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The man was wearing a dark red officer's uniform that was well-made and covered with intricate tactical straps, but was somewhat flamboyant in style.

He was also toying with a longsword equipped with a psionic amplification suppressor in his hand, the crystal on the hilt flickering slightly with his movements.

Upon seeing Theodora and Liliana, the man immediately stopped what he was doing.

The man's face broke into a flawless, radiant smile as he strode over—

Psionicists must ban Hammer Von Valancius.

This is the man's full name.

A title that seems...extremely bizarre in this universe.

In reality, he wasn't some kind of entertainer who traveled from another world.

He himself didn't know what the name really meant.

All he knew was that his parents had perished in a subspace tsunami long ago.

This name has always been with him.

Many elders in the family felt that the name was difficult to pronounce and lacked a sense of sacredness; some even considered it a desecration of the imperial script.

They had repeatedly and sternly advised him to change his name to a Gothic name that better suited the family's honor and traditions.

However, the Psykers have consistently refused to ban Reinhardt.

He always felt that the name given to him from birth contained some profound meaning about the course of his destiny.

He refused to make changes.

For decades, he has spared no expense in searching for renowned diviners and prophets in various hive worlds and nexus worlds, attempting to decipher the revelations hidden behind this name.

But no one could provide a reasonable explanation.

Everyone thought that his parents just came up with this name on a whim when they were high on drugs.

This has become a distinctive label for him as a member of a collateral branch of the family.

The psionicist, Bianban, walked up to the two men, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed deeply.

He adopted an extremely humble posture, completely lacking the arrogance expected of a nobleman's son.

"Greetings to you, my great grandmother."

The psionicist, who always bans Reinhardt, raised his head with a broad smile.

"The reason I came to Void Harbor this time is because of a previous astrological meditation."

"I received a faint revelation from the will of the God-Emperor, guiding me here to find an opportunity to solve a certain problem."

"I never expected to run into you and Liliana so soon after arriving here."

"Isn't this the best proof that good luck has come true?"

"It is the greatest honor of my trip to witness your magnificent presence here!"

Liliana listened to his tone.

She rolled her eyes without any attempt to hide it, then turned to the side, creating some distance between them.

Liliana has always harbored a deep dislike for her distant cousin.

Of course, Liliana's feelings weren't just about disliking him.

She despised any of her collateral relatives who might pose a threat to her or compete for power within the family.

The heir to a dynasty of wandering merchants and ronin could not possibly possess a gentle, kind, respectful, frugal, and modest mindset.

They are all mortal enemies!

What's more, this guy always pretends to be a ghost with such a... outrageous name.

Aside from scheming and attending banquets, he has absolutely no achievements to prove his worth!

He's obviously an opportunist!

Theodora also didn't give the psionicists a friendly look, as they always banned Reinhardt.

She looked at him coldly, her eyes filled with impatience.

"The revelation of the God-Emperor?"

Theodora chuckled.

"If we really have such good luck, we should focus more on opening up new routes for the family."

Psylockes don't feel embarrassed at all about banning Reinhardt.

He maintained that bright smile and nodded repeatedly.

"Grandmother is right!"

"Grandson will keep this in mind and will not dare to slack off in the slightest."

Liliana really didn't want to look at that hypocritical face anymore.

She tugged hard at Theodora's arm.

"Grandmother, it's getting late."

Liliana just wanted to end this pointless conversation.

"We're going to get some snacks."

Theodora didn't want to waste time on this collateral descendant, so she turned away.

He didn't even glance at me again.

Watching the two figures disappear, the smile on the face of the psionicist, Big Hammer, gradually faded.

Chapter 437 The General Assembly

Blind bear rib meat.

Trace amounts of chemicals that can soothe nerve synapses float within the meat fibers.

nice one.

Theodora's taste buds experienced a long-lost thrill.

But soon.

With the upcoming arrival of the Wandering Merchants' Association, that sense of relief was replaced by various calculations.

"It's almost time."

Theodora glanced at the tactical time display on the armor.

She stood up from the private room and wiped her mouth with a silk scarf.

"To the auditorium."

Liliana quickly swallowed the last bite of dessert and followed behind her grandmother, with Abelard and Kunrad still following closely behind like shadows.

The group walked through the luxurious corridor and entered the central auditorium.

The space was extremely vast, with a giant transparent dome overhead supported by an anti-gravity field, allowing a direct view of the deep cosmic background outside the void harbor, as if the entire conference were being held in a sea of ​​stars.

In the center of the venue, five huge, ornate round tables were arranged in a row.

The central "First Round Table" belonged to the five most powerful merchant dynasties.

And a few super privateering groups and intersectoral oligarchs that can control the economic lifeline of a sector.

The person sitting at this table is someone who can truly change the ownership of a galaxy with a single sentence.

The outer round tables were much larger than the first one, and were arranged according to their financial resources, armed forces, and historical background, respectively, for core ronin, marginal ronin, and some prominent independent forces.

The class system was strict and hierarchical; you had to sit in the appropriate circle based on your status.

Crossing the line? Nobody dares.

Even the most unruly pirate captain has to behave himself here.

Anyone sitting here could be blasted into cosmic dust by any means.

Theodora went straight to the first round table.

The leaders of the other dynasties had already arrived.

"Theodora, your steps are still so leisurely. It seems the Protectorate has been producing a lot of gold for you lately."

A slightly shrill male voice, yet tinged with weariness, rang out.

Joan Queen Close.

The master of the Cross dynasty had a head of golden hair that was meticulously combed.

Jon Quinn was wearing a coat made of the leather of some unknown alien beast.

Even in this tense auditorium, he still held a glass of aged Amasec in his hand.

The Clos dynasty was the oldest ronin dynasty in the expanded region.

Their ancestors received the charter directly from the God-Emperor himself.

Their possession of the imperial bloodline gives them an absolute advantage in terms of wealth.

Conversely, the Cross dynasty's fleet was so poorly armed that it was appalling.

A bunch of old, dilapidated merchant ships, usually maintained by mercenaries and sector garrison troops, would run away if they encountered anything slightly tough.

It's impossible to hit it!

Theodora walked to her seat and gave Jon Quinn a cold glance.

“I am at ease,” Theodora said sarcastically. “Because I am not like some people who spend all day hiding behind ledgers counting their scrap metal, and at the slightest sign of trouble they wish they could send all their ships back to their home port.”

“Jon Quinn, I remember that Kross just finished setting up the 'Laghsis-II' route a while ago, and last month a Dark Eldar raiding squad of less than ten ships came and swaggered right under your noses, looting the 'Tagarudi' mining world clean.”

Theodora placed her hands on the edge of the round table and leaned over to stare at him.

“If the Cross Dynasty cannot even guarantee the most basic safety of shipping lanes, I suggest you allocate a portion of your share in ‘Tartarus Holdings’ to a capable person for management, so that the aliens don’t one day reach into your safe.”

Upon hearing these barbed words, Joan Quinn slowly took a sip of her drink.

“Theodora, don’t confuse ‘sacrifice’ with ‘ability’.”

"I can say this in a calm and unhurried manner," said Joan Quinn.

"Profitability of the 'Laghsis' route has indeed fluctuated somewhat over the past three quarters."

"The appearance of that Eldar squad is classified as an unpredictable probability event in our risk assessment model."

“If we had ordered the garrison fleet to intercept them at that time,” Jon Quinn looked at Theodora with an expression of utter disbelief, “it would have inevitably exposed our newly deployed gravitational wave monitoring devices at the hidden node.”

"Trading a set of expensive new facilities for a few dilapidated Eldar raiding ships and some marginal minerals is a losing proposition."

"A truly capable person knows when to give up petty gains in order to safeguard the long-term interests."

“Violent repression cannot solve everything; only numbers can endure in this malevolent sea of ​​stars.”

"Weakness is weakness, don't bring up the ledger!"

Just then.

"Alright, you two, stop arguing every time you meet. It's giving me a headache."

A languid yet powerful voice broke in.

Aspais Korda.

The ruler of the Koda dynasty, she had striking long orange-red hair.

Compared to the elaborate aristocratic attire of other leaders, she dressed quite smartly.

A tight-fitting combat suit, covered by a simple large cape.

He still smelled faintly of gunpowder, so he had probably just come back from the front lines.

The Koda dynasty is a veteran in the expansion, with a slightly less established foundation than the Kross, but its style is extremely hard-line.

Aspas controls a vast industrial and agricultural world.

Apart from a few giant monopolies, they have the highest industrial output.