Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

That's how I gradually stepped in.

The defense army commander's throat was dry; how could he stop them?

Are you going to stop me with your head?!

With this setup, it's obvious they're not here to follow the rules!

Just as the commander of the defense forces was struggling with whether or not to bite the bullet and go up to perform his duties.

Gates stepped forward.

Seeing the defense force's predicament, Gates smiled understandingly.

He voluntarily took off a mechanical battle axe that was slightly "smaller" than the boss's, but still powerful enough to slice a megalodon in half.

"Sir, you've worked hard."

He held it with both hands and handed it to the commander of the defense force with a smile.

"Could you please keep this safe for me?"

The commander of the defense forces has been working in the Void Harbor for over a decade.

I've dealt with countless scoundrels, and I've seen plenty of motorists.

Every time a high priest hands over a weapon, he looks like he's lost his parents.

What's going on with this Da Hong Pao tea today?

That smooth response, that fawning tone…

Are these still the same Martian tech believers he knew, who have arrogance etched into their motherboards?!

The commander of the defense forces was a little confused.

"...Okay...okay."

He stammered a reply, and the group stepped forward together to take the battle axe and leaned it against the wall.

but.

Your boss hasn't given it to you yet!

What's the point of just handing in your own knowledge?

The commander of the defense forces looked towards the direction of the first round table as if seeking help.

He really didn't dare to go up to the man in the yellow robe and ask him for weapons...

Theodora frowned.

Bringing weapons into the venue is definitely against the rules.

But Deep Space Industries is such a big money-maker, there's no need to offend them for the sake of saving face.

and……

Theodora had a misconception.

Why did she feel that this man in the yellow robe seemed a little... awkward?

It's an illusion, it must be an illusion!

Theodora turned her head and gave a slight nod to Liliana, who was not far away.

Go pick it up.

Give them a way out and smooth things over.

Liliana understood immediately.

She lifted her skirt and walked forward gracefully.

"Welcome to the Wandering Merchants' Association."

Liliana flashed an impeccable, sweet smile and gave Andy and the other two a standard aristocratic curtsy.

“Great Sage Andy, I am Liliana, the representative of the Von Valancius family.”

"Please come with me, this is the seat prepared for you."

As she spoke, she turned slightly to the side and made a guiding gesture.

The defenders breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had been granted a pardon.

Andy didn't say anything.

Leaning on his self-proclaimed power axe, he walked toward the fourth round table.

“Ahem,” Gates chimed in, “I won’t sit down.”

"I'll just stand here."

There's really no room.

The fourth round table and its accompanying chairs are slightly larger, but they are still designed for people of normal build.

If his imposing figure were forced inside, it would surely push his colleagues on either side out.

In the end, only Andy and Sisyphus took their seats.

Andy sat down in the main seat, with Sisyphus sitting to his left.

Others witnessed this.

Countless eyes widened again, and the murmurs, as if forcibly cut off, suddenly burst forth once more.

Various surprised, shocked, and incomprehensible gazes filled the space above the fourth round table.

The owner of Deep Space Industries, a tech oligarch who doesn't even respect the laws of the Empire, and a heretical sage.

Surprisingly...

Allow one servant.

A mortal who had not undergone any obvious mechanical modifications and even looked somewhat timid and cowardly sat next to him.

It's still at the same round table!

This is an unimaginable anomaly in the rigidly hierarchical and superior-subordinate culture of the imperial elite.

Everyone stared in disbelief.

Andy ignored the strange looks from those around him.

The power axe was planted on the ground and then sat quietly in the seat.

one second.

two seconds.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds or so passed.

The meeting proceedings in the central auditorium have not yet commenced.

People were still whispering among themselves, occasionally glancing at their table out of the corner of their eyes.

The atmosphere was somewhat eerie.

Ok?

Weren't we here for a meeting? Why is nobody speaking?

Andy turned his head and looked at a man sitting to his right.

The man had many metal tubes inserted into his body, and half of his face was covered by a prosthetic.

Andy naturally assumed he was a member of the Mechanicus.

Andy turned slightly to the side and asked him in a very casual tone:

"Colleague, hasn't it started yet?"

The man who was asked the question stiffened.

He was the Minister of Commerce of the "Nimesis Lexus" privateering group.

The Commerce Minister looked at Andy.

The half of his face, which was intact, began to twitch uncontrollably from the humiliation.

Colleagues? !

Who said you're a colleague!

I'm not a jerk!!

I am just an executive loyal to the board!

I have an independent personality, I have a complete family, and I still want to receive dividends!

Look at yourself again!

Bald, wearing a yellow robe, without a servo skull, and without a single exposed cable on his body!

He looks a million times less like a motor freak than me!

What makes you think I'm some kind of tech geek?!

It was absolutely intentional!

This is a blatant humiliation, a merciless mockery of their competitors by Deep Space Industries!

at this time.

It was only then that everyone realized what was going on.

Deep Space Industries has already taken their seats, so what are you still doing here just staring blankly?

Let's have a meeting!

The once-silent auditorium has finally regained its voice.

At the first round table, the important figures also began to adjust their postures, preparing to get down to business.

Take advantage of this brief lull before the meeting officially begins.

Sisyphus quickly opened his briefcase and took out an exquisite data panel.

This was an important task that Andy gave him before he set off.

He fiddled with the data panel a couple of times, then handed it to Liliana, who was standing to the side.

Liliana had been standing by Andy's table the whole time, handling the etiquette and reception.

She was the one who handled Sisyphus's license pickup last time; the two had met once before.

“Mr. Sisyphus, this is…”

Liliana took the data panel and glanced at the contents.

The top was filled with technical terms and performance parameters... Liliana couldn't quite understand them.

“Miss Liliana, thank you for your help.” Sisyphus forced a professional business smile. “These are two new products that Deep Space Industries has brought this time.”

"The boss said it's definitely a good product and can solve a lot of practical problems."

"Could you please make a slight adjustment to the agenda later and add a presentation segment?"

New products!

Liliana's eyes lit up immediately.

Deep Space Industries' exports are always a sensation.

Previously, fire control chipsets and integrated servo rails were all in high demand and short supply.

They actually brought two new products this time!

"Ok!"

"Mr. Sisyphus, I'll make the arrangements right away!"

Liliana nodded, lifting the hem of her skirt.

He jogged over to Theodora and handed her the data panel.