Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 40 02.0040: ‘Cat Lady Thief’

"There's really nothing we can do about it, which is a pity."

Horatio exhaled a sigh of relief and took out a thousand-dollar note from his pocket that Farida had given him. This was also the Gothic coin with the largest denomination.

Gothic coins are the currency issued by the Gothic sector. Its production process uses a large amount of promethium by-products. When pinched, it feels like a soft polymer product. It is waterproof, moisture-proof and corrosion-resistant. Just wipe off the dirt on it and it will Make it as new as new.

But this also means that once the Gothic coin is damaged, it cannot be repaired using conventional means. Any Gothic coin with any damage is suspected of being counterfeit and will not be recognized by the market.

Due to the important commercial status of Abyss Port, merchants and shipowners traveling in the star sea must carry Gothic coins in case of emergency. Therefore, Gothic coins have become another currency in the empire's economic and trade system after the 'Throne Coin' and the 'Aquila Coin'. An important currency.

Any world that is a little more prosperous will provide settlement and exchange services for these three currencies.

Horatio was used to using actions to pay in Ancient Terra, but he ended up using banknotes back in the 41st millennium, which always made him feel a little strange.

When Horatio pressed the brand new thousand-dollar bill on the table and pushed it towards the girl, she couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Oh my god, sir, why do you carry such a large denomination of banknotes on you?"

"Ah? What's wrong?"

"Usually only in super shopping malls in Shangchao will you carry such large denominations of Gothic coins to buy luxury goods. Here, if anyone sees it, all your money will be stolen in an instant!"

"Thanks for the reminder, I'll keep an eye on it." Horatio said gratefully.

[Oh my god, the nesters actually come to this place. I thought people in Vegas were all doing their own thing. ] The girl took the banknote in surprise and immediately walked away from the stage, looking around, worried about being seen.

"I don't have that much cash for you here. Please wait a moment while I go in to get the money."

"OK."

Horatio turned his back, leaning on the bar and drinking a drink, watching the man and the baker driving the truck carry the goods.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work today." The chef in a vest wiped the sweat from his forehead and handed the ordered money to the baker.

A middle-aged woman in the passenger seat of the truck was knitting cross-stitch. Through the window, she could see a lot of framed finished products placed in the back, which looked like goods for sale.

Sitting in the back seat was a quiet girl about ten years old. She was wearing a monotonous but clean floral dress. Compared to her mother's clothes, it was rare that there were no patches.

She looked around curiously with her large, watery blue-brown eyes, and soon she saw Horatio, who was looking at her.

Seeing the young man looking at him, the girl showed an innocent smile and waved to Horatio with the unique innocence of a child.

Horatio chuckled and waved back to her.

[Child, the hope of human civilization is still a rare heterochromatic pupil. It is really a cute little flower. ]

But Horatio didn't look at it for too long. His eyes quickly fell on a wad of paper under the car.

It was money that the baker had just collected. It fell out of his trouser leg not long after he kicked it into his pocket. There must have been a hole in the trouser pocket.

I saw the baker who had finished delivering the goods get into the car and was about to drive away.

Horatio shouted to the baker.

Then he raised his finger and pointed at the ground.

The baker heard the sound and looked over. At first he thought the young man wanted to buy bread, but when he looked where he pointed, he saw it was broken! It turned out that the money had fallen. He quickly got out of the car and picked up the money as quickly as possible.

I saw him taking out a sealed bag of white bread from the car and walking towards Horatio.

"Thank you very much, young man. Thanks to your reminder, otherwise the child's medicine money would be gone." The baker said with sincere gratitude: "I don't have anything better. Please accept this bag of white bread." Bar."

The baker looked apologetic. The young man's appearance showed that he was a respectable man, so giving him only a bag of white bread as a thank you seemed a bit cheap.

But Horatio knew that bread made from pure wheat flour without adding corpse starch was food that most people in Zhongchao, and even the baker himself, would not be willing to eat.

As the galactic war escalates, all kinds of flour have been placed under military control, with more than 60% of the production being given priority to the imperial army and nobles.

Before Horatio was imprisoned, wheat flour was almost bound to the upper nest. It was a food that the middle and lower nest people could not afford. Even the chef bought black bread with rye mixed with some oat flour.

"Give it to your daughter. She is still young and needs to grow."

Horatio raised his hand and declined.

"Sir, although I don't have much education, I still understand the principle of repaying a favor. Just accept it."

"No need, I'm not short of food," Horatio declined.

[I will enter Chuji Academy tomorrow, there is really no shortage. ] This was what Horatio was thinking, but he didn't want to scare the baker, so he kept it to himself.

While the two were excusing each other, Horatio felt like he was being touched.

[! ] Horatio's eyes suddenly opened and he subconsciously touched his pocket.

[Thief! ]

Horatio nimbly grabbed hold of the gray cloak passing by.

The thin figure hidden by the gray and black blouse was shocked, and he did not expect that the young man in front of him would be so sharp.

"Brother, be careful!" the baker shouted.

Half of a green and frightened little face was exposed under the gray robe. The knife used to open the pocket in his hand instinctively cut off the hand that Horatio had clamped on him.

Before the sharp knife cut his hand, Horatio had to let go, and the thief took the opportunity to flee in a panic, moving quickly.

But Horatio was not an ordinary person. He rushed forward quickly, grabbed the little hand holding the knife with one hand, and pressed the other party to the ground in an instant.

"I caught you, give me back the money! You little thief!" Horatio took the delicate knife from the girl's hand and pressed her to the ground.

"Gah!" The thief made a sound that was not human.

Her resistance was quite fierce, and her nails were very sharp. Just scratching randomly without any rules made Horatio unable to dodge in time, and a shallow cut was scratched on his cheek.

But with rich experience in catching, he quickly subdued the thin little thief and pressed him with his knee.

Horatio pulled off the other's gray robe and revealed his true face. He was stunned for a moment.

Because this guy was not a pure human.

The one pressed under him was a female half-cat hybrid, whose pupils had turned into narrow vertical slits due to stress.

This creature was a subhuman species. It was said that the cat people in the past were really a kind of upright big cat in the shape of a human, just like Bastetto in the ancient Terran Egyptian mythology.

But after being recognized and becoming a legal subhuman in the empire, there were always "warriors" among humans who dared to be the first to try it.

As a result, after several generations of hybridization, the existing half-cat people in the empire, such as the one in front of Horatio.

Except for the ears and tail, and a few cat-human features, she looked like an ordinary human girl, not much different from herself - this was also the assimilation policy encouraged by the empire.

But the terrified roar and the pupils that shrank into a narrow slit, as well as the burning pain on his face, made Horatio quickly realize that subhumans were subhumans after all. If a human was so thin and weak after being destroyed by life, it would be impossible for him to have the strength to hurt himself.

Seeing that the half-cat girl was still scratching around, Horatio twisted her arm with his backhand.

"Ah! Ouch--it hurts!" The half-cat girl finally made a human cry.

"Can you be more obedient?" Horatio slightly relaxed his knees that were pressing down on the girl.

"Ouch--" The half-cat girl's face was pressed to the ground, and tears were rolling in the corners of her eyes.

"Officer, this is it!" The slightly fat baker panted and called the nest bailiff, and the cook's daughter also rushed over.

Seeing this, Horatio got up from the girl.

A group of bailiffs surrounded the half-cat girl, leaving her with no way to escape.

Facing the stick, the girl sat up and looked around in panic.

It was also at this time that Horatio saw her face clearly through the light shining on her face.

Her eyes were larger than those of humans, and very clear and bright, reflecting light like a pair of dazzling twin stars in the dim sky.

But apart from this, the cat girl's face was gray, her cheeks were thin and sunken, and her cheekbones were prominent, just like any person struggling on the border between life and death.

Her hair, or fur, was dry and sparse, like hay in late autumn. Maybe it was once lush and smooth, but now it couldn't even cover the two ear tips on top of her head.

Her body was completely horrible, and she couldn't even support the robe that barely covered her body. From the touch of the fight just now, Horatio even suspected that there was only a dry bone that had not been eaten up under this patchwork of raw materials from nowhere.

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