Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 42 Found it!
In a state of psychic perception, Ron overlooked the six or seven residential areas around the Sacred Square.

Those residential areas vary in size.

Closest to the Sacred Square is the administrative residential area, which is mostly crowded apartment buildings with small activity areas between the units.

Further ahead are several large communities with dozens of floors, and each building is like an independent little world.

In order to save space, the space here is extremely dense.

Like stacked containers, it is divided into cage-like single rooms without even windows.

The outermost area is a huge shantytown, where most of the houses are made of dilapidated materials, and some are even just simple iron sheds that can barely provide shelter.

The shanties are arranged in an intricate manner, the spaces are small and dark, like a disordered maze.

These residential areas have their own ecological units, which are extremely complex and contain too many unknown dark spaces.

It is extremely difficult to conduct a thorough investigation.

However, these are not impossible things for Ron now.

Now he possesses god-like authority, and his psychic sensing range can easily cover all residential areas that need to be checked.

In this state, the power of hope is consumed very quickly.

But this alone is not enough, he needs a clearer and more specific feeling.

Ron gritted his teeth and increased the depth of his psychic perception again, and his psychic awareness completely enveloped those residential areas.

This depth of psychic perception even allows him to clearly "see" small bedbugs in residential areas that are almost invisible to the naked eye.

It can be said that everything within the range of psychic sensing is within his observation range!
But in this way, the amount of information that needs to be received doubles.

A huge amount of information instantly flooded into Ron's brain, almost bursting his brain!

He groaned as intense pain came over him, and he almost lost the connection with his psychic core.

However, Ron held on and successfully got what he wanted.

He found those evildoers!

There are dozens of evil followers, who are hiding in various residential areas, disguised as normal residents.

He quickly locked onto the specific locations of those evildoers and marked them down.

At the same time, Ron felt an even more terrible malice, which was frightening.

That is not something a living person can emit.

But it is the chaotic power of pure evil!
Those powers were stored in a dozen glass bottles, emitting a faint blue light.

Ron finally understood that this was the enemy's real method.

Although I don’t know what those things are used for yet.

But he had a feeling that if those things were leaked, something terrible would happen!
To avoid any accidents, Ron carefully marked the glass bottles that contained evil things.

As soon as he finished marking, his consciousness began to withdraw, and the feeling of omniscience and omnipotence disappeared!

Then his consciousness rebounded and slammed heavily onto his body.

Ron regained consciousness, his face turned pale, and he could barely stand.

That was the consequence of overusing strength, and 50,000 points of hope power were completely consumed.

However, he has become accustomed to this feeling.

"Once the little sun's energy is restored, perhaps this situation will not happen again..."

Ron walked into the office, holding his waist, and leaned on the governor's throne.

He was tired and wanted to rest, but he couldn't.

He had to hurry and record the information he had just received.

After taking a deep breath, he picked up the data tablet and began to operate, carefully marking one location after another on the 3D map of those residential areas.

Not long after, Ron called Bayev in.

"Governor, we are ready to execute your orders at any time."

Bayev believes that the Royal Court District has no other choice.

The Governor will inevitably take comprehensive cleansing measures.

But he was wrong.

Ron handed the data pad to Bayev and instructed:

"The map contains the exact locations of all the evildoers. Fifteen of them are carrying terrifying Chaos biological weapons. We must not give them the chance to release those evil things!"

Bayev flipped through the map data on the data tablet.

It was so detailed and clear that it even recorded their movements! He glanced at Ron subconsciously. What a terrifying power this was.

That is simply not something that a mortal can do!

"Any questions?"

Bayev quickly shook his head: "No, this map is enough."

No matter what power the Governor used.

It could be the power of the God-Emperor, mysterious witchcraft and magic, or perhaps a deal with Chaos.

These were not things he, as a servant, could spy on.

Unless the owner reveals the secret on his own initiative.

His family education had engraved this iron rule deeply into his instincts, and he dared not transgress it in any way.

This is the lesson of blood.

The family of the previous steward was sent to the bottom nest because of their usurpation of power and their attempt to pry into their master's secrets.

If their bloodline was still there, they would now be digging for food in a garbage dump filled with pollution.

It is precisely because the Koton family, to which Bayev belongs, is good at learning lessons from history.

Only then could they serve the Grant family for nearly two thousand years and remain standing.

Ron was also very satisfied with Bayev, a subordinate who had a sense of boundaries, and continued to tell him the important details on the map.

He warned:

"The safety of those residential areas is in your hands. Try to minimize casualties!"

"Yes, I will control the situation and ensure the safety of the people!"

Bayev made a promise.

The Governor has provided sufficient help.

With such detailed information, if he still can't solve the problem, then there is no point in his existence as the general manager.

Compared with the problems that would come next, Bayev was more worried about the Governor's health.

After all, for the Royal Court District, the Governor’s noble bloodline is of paramount importance.

He looked at Ron, somewhat worriedly.

The Governor now looks weaker than before. Could it be the backlash of some kind of power?
"Governor, I think you can go and rest. Leave the rest to me. I will take care of it."

Bayev said firmly.

The only thing he can do now is to handle the matter properly and solve the problems for the Governor!

"Okay, go do your work..."

Ron nodded and completely delegated the power to Bayev to handle the matter.

Let's leave the next matters to this steward, after all, he is more experienced in this area.

He has always adhered to the creed that professional matters should be left to professionals.

As the governor, he only needs to decide who to do it.

Ron pressed the bell on the table and called the head maid Linda.

He couldn't hold on any longer and needed to rest.

When Linda came in, she was very nervous when she saw that the Governor looked pale.

"Your Excellency the Governor..."

Ron interrupted her:

"I'm going to rest. If there is any emergency, you must wake me up immediately!"

After saying this, he was so exhausted that he could no longer suppress his sleepiness. He tilted his head into Linda's arms and fell into a deep sleep.

This almost scared Linda.

But he heaved a sigh of relief after discovering that there was nothing wrong with the Governor's vital signs and that he was really just sleeping.

Linda called the maids and sent the Governor to bed to rest.

While Ron was sleeping, Bayev hurried to the operations room of the Military Affairs Department.

It's going to be a long night!

(End of this chapter)