Standard Terra Calendar, 944.M41,
The Great Vortex Area, the Planet of Santijaro
The Bliss Hotel, one of the best hotels in One-Eye City, is located next to the city center building complex.
This planet has been out of the jurisdiction of the empire for hundreds of years. It is on the surface presided over by a local guild, but in fact it is a pirate nest. Every day, pirate ships loaded with stolen goods will enter the planetary orbit, and every day there will be countless hungry sharks leaving their nests.
As one of the worlds secretly controlled by the Red Pirate Huron, the law of the tyrant is implemented here-
Anyone can come, or even the Imperials can come, but no one is allowed to cause trouble. After paying the parking tax, you can do whatever you want.
This is also the most cunning thing about Huron. Even if he rebels from the empire, he will still not take the lead completely. He will always leave room for space and always leave a gray area without distinction between black and white. This is also what distinguishes him from all Chaos Space Marines - he will not be blinded by the so-called hatred and faith.
There is a huge black market, huge killer guilds, and auctions where you can buy many precious items. Here you can find many psychic treasures that the empire cannot legally hold, and you can also hire powerful psychics and even alien mercenaries. As long as you can afford the price, even the rebellious Space Marines may be hired.
This is the paradise for adventurers, and it is also the hell of many people, because the weak are not really protected here-
The bar walls in the hotel are filled with sparkling mirrors, and the interior is filled with smoke.
The old pirate Sayav Moore is here to tell others the story of how a ronin merchant ship was destroyed.
The stories he told were immersive and fascinated by the audience. The old guy smoked cigars, spitted smoke rings, and made several gestures from time to time to make some sounds to enhance the audibility of the story.
The people sitting around the table laughed from time to time and cursed from time to time.
But Sam Bellamy just watched, silent.
To outsiders, he is always silent, but his silence can make others surrender.
But no one knew that he had another name in the past - Zorg.
When his master Iskandal Kayan was captured by the Astral Knight, Soshiyan gave him freedom as promised, but that was freedom at a cost - his abilities would not be wasted, and he still had to serve the Astral Knight and the Empire.
It's just that he is free in the process of this service.
Zorge had already been mentally prepared, and he knew that people like him would not have real freedom, only relatives.
In fact, from the moment he knew that his master was not dead, he knew that he would never be able to escape.
Therefore, according to Soshiyan's suggestion, he came to the Great Vortex Star Zone and started from scratch. In less than five years, he became a well-known second-death dealer and part-time pirate nearby, and owned a modified pirate ship called "Obsidian".
Due to his cunning and silence, outsiders gave him the nickname "Fox of Silence". He personally has no idea about this. However, in such a place, having a nickname also means that others recognize you, and that you truly enter the "that" circle.
On the stage, a cute mixed-race cat man girl who was almost naked was dancing to the band's drums, but Zorg didn't take a look at it.
His eyes glanced around and looked at everyone present. Most of them were pirates, a small number of them were mercenary leaders and smugglers.
At the far end of the room, under a picture frame of gold-plated paintings depicting the marching Empire Titans, he saw a group of people dressed in purple, chrome-plated, and covered in powdered faces.
They claim to be "Eccessors of Crazy Desire" and are a cult group that worships evil spirits and evil spirits. Their master is the Chaos War Gang "Ecstasy Desire". They have only recently come to this world.
Among these people, there is a man with a tall, thin body, and a scar left by the corrosion of acid.
Zorge is quite familiar with him. Diongo Duby, the pirate captain who had clashed with Zorge, but he didn't expect that the other party would actually join the Slaanes cult.
Their eyes stared at each other for several seconds, and the extended intersection was as warm as two automatic rangefinders aimed at each other.
Zorge cursed himself silently. If he had known that there was this guy here, he would not have come here.
But there is no way, his target is this group of people.
He had to figure out why Huron allowed the Slaanes cult people to enter his territory and whether there was any secret agreement between the two.
"This adult?"
Hearing the sound, Zorg looked up and saw a uniformed concierge standing next to his chair, his head slanted, looking both flattering and disgusting.
"Sir, there is a boy looking for you."
"boy?"
Zorge thought for a moment, and suddenly realized who it was.
"Where is he?"
"The boy is at the front desk and I have something to tell you personally. He wants me to give you this."
The concierge continued, weighing a silver earring with a little suspicious look on his fingers with velvet gloves, and handing it to Zorge.
Zorge nodded, stood up and followed the concierge.
The mixed-race cat man girl on the stage finally took off the last piece of fabric on her body and was about to spin the shiny cloth in her hands and throw it into the crowd.
Diongo watched Zorg walk out of the room. He bent his fingers gracefully and signaled his accomplices to come over.
"Sam is the bastard I mentioned before. He is a dangerous person of unknown origin. We should solve him."
Zorg followed the arrogant concierge out of the room and walked into the marble-paved foyer.
He hated this place more and more. Santiaro was a place that was comfortable and luxurious, far away from the war. After paying taxes to Huron, the people here completely ignored the cruel and dark reality outside their planet and life.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Sooner or later, the emperor's anger will come. This is not out of a sense of justice, it is simply disgust.
Then, Zorge returns to reality from his contemplation and sees a twelve-year-old boy huddled under a potted-out-of-the-tower tree plant.
The boy looked unhappy in a loose newspaper boy uniform.
"Ike? I thought you were out for fun, what are you doing in this place?"
With a surprised look, Zorg walked forward, grabbed the boy's hand and left the hall, and they turned directly to a nearby alley.
Then the boy took out a small data board from his thigh pocket and handed it to Zorg.
"After you left, this came from the communication network. Uncle Melk believes that it is best to hand it over to you directly. Since I have been hired by you, bringing this to you will become my task."
Zorg was amused by the boy's impatient tone, and he took the data board and opened it.
"What's this?"
"Sir, as far as I know, this is a private communication from the encrypted communication channel in more than 40 minutes."
The boy paused and thought about time.
"To be precise, it should have happened 47 minutes ago."
Zorg browsed the encrypted garbled code on the data board, and then pressed the decoding button to decode it with his fingerprint.
This is indeed the news that he can only see in person.
"Patricia is here, go to 514 Ghost Street, and use our past code to get a very important news."
Zorg suddenly raised his head, and then quickly closed the data board as if he was afraid that the secret would be discovered.
Chapter completed!