Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 97 A-2 Throne Area

Putting on the slightly heavy backpack this time again, Karl embarked on the journey alone again.

The train drove through the chaotic and dirty bottom nest, crossed the industrial area that was close to shutdown, and finally stopped at the station in the A-2 area of ​​the bottom nest.

Looking at the towering and majestic Gothic buildings around him, it was difficult for Karl to connect this place with the lower nest.

But a closer look reveals clues.

These seemingly splendid architectural areas are actually decayed.

Why is the lower nest divided into zones 1-3? In fact, this is the reason.

At a certain stage in the development of the hive capital, this is actually an area called the middle hive.

At that time, the division of the entire Hive City was also different from what it is now.

At that time, the nest was divided into bottom nest-lower nest-middle nest-upper nest-spire.

But with the gradual growth of the hive capital, hundreds of years later, the originally built bottom hive could no longer meet the original industrial needs.

Just like a teenager grows into a middle-aged person, Nest City is an urban complex that is always growing.

So the managers on Frank III decided to continue to add buildings.

Of course, this is also a common practice in the world of the imperial hive.

So the original (lower nest-middle nest-upper nest) was merged into the lower nest.

From then on, the only difference between them is a series of assigned layer codes.

Of course, Karl didn't come here for tourism this trip. As the car door opened, a fresh air that was incompatible with the surrounding environment rushed over.

It was also this artificially mixed scent that reminded him that Area A-2 was an administrative area.

Different from those industrial areas, even though it looks dilapidated on the outside, it has all the facilities that should be enjoyed.

But even so, there is still a big gap between this place and the real Shangchao (rich area).

At least here, Karl didn't see any "beauty".

At this time, No.40 has been two thousand years old, and for human beings, almost everything except the head can be replaced.

Therefore, beauty in the traditional sense is no longer appropriate.

Compared with the standard old Terran aesthetic in the court and upper nobles, the middle class of these throne areas prefer "distinctive gameplay".

Putting aside the strange thoughts in his head, he walked out of the station all the way.

Carl, who had just stepped out of the grand gate of the station, was not in a hurry to leave.

Because he knew that what he swiped just now was the identity card Kaya gave him.

If there is no accident, Franco will come to pick him up later.

During this short intermission, he decided to add a meal.

After all, Bottom Nest was about to suffer a famine, so naturally there was nothing to eat on the train.

The only thing Karl saw was a man selling roast rats.

After some ideological struggle, he still decided to endure it for a while.

Although it's not impossible to eat it, he still can't accept it when he has other choices.

Looking around, Carl quickly found a restaurant that was still open.

After finding a secluded corner and sitting down alone, he randomly ordered a few on the menu that he couldn't understand at all.

Of course, it's not completely incomprehensible. Karl can understand every word above, but he can't understand what it means when connected.

"leather flavored bench"

"White Sofa on Fire"

Anyway, this peculiar taste has once again refreshed Carl's understanding of this group of bottom nest "middle class".

Of course, the features here are not only the names of the dishes, but also the prices of the dishes.

Fortunately, he has long since escaped from Franc's vulgar interests, and has thrown himself into the arms of the power of hope.

Otherwise, after simply reading the price, Karl estimated that he should get up and run away.

A few simple dishes cost him 17800 francs.

Even with crazy price increases on food, is that a little too dark.

But after thinking about it, Karl was relieved that this was not even worth 2 Skyhawk coins.

I, Carl, am a dignified God of the Emperor, so it’s not too much to eat something good!
And just as Carl was making excuses for his extravagance, two people seemed to come to the table next to him.

After ordering, Carl, who had nothing to do, began to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two.

"Brother, is it too wasteful for us to come to this restaurant?"

"It doesn't matter, let's eat first, I will treat you today."

After finishing speaking, Karl saw the two order a lot of dishes.

While Carl was peeping, the "leather-flavored bench" and "fire-burning white sofa" he ordered were also brought up.

Seeing the finished product, Karl called it outrageous.

The "leather-flavored bench" turned out to be a plate of "barbecue with skin" placed in the shape of a bench.

The "white sofa roasted by fire" turned out to be a square "baguette".

But it’s a joke, at least it’s much better than salt crackers and black glue.

Although Carl found out that something was wrong after he gnawed it down.

After all, this thing is not so much meat as some kind of weird "meat-like compound".

But in fact, the gap is not so big that he can't accept it.

Maybe it's because he ate real meat all the year round in 3k, and it's still a bit uncomfortable to taste this weird product full of technology for the first time.

Thinking of this, Carl was relieved.

For "ordinary workers" in the next nest, 17800 francs is almost 3-4 months' salary.

It's no wonder that this store is located in the A-2 throne area, otherwise, the boss can only make it for himself.

And when Carl was slowly "tasting" the hard work of technology, the elder of the two at the next table seemed to have drunk too much.

He finally heard some useful news from the two people who were drinking at the next table.

To sum it up, native PDFs are enlisting on a massive scale.

This time, as a severe famine was spreading, joining the local PDF was almost the only way out for those unemployed workers.

And the elder brother of the two brothers sitting opposite Carl——Blake, just happened to be admitted to the local PDF force yesterday.

Holding 60W francs of "life money", today will be Black's last meal.

Of course, why PDF adopts such a "buyout system", Karl is not yet clear.

But it doesn't matter to him.

The person in front of him happened to be the nail he was looking for.

After clearing his throat, Carl patted the food residue on his body, and took out 60W francs from his pocket.

"I heard that you are going to join the local PDF?"

While asking questions, Karl shook a large stack of francs in his hand.

Seeing Carl's "weird" operation, even Blake, who was already drunk, woke up instantly.

Blake, who has been struggling in the nest all year round, knows that there is no free lunch in the world

Besides, Black really needs this sum of money at this moment.

If it weren't for the crazy increase in food prices and the fact that Black's mother needed a sum of money for medical treatment, Black would never have signed that agreement.

Because, Blake lied to everyone, including his brother.

That's not an agreement that formally joins the PDF at all.

At the moment, the last line of the agreement lying in Black's backpack reads.

=I voluntarily become a glorious cog of the God of Machines=
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(End of this chapter)