Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 11 Those Abandoned Things
Let alone people on the way to collect materials, Karl didn't even see a mouse.

Walking alone in the unlit tunnel, he began to think about what else to do with the med servitor.

The moment he got the finished product, he almost figured out the structure and working principle of the entire medical machine servant.

In fact, the medical servitor has no technical content for Karl, the most important thing is a tank of medical fluid stored inside his body.

This miraculous thing, which has been mixed with "Emperor's Foot Washing Water" for an unknown number of years, can actually resist corruption.

Obviously, the number of people that the medical machine servant of the Emperor's Gift can heal is limited.

And currently, Karl has no way to produce this potion.

But when he was at a loss, a resource that had been ignored before suddenly appeared in his mind.

(Wait, can I trade Power of Hope for this potion?)

After all, Karl still remembered that the Emperor had said before: hope is exchanged for knowledge, weapons eliminate threats, and cleanup brings hope.

The implication is that the power of hope can be exchanged for things.

Although it was not clear whether the potion was within this range, he still decided to give it a try.

As the "advanced currency" given by the emperor, it is obviously overkill to exchange some healing potions.

However, the emperor thoughtfully offered the workers a jaw-dropping price.

(1 power of hope == 1 can of medicine for four people)

From the communication mixed with noise and echoes, Carl got an unsatisfactory offer.

This directly announced that Karl planned to use the medical machine servant to save people, and his plan to use the power of hope was completely aborted.

But that's not all the information Karl has.

(Damn, why is there noise here too?)

Since there was no communication noise on the upper floor of the Bottom Nest, and there was communication noise on the lower floor of the Bottom Nest, he drew a terrible conclusion.

(Oh my god, don't ribs live under the ground?)

(Note: The mechanism explains that the tombs of space necromancers are generally mixed with black stone structures. The black stones in these structures that are in a state of suppressing psionic energy will suppress subspace energy, including communication with the emperor.)
However, this is only a speculation for the time being, and he will not jump to conclusions without more samples.

Soon, with a heavy heart, Carl began his upward journey back.

The only good news is that all the materials previously "ordered" by Karl are lying quietly where they should be.

And Karl didn't waste time, assembling while walking.

So when he returned to Franco's hut, a bolt gun + electromagnetic gun that at least wouldn't explode was perfectly baked.

Of course, perfect is a bit of an exaggeration.

After all, as far as appearance is concerned, this thing looks quite unique.

But soon, Carl's attention was attracted by other things.

He felt uncomfortable, as if there was a huge repulsive force pushing Carl away from the girl.

And this also explains why such "goods" can only be changed hands in the end.

But is Carl that kind of guy?
He is definitely not greedy.

In fact, the main reason why he brought the girl back was because of her fighting potential.

The Untouchables have a strong suppressive power against the evil things in the subspace.

This is why the Emperor formed the Sisters of Silence.

To give an example: in the Greenskin War a long time ago, a waaagh energy bomb released by taking advantage of the untouchable characteristic of the Silent Sisters severely damaged the waaagh boss of the orcs many times.

So, with an extremely pure heart, Karl was going to say hello friendly first.

But it's a pity that he doesn't have a lot of experience in this area, so in the end he only choked out one sentence after holding it in for a long time.

"Well, my name is Carl, what's your name?"

Hearing this, the girl replied cautiously in a thin voice: "999.41.1342"

This answer can't be straightened out by Karl.

Could it be that this group of black rats have been brainwashed?

But on second thought, it's not surprising.

After all, in the millennium of No.40, memories have been studied countless times.

The first step in making a servitor is to delete memory in a targeted manner.

And it's not surprising that the Black Rats are using this technology on their "merchandise" for other purposes.

No way, Karl had to change his mind.

After all, he has just come from 3k, and in his opinion, he needs a companion, not a slave who can only execute orders mechanically.

So he endured the feeling of being repelled and squeezed in his soul, and continued to ask: "Then tell me what you remember, or I won't be able to help you."

But contrary to Karl's expectations, the girl did not answer Karl's question.

Instead, he ran forward directly, grabbed Carl by the corner of his clothes, and shook his head.

(Hey guy, the Black Rat Gang has been deleted?)
Karl's first reaction when he saw this was, okay, Black Rat Gang, you have done all kinds of bad things.

But on second thought, he might delete all of them to prevent future troubles.

After all, no technical priest wants to be backstabbed by his own machine servant at a critical moment.

This is No.40, a millennium world.

Confusion, despair, selfishness.

At this moment, Carl's brain was roaring.

Looking at the photo of Franco and Feili on the wall, a novel idea suddenly popped up in Carl's mind.

After all, just because others can't do it doesn't mean Karl can't do it.

1/10 of the knowledge of the mechanical scriptures is enough to support him to complete this unprecedented feat.

After simulating and demonstrating the feasibility and stability of this connection transformation matrix again in his mind, Karl let out a long sigh of relief.

Looking at the girl with a pitiful face, who was tightly clutching the corner of Karl's clothes, Karl sighed, "Oh, it's lucky that you met me."

But the plan is in place, and Carl can't conjure the corresponding materials out of thin air.

Taking another look at the lovely and pitiful girl, Karl finally couldn't bear to let her go out and find a place to live.

(Hey, No.40 people of a millennium, you really lost too many things.)
Silently set an alarm clock for 4 hours later, endured the discomfort all over and lay down on the metal sofa.

Gradually, Karl found that he seemed to be getting used to it.

At least I won't feel like my soul is going to be rejected like I did at the beginning.

So after eating a pack of salt crackers with bottled water.

Carl finally forced himself to sleep.

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(End of this chapter)