Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 5 Former Judge Servant Franco

In just an instant, the Khorne gaze value in Karl's mind increased by 10%
He froze in place in fright.

However, he was not sure whether this was due to the increased attention he gained from hunting the Nurgle hounds, or the ghost of the unknown man in black in front of him.

No way, the current information is too little.

So Karl decided to wait and see what happened.

However, Karl secretly prepared to fight for his life, and silently replaced the laser rifle in his hand with a new battery.

Seeing that Karl didn't reply, the man in black took off his mask and lit a cigarette.

After taking a deep breath, he introduced himself.

"My name is Franco. Someone reported that the processing equipment was down today. Let me come down to see what's going on."

Having said that, Franco took out his ID card and a compressed biscuit from the backpack behind him, and held it up to Carl.

"This is my employment certificate, let me write it now."

Looking at the scarred face behind the mask, which was still within the range of normal people, Karl finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Carl couldn't tell whether the certificate in Franco's hand was real or not, the compressed biscuit had already attracted all of Carl's attention.

In an instant, the hunger that had been suppressed all day burst out instantly.

The Emperor's blessing is at best food for thought.

It can make you temporarily forget the pain of the body, forget the hunger, cold and fatigue.

But this kind of spiritual food cannot solve practical problems after all.

So the moment he saw the compressed biscuit, Carl completely surrendered.

Even if you die, you can't be a starving ghost! ! !
However, in the process of receiving the compressed biscuits, Carl's left hand still did not leave the laser rifle in his hand.

Seeing this, Franco didn't mind.

Instead, he took the initiative to turn around and head to the sewer facilities operation desk.

After fiddling with the console for a while, Franco froze in front of the console.

Franco, who took off his hood, scratched his short hair, and murmured in a dazed voice while holding a manual in his hand: "Something's wrong, why can't the door close??? "

Of course, the culprit of this incident obviously knew why.

I saw Karl doing three things, five times and two times, enduring the various irritating smells coming from his nose, and after eliminating the compressed biscuits given by Franco, he turned around and walked back to the entrance door.

Seeing this situation, Franco didn't say a word.

Franco had seen too many people like Karl.

That biscuit will be Carl's reward for helping him eliminate the Nurgle Hound.

Franco thought of this while fiddling with the failed joystick.

But soon it was Franco's turn to be dumbfounded.

I saw Karl running to the door and fiddling with some lines that Franco couldn't understand at all, and the door actually began to lower slowly.

At this time, the joystick in Franco's hand was still in the up gear.

Obviously this thing can't be repaired by myself.

So Franco looked at Karl with a strange look in his eyes.

"You know how to operate these machines, why are you here?"

Looking at Franco who didn't even notice that the cigarette in his mouth dropped to the ground, Karl could only respond in silence.

Carl doesn't know how to explain his identity.

In fact, this cannot be explained at all.

It is impossible for a bottom nest survivor to be able to operate these "ancient" machines that even tech priests feel overwhelmed.

As a former judge, Franco, who was extremely sensitive to these things, immediately noticed the strangeness in this matter.

Franco pulled out a revolver from his back on the spot.

This "huge" revolver was called the Inquisitor by Franco.

Over the centuries, the Inquisitor has brought an end to countless xenos and traitors.

Every scratch on the handle of this revolver represents a heretic on trial.

And now, the revolver is confronting the laser rifle in Carl's hand.

Facing the sudden smell of gunpowder, although Karl can roughly figure out the way.

But without knowing Franco's identity, Karl just felt baffled.

After all, closing the door by himself is not entirely for Franco's mission.

As I said before, the noise will attract those walking corpses around you.

And the noise emitted by the door stuck in the air, no need for Karl to guess, has attracted a large number of walking corpses who are joining the battlefield.

Carl, who is pressed for time, can't waste his precious time here.

So the two sides stalemate in a strange atmosphere.

However, this atmosphere did not last long.

"Oh, that's all, I'm sorry, I'm too nervous."

In the end, this inexplicable confrontation ended with Franco first putting down the revolver in his hand.

And this seemed to remind Franco of something.

Carl vaguely saw some yellow light reflected by the salt water in Franco's eyes.

However, Carl, who is highly emotional, didn't ask, but just silently wrote down the information.

Then the two sides once again fell into embarrassment.

Franco looked at the cigarette butts that had fallen into the pus on the ground and wondered what he was thinking.

Seeing this situation, Karl could only take the lead in making his own appeal.

Looking at the dazed Franco, Carl said in a serious and serious tone: "Take me up, and I will pay according to the market price."

Hearing this, Franco didn't say much.

Standing up silently, motioned Karl to follow.

In fact, Franco never thought that Karl would pay as scheduled.

Because Franco is not in the mood to entangle with these small money at this time.

Besides, Franco has also been deprived of the right to be a judge since that dereliction of duty.

After all, for the Tribunal, there is no middle option between loyalty and betrayal.

So even if Karl's behavior is strange, it's not something that Franco should care about now.

Franco had long since lost most of his interest in this slowly dying world.

The praise of Carl before was purely out of conditioned reflex.

But for the current Franco --- helping heretics like him is something that is in line with his status.

Of course, Karl is completely unaware of Franco's identity and current position.

After all, for him, Franco is a temporary employment object.

This kind of emotionally unstable teammate is at risk of explosion at any time.

Carl didn't dare to take him in at all.

As long as he can bring Carl to the previous room with the Inquisition logo, Franco's mission will be completed.

Although Karl is still not very clear about the market quotation for such an escort mission, it must definitely not exceed 100 Skyhawk coins.

So, with completely different ideas and positions, the two walked towards the pipeline leading to the bottom nest city together.

Fortunately, the Emperor blesses you.

Since the pipeline equipment is currently in temporary maintenance mode, it has not been filled with the sewage for the time being.

Therefore, the diving suit that Karl prepared before was no longer needed.

To avoid trouble, he hid it directly in the control room.

There was no words all the way, but the destination of this journey was so true that Karl did not expect it.

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(End of this chapter)