The Astartes Family's Notebook

Because Katz originally wanted to do that.

Then it felt just right.

Faced with an immense threat of death, the bald man seemed to have shattered his persona; nothing had changed, yet everything seemed to have changed.

They're back, they're all back. All the sealed memories and momentum have returned.

The bald man dodged Kaz's harmless punch by tilting his head, then leaned back on the sofa and crossed his legs.

"The people of the Wings of Desolation?"

Kaz straightened up, fists tucked in, and looked at Nigel.

Why don't you hit him yourself?

"I'm too strong, I'm afraid he'll die."

Hey, who is this Oglin implying? Kaz wondered if he had stopped himself either.

“You didn’t hold back, but a punch without killing intent isn’t hard to dodge. Don’t doubt it, I can’t read minds, it’s just that Astartes of your type basically share one brain, so you’re too easy to understand.”

With a simple explanation and a touch of showing off his skills, Bald Afa looked at Nigel, his disbelief growing stronger.

"Are you a follower of Tzeentch?"

"No, I'm just an ordinary Oglin who loves reading."

“Hiss, I’d rather believe you’re Tzeentch’s chosen one… Where did Leothus find such a treasure as you?”

"Let's skip the small talk. I woke you up because I wanted to ask about the Shadow of Death faction."

"Ha, what kind of trouble have those stinky canned goods gotten up to now?"

"They sent a 'destruction notice' to Garland Gordon."

"..."

Bald Ah Fa remained silent for a long time.

Are they crazy?

"Those who believe in chaos are somewhat ill."

Nigel nodded in agreement.

“I abandoned darkness and embraced light a long time ago, so I certainly don’t have any firsthand information. As for secondhand information, both your master and the person beside you know more about it than I do.”

"How do we find them?"

Does it count towards the number of mission attempts?

"Calculate."

"The owner of the Ascension Paradise Prosthetics Shop in the East Ninth District is an agent of the Spirit Clan. He's in a hurry to find someone, and those guys with long ears will always find a way."

Nigel received an affirmative answer and nodded in satisfaction.

"Keep up the good work and stay undercover. I'm leaving."

After Nigel stood up, the bald man also stood up. Kaz had been tricked by Tyrant so many times that he had already learned to be bad, and he threw another punch at Afa's face.

However, the sharpness in his eyes faded, and Alphareth seemed to have undergone memory sealing and cognitive restructuring, reverting to normal human mode.

"Wow!"

Startled by Kaz's fist, which was as big as a casserole dish, the bald man who had just stood up fell back down, his forehead instantly covered in cold sweat, and his heart pounding like an emperor's engine.

How did I offend Astartes in front of me? That guy has a fist the size of an iron pot!

very scary!

Having witnessed such incredible skill, Kaz finally gained a direct understanding of how troublesome Alpharis was.

The heartbeat sounded wrong; I couldn't even tell whether it was one heart beating or two.

AlphaRes, is he really AlphaRes?

"Lord Kaz, he's still useful, please don't really kill him."

Nigel, with the characteristic honesty of Oglin, pleaded humbly.

Kaz thought for a moment, then cooperated by stopping and uttering a single word.

"roll."

The bald man took three seconds to react, then suddenly stood up, lowered his head, and quickly backed away from the lounge.

As the unremarkable, seemingly ordinary man, who appeared to be Ah Fa, closed the door and left, a knock sounded on the other door. A man in a fine suit and top hat pushed a small food cart into the room, bowed respectfully to Kaz, and then left without saying a word, leaving the food cart behind.

Katz had been serving in the Fourth Company for less than ten years, and his understanding of this kind of espionage mission was basically at the level of "what the hell is going on?"

As the saying goes, "Too much talk leads to mistakes," so it's better to remain silent and pretend to be an expert.

As long as you don't make a move, others can't be sure you're really bad.

She was feeling incredibly frustrated, trying to recall what had just happened while working on reading comprehension questions, all the while watching Nigel's eyes light up as he devoured his food. Finally, she couldn't help but ask.

"Aren't you afraid it's poisonous?"

"It's quite difficult to poison an Oglin."

Indeed, discussing toxicity without considering dosage is irresponsible. Nigel's size is even larger than Nigel's when he's wearing power armor, which is quite challenging.

Not long after, the attendant who had led the way knocked on the door the bald man had left through, and there stood Master Baldwin, the theoretical "master" of Astartes and Eugen.

After the trio reunited, they left the palace through the main entrance, led by attendants.

"Don't speak. Ask me when we get back."

Baldwin's telepathic communication alerted Katz that someone was watching them.

Baldwin finally breathed a long sigh of relief after boarding the small aircraft sent by Leothus.

"That Grand Duke has a serious problem."

"What's the problem?"

Nigel asked curiously.

“His understanding of Emperor Tarot even surpasses mine. Do you think that's normal?”

Kaz had just frowned when he heard Nigel offer words of comfort.

"That's how pay-to-win players are, what decks do they play?"

"I'm so ashamed to face anyone. I was actually defeated head-on by a mere mortal deck. My reputation is ruined."

Despite saying that, Baldwin didn't show much frustration on his face.

"That's normal. Divination is just your pastime. Master, your main job is to use psychic lightning to splatter your enemies in the face."

Listening to the two spouting nonsensical nonsense, Kaz felt an itch in his head and a strong urge to chop something up.

Chapter 93 This is what professionalism is all about.

Professionals should do professional things; laymen shouldn't occupy leadership positions.

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Next, it's time to go work at that Ascension Paradise in the East District, right?

Wake up, Kars. You were reincarnated into the Warhammer world, not Detective O.

And despite the fact that Astartes holds the highest position in the trio and the Psionic Master is the strongest fighter, the one who truly leads the team is the seemingly simple-minded Oglin.

The human empire is still too large, and the diversity of its subjects is far too great. I suggest the Emperor snap his fingers...

The aircraft returned to Leos's temporary base. Nigel said he was going to O Shit, while Kaz and Baldwin went ahead to see the Inquisitor Grand Instructor.

I'm starting to understand Ingus more and more. Before I knew it, Katz had also taken on the idol image that comes with his age. Baldwin was explaining the specifics, and Katz was very concise.

You can really look like an expert by not saying a word.

Hey, you know what, Baldwin is really good at talking. He tells stories in a vivid and interesting way. No wonder he became a famous charlatan in the Pacific Sector.

Listening to him recount his intense Imperial Tarot game with the Grand Duke, Kaz actually had the idea of ​​creating a powerful deck for himself if he had the chance.

Don't assume that the Empire lacks cultural entertainment. In addition to the Imperial Tarot for divination in the traditional sense, the State Religion has also issued a large number of Imperial Tarot sub-cards with themes of saints and heroes, which are battle cards with numerical values ​​and skill descriptions.

So the Empire really does have this "Space Marine (Tactical RPG)" thing. After all, it's really easy for card dealers to make money. A box costs 300 yuan, and after opening it, it's down to 30 yuan. See you on the rooftop...

Listening to the two old men bragging, Nigel arrived shortly afterward, holding a small data terminal in his hand.

Could it be...?

Probably not...

Leotus also considered this possibility, resisted the urge to sniff it, took out his personal data tablet, connected the data terminal to the tablet, and began to review the data.

No, wait, no way, could it be!

Katz suddenly had a terrible thought.

That bald man might not be the real Alpha. If there was nothing wrong with his ears, and if he really was just a mortal who had undergone enhancement surgery, then the real Alpharis never showed up from beginning to end. He just hid the data terminal in the food in that food truck and brought it out through Nigel's stomach.

No, that food truck might be a decoy; Nigel might have eaten more than just the food in the truck.

hiss......

Alpharis, what a troublesome thing. I need to get one and really work my brain out. Kaz thinks he probably can't learn special intelligence operations by himself. He'll have to rely on the Emperor's power to help him learn.

Continuing to expand on this hypothesis, the bald man is bait, Katz is also bait, Baldwin is a smokescreen, and the real purpose... is to fish?

Who are Leothus and the hidden Alphareis trying to hook?

There's too little information to make any further deductions.

Never mind, let's just watch the show.

Leothers quickly reviewed the intelligence, and his expression visibly turned grim.

"Sir Katz, please contact Company Commander Motor Sich. I need your help."

Kaz nodded, pressing his finger against the temple of his tactical helmet as if he were on a call.

However, Astartes did not need to perform such actions for internal communication; it simply provided emotional value.

Not long after, Motor Sich arrived.

And he brought his remaining ten fighting brothers with him.

The saying goes, "To be old and not die is to be a thief." This applies to Leotus and also to Mad Sich.

Does the Grand Inquisitor not have Motor Sich's contact information?

Yes, the very act of having Katz do it conveys a clear message: violence is about to be used.

People of different skill levels can't play together. Kaz learned a lot of things that he thought were useless.

"Your Excellency, the problem is very serious. The tentacles of that youngest lady have also reached into Garland Gordon. I need your help. I'm afraid my men alone cannot handle this matter properly."

"Church of Desire?"

Leothus nodded. The empire knew that it was forbidden to address a god by his full name, and had its own system of alternative names.

"I'm afraid the Death Cult is also involved."

"You step in and get our weapons and equipment back."

"I'm sorry, the management committee is very independent, and even I can't interfere too much. So I can only trouble you to use some of my private collection."

Heh heh, the nobles can even equip their homes with automatic cannons, while we Astartes have to hand over even combat blades. Is Garland still part of the Empire?

Kaz originally wanted to give a loud rebuke to the old scoundrel Leothers on behalf of Company Commander Motor Sich.

But right here, in this room, Nigel stood up, walked to a wall, fumbled for a large iron chain, and with a sudden pull, the hidden partition door, driven entirely by gears without any mechanical assistance, opened with a dull, oppressive sound.

Hey!

No wonder they say aliens come from the Alien Court and heretics come from the Heretic Court. Leothus, that old scoundrel from the Demon Court, is no saint either.

Let's take a look at what his so-called private collection actually is.

The Empire has not yet officially released information about the Space Necromancers, but the Iron Ridgemen's weapon style is so unique that Kaz recognized them at a glance.

Gauss rifle!