Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 19 Franco's Decision (Character Chapter)
Walking alone in the dark tunnel, Franco kept thinking about the guy he met yesterday who called himself Carl.

In fact, since Franco left the Inquisition, very few people have interested Franco.

Franco, who thought he had seen through everything in the world, joined the Tongxin Society according to his inner wish.

Franco knew exactly what this group of people was made of, but what he wanted could only exist in this kind of place.

But in fact, Franco also knew that even if the other party really gave him that promise, the possibility of it being fulfilled was very slim.

After all, Franco, who has been a judge's servant for hundreds of years, knows the routine of this group of people very well.

But this time, Franco finally experienced the original thoughts of the heretics who were "judged" by him before.

A wish that cannot be fulfilled, beyond the parting of life and death.

If the Emperor cannot fulfill the desires of the people, then pin your hope on the mercy that the Four Gods may have.

And in this regard, Franco, who was a servant of the former judge, is also very clear.

Life and death, which are insurmountable for mortals, are nothing more than grids on a chessboard in the eyes of some beings.

If necessary, the "he" standing in a higher dimension will not take into account these rules and regulations that only mortals need to abide by.

Thinking of this, Franco felt a little mentally exhausted.

So Franco kicked in his pocket subconsciously.

But when Franco took out the familiar cigarette box, he found that there was only the last spiritual food left in it.

After sighing the injustice of fate, Franco silently covered the lighter with his hand, and lit the last cigarette for himself.

Blowing out a puff of smoke, Franco briefly broke free from the internal friction that had lasted for decades.

(I don't know Karl, which god sent the messenger to spread corruption.)
(But anyway, if I hold this thigh, maybe my wish can be fulfilled.)
(In short, I will go to the headquarters to take a look later. If they don't know that Carl is coming, then I will make a lot of money!)

Anyway, so far, Franco has never seen a "messenger" who sold 100 Skyhawk coins.

(That person must be more or less a demon-level existence. After all, only such a level of existence can be immune to the influence of the thin emperor's power on the Skyhawk coin.)
Thinking of this, Franco immediately shifted his thoughts to other places.

After all, there are no monsters and ghosts in the headquarters of the Tongxinhui. Now Franco is very afraid that the thigh he just hugged will be snatched away.

Missing this opportunity, Franco is almost certain that the realization of his wish will once again become elusive.

Thinking of this, he silently quickened his pace.

Soon Franco came to a door that looked like an abandoned wall.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull seat!"

While shouting loudly, Franco inserted his right hand into a mechanism without blinking.

In an instant, a piercing pain spread through Franco's whole body like an electric current along Franco's right hand.

(Damn it, the last one should have been saved for now.)
Of course, this was just a simple "trial", and the other party was just confirming Franco's identity to him.

So after 1 minute, the pain of reaching orgasm began to gradually fade away.

Seeing this situation, Franco immediately pulled his hand out of the hole.

At the same time, with the completion of the verification, the wall slowly unfolded to both sides amidst the rumbling sound.

After Franco walked into the inside of the wall, the unfolded wall gradually closed again, returning to its previous appearance of dilapidated ruins.

Going all the way, Franco soon came to the destination of this trip - the Blood Council Hall.

Just like the name of this building, the ground inside is covered with a layer of blood all the time.

And the bottom layer of the Blood Council Hall is responsible for the scheduling of the Concentric Association in this area.

As usual, Franco took a skull with the number 13 on it, and then sat straight in a corner with a special meaning.

Now Franco only hopes to get things done quickly, and the sooner he leaves here, the better.

As soon as Franco took his seat, a half-humanoid creature next to him immediately came over smelling the stench of money.

"Hey, look, isn't this Franco, why do I smell a bad smell on you?"

Hearing this, Franco didn't panic at all, and immediately gave the person a look that you understand.

"Oh, you can still get this thing, I don't know what kind of shit luck you have."

Hearing the jealous voice of the other party, Franco was slightly satisfied.

After all, 100 Sky Eagle Coins is enough for Franco to go up there for half a year. (Note: next nest)

But it's cool and refreshing, Franco didn't forget the business, and hurriedly took out a small note written in advance and handed it to the other party.

After the black merchant took Franco's note, he frowned and said seriously: "I can't help you if you want to go to the upper nest, but I can tell you that Teska in the B-3 area in the lower nest has doorway."

Hearing this, Franco immediately understood the meaning of the words, and quickly patted his chest to promise that he would bring back some local products for the black merchants this trip.

After making the promise, Franco pretended to be casual and asked: "I heard that a big person is coming recently?"

How could the black merchant dare to answer this question, so he could only immediately issue an order to evict Franco.

After bidding farewell to the black merchant, Franco immediately ran to the counter that was already urging him, and completed the declaration of going out.

(In fact, I just took over a task related to nesting.)
But in a place that Franco couldn't see, the black businessman turned around and discussed other matters with =record damage=.

==encrypted meeting minutes==
Black Merchant: Shouldn't that Franco be dealt with? I think the scheduled outbreak of corruption is almost here, and it will definitely affect his hut by then.

=Record Corruption=: Don't worry, if the corruption erupts on time, he will die in the nest.

Black merchant: So if the outbreak of corruption is delayed, how should we deal with this Franco?

=Record Corruption=: Are you questioning the capabilities of the bombers and snipers?

Black merchant: I dare not dare, after all, those two are not ordinary mass-produced corrupters.

=Record Damaged=: It’s good that you know, make your position clear, don’t ask if you shouldn’t.

Black merchant: Yes yes yes!

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Of course, these conversations were unknown to Franco.

After receiving the task, Franco embarked on the road to join Karl as scheduled.

Playing with the two bills in his hand, he was imagining how to spend his 100 Skyhawk coins.

After all, Franco knew of some special channels to cash out a small amount of Skyhawk coins.

After all, it is impossible for such a huge nest to be full of honest workers.

Don't underestimate the creativity of human beings under the system of chaotic exploitation.

Referring to those planets in history that were also blocked by warp space storms, once Symmetra began to dim, all kinds of corruption would quickly fill these abandoned dark corners.

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(End of this chapter)