was very popular in Macragge during the reign of the Wizarding King, and a large number of crystal eagle heads were made. They were buried after the end of the Wizarding King's reign and were later unearthed by archaeologists and antique dealers.

However, all of those crystal eagle-head statues are now covered in cracks, without exception. People say that this is a symbol of the eagle god losing its power in Macragge.

"Could it be?"

Jia Lan took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the wooden box. He suddenly realized what might be inside.

Seeing that the desired effect had been achieved, the antique dealer's smile widened. He reached out and pushed the wooden box in front of Jia Lan, then slowly opened it.

The light in the room shone on the items in the wooden box, and the brilliant light was refracted out, reflecting off Jia Lan's face.

So beautiful... Jia Lan couldn't help but show an expression of infatuation.

He looked into the box.

Inside the box, on a blue cushion, lay a crystal pendant carved into the shape of an eagle's head. It was crystal clear, without any flaws or cracks, and light flowed across it, like ever-changing flames dancing.