Eldergrim moved his thick buttocks and sat in a comfortable position on a chair that did not fit his body shape. He smelled of perfume, had curly beard and hair, and was dressed in exquisite and loose clothes.
The clothes seemed to be to cover up the stocky barrel-shaped figure. At the same time, he casually tapped the polished and waxed tabletop with his stubby fingers, which was bright enough to be used as a mirror.
A pocket watch accurate to microseconds.
This delicate silver object could tell him the exact time of each region of the galaxy. Its inside was decorated with seven smaller discs, representing the seven galactic regions divided according to the way of their race, and the center of the galaxy was time.
The source of the watch is also the gear in the core of the pocket watch.
To Eldgrim's chagrin, there was no abnormal change in the time displayed on the clock or in the speed of the hands.
He looked at the time divided into several pieces by the Milky Way division for a while, and finally realized a problem with an extremely serious mood——
The "distinguished guest" was indeed late.
This scene is close to murder for Eldergrim, because the motto of the Great Thorian Alliance is - time is money!
Eldgrim was not a businessman at the beginning. He had once hoped to become an engineer, and he had also tried to actively learn new knowledge, but in the end he still failed to learn anything, which made him reluctantly admit that
, his clone tapestry was indeed not suitable for cosmic science, so he cut his losses in time rather than persist in an adventure that was destined to fail. This was the secret to making him rich.
"I just said, these fanatical religious primitives are not worthy of trust at all."
A muttering voice came from his left. On the leather chair, a sturdy, semi-naked figure was moving impatiently.
Even from the perspective of a Hearthborn, the burly Graham has muscles that are as strong as a rock, and people can recognize that he is a warrior at a glance, even if he takes off the plasma battle ax leaning on the table and shaves
Even if he removed the red mogansey hair crown that increased his height by 20 centimeters, and then put him in a heavy miner's uniform, he still could not hide his identity.
Various tattoos and metal interfaces are particularly eye-catching on his rough skin. A gray-white beard surrounds his square chin, and a piece of metal with a circuit is embedded on his forehead.
The old man sighed after hearing this.
"Perhaps they look down on us at all. That commander is an Astartes. The arrogance of these transformation warriors is among the highest in the galaxy."
"I feel uneasy. The supreme heaven here is violent and chaotic, and the evil gods' minions are rampant. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time."
"Master Aliyeu, not everything can be calculated and the result can be calculated. The galaxy is always full of elusive ghosts called possibilities."
"They have nothing in their heads. They can only worship a corpse that has been rotting for 10,000 years. They have no concept of time!"
Eldergrim spread his hands.
"The Supreme Heaven has been in chaos for countless years. The evil gods and evil creatures are becoming more and more prosperous, and a catastrophic disaster will eventually brew. I have been feeling uneasy recently, and I don't know what the omen is."
Seeing this, Eldergrim pressed his palms.
The strong Hearthborn named Graham paused when he heard about the debt.
In addition to the armor, he also wore a thick windbreaker, which was also azure in color and had white protective fabric lining, making him look like an adventurer.
"Technically speaking, I think the probability of reaching agreement is very low, less than 3%."
The one named Ondre also tightened his face. Although his hands did not move, his eyes became sharp.
"Hey, do Astartes have this kind of physique?"
Graham stared with copper bell-like eyes, watching the man walk in in disbelief, and subconsciously touched his ax - he felt an instinctive threat.
No matter how much he dislikes it, as long as the other party can afford to pay, his ax must work for him.
The strange chanting drew Eldgrim's attention to the last person, an old Hearthborn with long white hair and a white beard that was almost as long as his knees. He wore a brown robe woven with complicated symbols.
, leaning on a long metal stick engraved with the portrait of his ancestors, all the hair was braided into neat braids with golden rings, and his vicissitudes of life had a pair of wise but stubborn eyes and a slightly...
He had a big, bloated nose and was smoking a pipe, creating a faint smoke in the reception room.
As he spoke, the strong Hearthborn waved his arms, as if to demonstrate to some invisible entity.
Suddenly, the door to the reception room opened, and a being who was considered huge to all the furnace descendants present walked in.
"Master Walker, crises and opportunities always coexist. What's more, there are many more dangerous places in the galaxy than this. This is all good. Moreover, you took the initiative to follow me this time, and now you suddenly say this to me.
It’s very difficult.”
The speaker was a Hearthborn wearing gray overalls. He had pale hair and a beard. The wrinkles on his face were like cracked rocks. He wore some kind of optical equipment on his head. There were also some small tools hanging on the overalls, including a micro motor.
It hummed low behind his waist, providing power for the work aid hanging on his arm.
If you look carefully, you will find that the smoke changes into various animal patterns as it rises into the sky.
"Since Ondrei can even tolerate the Eldar, how about these reformed warriors? The last time you led the pioneering team to contact a group of primitive Eldar, it brought a large amount of trade."
Their clan's mining farm suffered a devastating blow due to a recent accident, and now owes a large amount of debt to financial institutions. This is why he responded immediately when his drinking buddy Eldgrim sent an invitation.
"Can you be more arrogant than Ada?"
Facing the old man, Eldergrim showed visible respect and helplessness.
"Graham the Rockbreaker, we are negotiating with the Empire's expeditionary force on behalf of the Alliance. This may involve many extremely huge transactions. If it fails because of your rudeness, your clan may bear very serious consequences.
Debt Liability.”
Another calm and steady voice came from the right side of Eldgrim. He was a warrior with a broad face and neat short hair. His short brown beard was neatly trimmed, and his sharp eyes were sunk deep under his slightly protruding forehead.
, he wears azure armor, the armor style has a rounded muscle-highlighting effect, the additional armor layers and bolts are reminiscent of the Castellan robots used by the Adeptus Mechanicus.
Aliyeu, who was wearing work clothes, opened his mouth slightly and looked extremely surprised.
Walker, with his big white beard, was still smoking and looking intently.
As they observed themselves, Soshyan was also looking at these——