Chapter 7 Trading
Generally speaking, politicians are very professional if they can realize 20% of their promises. Most of them often forget about their previous promises after cheating their support.

The difference with Russell is that he really intends to fully deliver on his promise.

By the end of the tripartite meeting, it was nearly midnight.

The bishop of the state religion hurried out of the governor's mansion to prepare for the propaganda with the congregation, while the Gauss representative of the Mechanicus was not in a hurry to leave.

He was sitting opposite Russell, even though there was a round table away, Russell could still feel the scarlet light coming from the prosthetic eye on the left side of his face.

He knew that this hungry seeker would not leave without getting something.

Russell was prepared for this, he clapped his hands lightly, and the door of the meeting room was gently pushed open.

A young girl dressed as a maid walked into the door and placed a silver disc beside Gauss, the representative of the technical priest.There was nothing unusual about the plate itself, but what was on it attracted the attention of two eyes, one real and one fake, on Gauss's face at the same time.

It is a save file for storing data, a style commonly used by empires.

"This... this is..." Gauss' voice trembled slightly.

"A standard manufacturing template for an ancient machine called 'Replicator Terminal', and several pre-technologies for manufacturing it are also stored in it."

The girl wearing a maid skirt said softly: "A complete copying machine terminal, which can scan and store molecular-level information of various objects, and achieve mass production through a method similar to copying..."

Before the words fell, the mechanical hand stretched out from behind Gauss impatiently grabbed the save file on the table.

"Wan, God of Myriad Opportunities..."

Gently and carefully, he slowly inserted the save disk into the brain-computer interface at his left ear, and began to read the data inside, with an extremely devout gesture, as if on a pilgrimage.

Just 30 seconds later, Gauss pulled the save file from his ear tremblingly and put it back in the center of the plate. His own body slid off the chair and fell to his knees.

Although he faced Russell when he knelt down, Russell knew that Gauss was not kneeling, but this save file.

Thirty seconds is not enough to browse through all the design data of the replicator terminal, but the small part of the information read in such a short period of time is enough to make him exclaim the miracle and pay homage to this ordinary save file.

Such things as replicator terminals are nothing magical for the empire, but in a small place like Falla, even the Mechanic Society here has never seen anything in the world.

Gauss chanted sacrificial words that Russell could not understand, and repeatedly praised the God of Myriad Opportunities in different accents for 13 times. Then he got up from the ground trembling slightly, and carefully placed the save file on the table into his chest cavity—in the same place as his mechanical heart.

At this time, Gauss looked at Russell with extremely fanatical eyes, and the only remaining human eyeball was burning with endless greed and piety. His voice was hoarse, and he said slowly: "God of all opportunities..."

The maid next to her frowned, her tender little face was full of disgust.

Russell smiled politely at Gauss, and said: "I need you to spread these technologies publicly, and you are not allowed to hide them. After completing this work, there will be more other ancient technologies that you need to study and decipher."

"There are still more! There are more?!"

The great sense of happiness almost short-circuited Gauss's brain. It took him several minutes to force himself to calm down, and he bowed deeply and deeply towards Russell: "Yes, yes, I will give, my everything..."

Gauss is gone.

The girl dressed as a maid came to Russell around the table, tilted her head to look at him, and asked curiously, "Why did the Marshal specifically ask him not to hide anything?"

"People in the Society of Mechanics are all like this. They have incomprehensible religious fanaticism for knowledge and technology. They are keen to seek lost knowledge and advanced technology. They store it like a hamster and never share it with others. They keep it in the coffin."

Russell felt a little overwhelmed as he spoke, so he shook his head and smiled and said, "If I don't use more knowledge as a bait, he would rather die than show that save file to anyone else."

With his hands on his hips, Hui Feng sighed helplessly: "You hopeless guy, no wonder Marshal chose the Imperial Truth faction instead of them."

Russell was noncommittal.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something again: "By the way, Gray Wind, why did you look at Gauss with that disdainful look just now? Did he do any tricks?"

Gray Wind shook his head: "No, it's not a small move. But at the moment when Gauss just got the save file, my sensor detected some kind of reaction in his reproductive system. To put it simply, he fell in love with the save file."

Well, this is oily.

Russell was even more convinced.

After despising Gauss with Gray Wind for 5 minutes, Russell stood up from his chair, stretched himself, and walked towards the door of the meeting room.

"Let's go, Gray Wind, I'm going back to my room."

"Great!"

Gray Feng's eyes lit up, and he trotted happily to follow, with great interest:

"Marshal Ni fell asleep before finishing the story last night... I want to know what happened to Vulcan, the Lord of Fire Dragons? Did he really perish with the beasts? Couldn't he be resurrected?... You must finish the story today before you can sleep!"

Russell rubbed his dark circles, thinking that this marshal is inferior~

I have to say that Warhammer 40K is indeed an extremely complex story system.

At first, Russell just planned to explain the world view here to Gray Wind for future actions, but as he talked, there were more and more things to talk about.

After all, to explain the extreme rejection of artificial intelligence by humans, it is natural to inevitably mention the Iron Man Rebellion;
To explain the relationship between Astartes and Chaos Astartes, one has to talk about the Horus Rebellion;

Pulled around and moved the whole body.

Fortunately, Gray Wind didn't dislike listening to stories, rather, he liked them very much.

At present, Russell has just talked about the end of the Beast War and the fall of the Fire Dragon Lord. Gray Wind has been haunting him, and he will not let him sleep until he finishes this paragraph.

Perhaps in Gray Wind's long and boring life, few people would accompany it like this and tell it new things.

Glory and courage, betrayal and anger, arrogance and prejudice...all of these are so novel to this life aggregated by nano-robots.

"...If the Horus Rebellion broke the backbone of the human empire, then the Beast War drained the empire of its flesh and blood. Since then, this country has essentially died, leaving only a rotten and swollen corpse. It can only rely on its huge size and religious fanaticism to maintain its existence until now."

(End of this chapter)

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