Chapter 37 02.0037: "True Galaxy Metropolis"

Horatio trotted over.

The caravan was dim and he frowned unconsciously.

[no one?]
Horatio walked up to the caravan door and knocked on the wooden door.

There was no response after several calls.

Damn, there is really no one here.

As far as I can remember, I've been turned away several times when I came here before. This fortune teller's actions are quite mysterious, and many old customers don't know her whereabouts.

Some people say that she is an uncertified psychic, so she sometimes needs to hide her tracks.

But who knows.

I can only wait until I enter Zhongsi College and think of a way to come out and have a try again.

Horatio heaved a long sigh, leaned against the caravan and looked around.

At the same time, an inconspicuous tall and thin figure quietly leaned against the other side of the caravan.

"You are back from the Ministry of Justice." The man in the black and gray windbreaker said in a low voice.

Horatio frowned and looked sideways at the man calmly.

"How did you find me, Deacon Jonathan? I've only been here for a dozen minutes."

Horatio possessed the original owner's memories, so he naturally knew his previous network of contacts.

Deacon Jonathan is the second in command of the 'Labor Gang', Horatio's former right-hand man, a former foreman, kind to others, hardworking, and relatively intelligent.

"Even if our organization is weakened, the workers have sharp eyes. Stepping into the Ministry of Justice is like stepping into a coffin. How did you get out?"

"I am Tadashi."

“…I really can’t tell.”

The man raised his mouth stiffly and snorted, looking up with relief and exhaling a puff of smoke: "What are you going to do when you come back?"

"Where is the fortune teller?"

"She used to be here every third Sunday of every month, but as things are getting more chaotic here, her whereabouts have become more mysterious."

"How's the 'Labor Gang'?"

"We did suffer a big blow after you were arrested. Most areas were openly occupied, but we moved into the dark in time and operated in the form of a mutual aid association. Although we still maintain underground intelligence and smuggling networks, many places are no longer openly controlled by gang forces."

"for example?"

"The Guild Alliance, the Citizen Army, and your colleagues are all a mess." The man laughed playfully as he said this:
"The F-4 block in front of you is a good example. The streets in the distance are full of protesting people, radical citizen militia members, bloodthirsty guild alliance bounty hunters, and the Zhongji Marine Corps that the navy sent down for no apparent reason.

No gang dared to come out and shout "I own this place!" in such a chaotic situation. This is good news. Humph, what we lose, others can't get. "

"Got it, shall we talk while we eat?"

"No, Boss. I have something else to take care of."

"I won't stay here long this time. Wait for the news from me later," said Horatio.

"Then take care of yourself, boss." The man leaned away from the caravan and said jokingly, "I'm afraid we will live longer than you. Zhongsi Academy is not a good place."

"Thank you."

"Besides, things are different now than before. The minions of the Guild Alliance shoot with their eyes closed. Please pay more attention to your safety."

Then the man turned around and flicked a small nameplate to Horatio.

"If you need me, you can find me here."

"Goodbye." The man turned his back to Horatio and waved casually.

Horatio still leaned against the wagon, looking at the bustling street, closing his eyes with heavy thoughts.

Until the rumbling stomach began to urge restlessly.

[Let’s fill our stomachs first.]
Horatio raised an eyebrow and looked around at the dazzling array of restaurants of all kinds.

Abyss Port embodies another great advantage of being a star port city. It is quite "full galactic" and almost all the customs and characteristics of the entire empire, and even outside the empire (questionable), can be found here.

But there were too many signs, and Horatio had a sense of dyslexia.

Soul juice fillet sheep head, roasted sea king bigeye fish, fried and stewed Coslin three-legged chicken, stir-fried alien...

What the hell is this!
For the first time, Horatio felt such a serious difficulty in making a decision, and was caught in a deep sense of curiosity and unfamiliarity.

Among so many dazzling signs, Horatio finally saw a sign that was so normal that it felt familiar - Bean Flower.

A lean and sturdy man in an apron was stirring an iron pot vigorously on the large stove in front of the door.

Horatio walked closer and saw that he was making shredded pork and egg fried rice!

Every time the man flipped the wok, it was just right and he performed with perfection. The golden rice grains surged like waves, flew into the air, and entered the pot, emitting a fragrant aroma.

Horatio held back his saliva and stepped forward. [Damn, I've come to the Warhammer world to be a loyal heir, I must reward myself today!]
The man saw a well-dressed black-haired young man approaching and quickly greeted him, "Hey! Sir, how are you?"

He kept stirring and adding ingredients with his hands.

Horatio raised his index finger.

"Okay, one person! Shu Yao, come out and entertain us!"

[Shu Yao...? A Chinese from the 41st millennium? ?] Horatio blinked.

"Oh, okay, please wait." An enthusiastic female voice came from behind the bar.

It was a girl about Horatio's age.

The black-haired girl with a ponytail slowly stood up from behind the open-air bar, took off her large round glasses, and put the pen in her hand behind her ear.

"Hello, guest. Would you like to have a meal or a drink?" A warm business-like welcome came out of her mouth.

The girl walked around the bar with light steps, her pleated skirt dancing with her steps, and on her feet she wore a pair of small leather shoes that looked quite student-like.

When she walked to the door, she saw that the visitor was a handsome young man with a gentle smile, a good appearance, which was extremely rare in the entire F-4 district. His smooth and fair cheeks were slightly flushed.

"Sir, please come in. Would you like to sit outside or inside?" The girl blinked her round eyes and asked with a smile.

If the man hadn't said it, Horatio really wouldn't have recognized that this was his daughter. If she was holding a schoolbag in her hands, she would look like a schoolgirl.

"Shu Yao is your name?"

"Yes sir, my name is Yin Shuyao." The girl replied with a smile.

Horatio instinctively wanted to ask, "Are you Chinese?", but he stopped himself in an instant.

Please, we have the human empire now, and His Majesty the Divine Emperor has unified the country long ago. This question is too heretical, okay?
"Sir?" The girl nimbly came up to Horatio and asked in a clear, lark-like voice.

"Oh, oh! Eat! Alone! Sit outside and get some fresh air." Horatio immediately came to his senses and replied.

"Okay, please follow me~" The girl took light steps and led Horatio to the open-air seat next to the bar.

As they passed by, the man smiled at him.

[Good fellow, you are using your beautiful daughter to attract customers, right? Let's see how good your cooking is.] Horatio raised his eyebrows and thought to himself.

"Just order whatever you want, it's all cooked and served freshly!" The man seemed to see what Horatio was thinking.

I saw the big hand scooping the fried rice into the pot with a big spoon.

The mixed aroma of shallots, eggs, shredded pork and rice resolved Horatio's last hesitation and doubts with this irresistible "Eastern power".

The girl welcomed Horatio to a soft seat near the bar, and Horatio could see that she had a keen business sense and a smart mind.

But he had 100,000 yuan on him, and he had decided to reward himself, so what was wrong with indulging himself in eating and drinking? God knows what the food at Zhongsi College is like.

I just hope it's not 'corpse starch'. If the empire's most elite soldiers were to eat this stuff, the bureaucrats in the Ministry of the Interior would be too inhumane.

"Sir, this is the menu, please take a look." The girl handed Horatio an exquisite hand-embroidery needlework book.

The cover is a cute food illustration drawn by the girl herself. When you open it, there are real visible pictures of each dish. Due to the excellent photography light, each dish looks shiny, delicious and filling.

Compared to the various weird and wonderful things out there, the dishes look very homely.

The store mainly serves fast food stir-fried dishes, as well as pre-cooked broth, fried rice and fried noodles. The food is served quickly and has a strong flavor, which suits the tastes of the busy Zhongchao office workers and the port workers in the White Night District.

While Horatio was flipping through the menu, the smiling girl was quietly looking up and down at the handsome young customer in front of her.

[Is this the outfit of a Las Vegas denizen? But how could a denizen come here? He should be a resident nearby, but he is so respectable, it is rare.]
Horatio, who had been hungry for two meals, was completely focused on the menu and didn't notice the girl looking him up and down. Combined with his original body's memory of prices, he was surprised.

[Stir-fried Gloucester pork slices with chili peppers, only 87 yuan per serving?]
Although it seems expensive, compared to other places on the planet, this price is already quite cheap.

The damned guild alliance government set a high "tithe" and a "survival fee" of more than 25% of the salary, and % of personal income had to be used to pay various taxes.

The latter is a new trick that the Guild Alliance came up with.

It is a form of taxation, whose collection is guaranteed by the compulsory power granted by planetary laws.

This is understandable considering its function.

Because the operation of the hive city requires the joint operation of many guilds such as water purification, air, energy, and corpses. The public domain of water, electricity, air purification and other necessary resources for survival can only be maintained and reproduced by charging corresponding fees.

But the dispute mainly concerns the rules for charging fees, because the well-known power issues mean that the dignitaries living in the Upper Nest and the top of the tower do not have to pay. The shrewd guild alliance also knows that it is impossible to squeeze value out of the Lower Nest, a place that is completely lawless.

Therefore, the cost collection of the upper nest, the top of the tower, and the bottom nest ultimately fell on the middle layer. Even though the population is the largest in the entire nest, in addition to the high apparent costs shared by each payer, it also greatly affects the rise in prices, becoming an invisible hidden cost.

Now, since the levy of living expenses has been raised one after another, this mountain of life-sucking has gradually squeezed out the previously tolerable living space, pushing more and more poor people to the brink of the abyss.

For them, the meaning of life now only exists in the dark and endless cycle of "collecting money - paying - collecting money" day after day.

"I'd like some pork with chili, miss." Horatio slid his finger towards the menu.

　According to the official Empire novels, there are Chinese and Japanese names in the Warhammer 40K universe, such as Captain Chen in the Wolfpack of the Gothic Fleet series and Captain Kinoshita in the Son of Vengeance of the Dawn of Fire series.

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