Chapter 488 You Are a Regular Customer

She looked closely and found that Political Commissar Kane was really popular with women, even better than Lin Fan.

In the early years of 919.M41, when he was fighting against the Genestealers, he had close contact with a mature female police officer who was ten years older than him. He also had some unspeakable secrets with a plump Mechanicus girl on the world of Peria. God knows how he found spare time to do math problems while hunting orcs.

In the Gravalax incident of 931.M41, he and the Tau Empire dealt with a Genestealer sect that attempted to provoke a war between the Tau Empire and the Human Empire. During this period, he met the female judge of the Alien Tribunal, Weir, and spent a sweet time with the sexy daughter of the Governor.

It's really interesting. No wonder she cares so much about Kane, and she wants to trick him into bed. What is this saying? A beautiful woman passes under the crotch, and the Emperor stays in his heart. If people in the world learn from me, they will fall into the devil's way.

Slaanesh thought so and chuckled, then a face that Cain was very familiar with appeared, that is, the headmistress whose head he had blown up with a bolter.

"Commissar Cain, do you still remember me?"

Looking at Slaanesh's familiar and beautiful green eyes, Commissar Cain coughed twice, indicating that he preferred blonde girls. Slaanesh leaned on Lin Fan with a smile, thinking that Cain was becoming more and more interesting.

In other words, when Lin Fan came to the throne, he would definitely attract Khorne, and now Lin Fan had been here for so long and didn't hear the thundering drums of war. He still remembered that Khorne said he would not let him go.

"He is now expanding his army, forging a legion next to the furnace day and night. I am beginning to suspect that he has changed his job to become a blacksmith. But you just need to focus on your work, we will keep an eye on him."

"What about him? Don't you have anything to say to him?"

The Emperor knew that Lin Fan was referring to Perturabo. He was silent for a long time, and finally sighed tiredly, "You handle it. After all, you know him better than I do."

"Okay."

As soon as the voice fell, Lin Fan's vision became distorted and fluttering. He waved goodbye to Slaanesh and the Emperor, and the three returned to the real world again.

Commissar Kane took off his hat and saluted Lin Fan. He had to find a bar to sit down and digest the large amount of information he had just received.

Lin Fan signaled Erica to follow Commissar Kane and keep an eye on him to make sure he didn't talk nonsense or do anything stupid after drinking.

Coming out of the secret room, outside was Delia who had been waiting for a long time and Perturabo who was locked in the "freezer".

"Come on, Diliya, find a place for this big fool to live. They have nothing to do."

Lin Fan and Diliya were busy building a new room for Perturabo, while Colonel Erica followed the somewhat distraught Commissar Kane.

"Oh. It's you."

Commissar Kane heard the sound of military boots behind him, and when he looked back, he saw Erica's agile figure running towards him.

Stop and salute, just like all Krieg soldiers would do, Erica told Commissar Kane her purpose.

"The commander asked me to supervise you not to do stupid things."

"Okay, okay, there's nothing stupid to do, I cherish my life very much."

Commissar Kane waved his hand at Erica, telling her to do her own thing, but Erica would not listen to him.

Looking at Erica's persistence, Commissar Kane sighed, and then let the colonel of Krieg Dalian follow behind him.

I really need to find some strong liquor to drink. Commissar Kane thought so, and driven by this idea, he walked along the newly built wide street until a small temporary camp appeared in his field of vision.

This place looks like a shack built next to a construction site, but the building materials are not all kinds of scrap steel, rotten tiles and broken wood, but the fine wood sent from the agricultural production area.

Based on the magical effect of Jinkela, the first thing that developed on this planet was agriculture, and then the timber industry. Large and small wooden shacks became temporary residences for residents. These huge trees became hard and tough after drying and processing. After being painted, they can be used for at least a thousand years.

However, it is better to use quick-concrete and ceramic steel to block the shooting and shells of weapons, which is safer.

The camp was filled with the fragrance of fruits and vegetables, as well as the smell of brewed wine. The people in it finished a day's work and were gathering in groups of three or two, eating with their bowls in their hands.

Among them were both local residents and Star Army soldiers, but the two had no intersection or common language.

After passing a group of soldiers who saluted him and returned the salute appropriately, Political Commissar Kane found a large military tent. He lifted the door curtain and heard noisy conversations and a stronger smell of alcohol.

"Who asked for slag wine just now? Where are the people?" A rough voice sounded, "Domian, you are too clumsy! Killing orcs is so exciting, and pouring wine into the glass is not a technical job!"

In the bar built with empty ammunition boxes, a sturdy figure was busy. His muscles and the shiny bald head were the most obvious.

"Hey! Old Qiao Ke!" Political Commissar Kane greeted Old Qiao Ke with a smile, and then sat on the ammunition box.

"I understand, the old rules, right."

Old Joe was not flattered by the arrival of Political Commissar Kane. Instead, he poured out various drinks from the bottles and cans behind him, mixed them together and shook them a few times, and finally poured them into a heavy machine gun shell.

"The strong fruit wine you wanted."

Political Commissar Kane took the shell, pulled Erica, who was looking around like a curious baby, to sit beside him, and then took a sip of the wine in the shell.

Ha!

A hot and spicy drink went straight into Political Commissar Kane's throat, and then the pain was covered by the fruit fragrance rising from his stomach, leaving only a sweet aftertaste between his lips and teeth.

Political Commissar Kane praised Old Joe for using fruit residue to make wine, but the latter just touched his bald head, saying that it was all a skill stolen from the Catachan people, and then he was busy with his business.

However, although it is called business, there is actually no money to be made. They have not been here for a long time, and even the most basic foundation has not been built.

Old Jock, a strong guy, can't sit still at all. After a busy morning, he has to ask his brothers in the agricultural area for some pomace to make wine in the evening.

It is really dangerous for the army to drink too much. Alcohol can make people dull and forget their duties to the emperor in a daze.

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