Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 506 Farewell Ceremony

Five hundred years after the Lord of Humanity sat on the Golden Throne

Tessarel subsector.

After a slight jolt, the spacecraft docked at the airport.

The various handover procedures took about half an hour. During this time, Marquez had some time to confirm the purpose of this trip in his mind.

Since the great war ended with a sigh of regret, Tessarel has returned to peace.

War is not eternal. Humanity needs to breathe, to live, and to produce... to produce weapons for the next war...

Regardless of what happened elsewhere in the Empire, thanks to the rule of the Helvinson family, who served as the governor of the sub-sector, although Tessarell had been attacked several times in the past five hundred years, each time it was responded to in a timely manner. Therefore, except for some marginal worlds that served as fortresses, the entire sector was relatively peaceful.

Recently, the Tessaril sector has become active again, with fleets of unprecedented scale traveling between various planets, and finally heading towards the same destination - Tessaril's hub world, Vincentgard.

Ordinary people who were unaware of the situation were worried about this phenomenon. Some speculated that this might be a sign of the coming of a large-scale war, but Marquez knew that these changes had nothing to do with war, but were instead the result of the farewell ceremony of an important figure.

Based on the information circulating through various channels, most people who were qualified to know all this had reached a consensus that this important figure might not survive Vincentgard's harsh winter.

So the leaders of various families went to Vincent Gard to bid farewell to this important figure.

Marquez is the representative of the Campbell family. As an outstanding member of the younger generation of the family, this is also an opportunity for him to expand his network.

All he had to do was pay respect to this important figure on behalf of his family and declare his loyalty.

It has been confirmed that this important person is indeed going to die.

Two hours later

Marquez and his entourage were waiting in the waiting area for the barge assigned to him. His entourage on this trip numbered as many as a hundred people, and the supplies they brought weighed hundreds of tons. Apart from the gifts brought to this important figure, most of them were his personal belongings, such as barrels of fine wine and honey, fish and ham sealed with olive oil or salt, various frozen vegetables and fruits, and his huge wardrobe.

Except for him, all the other people in his entourage were there to serve him. He even brought three of the family's cooks. One of these cooks was good at cooking meat, one was good at making pastries, and the other was very good at making soup and ice cream. Although these preparations could not guarantee that his journey would be as comfortable as in the family territory, they could barely reach the bottom line of his patience.

After all, he was making this trip to meet a dying person whose status was far higher than his, so enduring a little hardship was also a way to show his sincerity.

But now he and his followers have been waiting here for more than ten minutes, and the promised barge still has not arrived. This makes Marquez a little dissatisfied. You know, on his family's planet, making him wait for so long is a huge sin.

Fortunately, he was not one of those stupid and short-sighted guys. Marquez knew that he was not in the family territory now, and because of the farewell ceremony, the people waiting for the barge with him in the waiting area were probably people of equal status to himself.

Bored, Marquez hummed a tune, and when he hummed his favorite passage, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of his eye.

He was a boy slightly younger than him, even shorter, thin and frail. He lowered his head, his hair, a little too long, falling over his eyes. He wore a high-collared black overcoat and carried a black briefcase in his right hand. This was nothing more than a stark contrast to the glittering presence of Marquez's men.

He stood not far from the Marquez family's queue, apparently also waiting for the barge to the planet's surface.

Marquez whistled at him, and the boy looked in Marquez's direction with a little confusion. During this time, the hair hanging down in front of his forehead was lifted, revealing the electronic eye with a silver-gray frame and a cold green chip embedded in it.

This feature made Marquez more certain of the other party's identity, so he said: "Sandor, long time no see."

But the boy named Sandor didn't seem to recognize Márquez immediately. It wasn't until Márquez showed him the family crest that he bowed slightly and said, "It's been a long time, Mr. Campbell."

The Campbell family, to which Marquez belongs, is one of the most prominent families in the Tessarell sector besides the Helvenson family. The family owns a hive world and an agricultural world, and also has considerable say in another forging world.

And if Marquez remembered correctly, this young man named Sandor was the heir of the Parasos family, a weak noble family. In terms of size, it was probably a subordinate of a subordinate of a subordinate of a subordinate of the Campbell family. It was said that this family was in charge of corpse recycling in an unknown hive. Of course, although there was a huge difference in size, the Parasos family was not a subordinate of the Campbell family, and the two sides had no subordinate relationship.

The reason why Marquez remembered this unknown person was that in an entertainment duel after a banquet three years ago, he pierced the opponent's eyes with a sword. This should also be the origin of Sandor's mechanical eye.

However, this does not mean that he and Sandor have any personal grudges. Marquez vaguely remembers that he and Sandor got along very well at the banquet, and the subsequent duel was just a performance to liven up the banquet. Otherwise, he could have gone further and pierced Sandor's brain.

After recognizing each other, Marquez took the initiative to chat with the other party: "Are you here for... business?"

Sandor shook his head at first. “I have accepted a request from a lord to meet with the chief of the Helvencen clan.”

Marquez was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Did you receive an invitation?"

It's no wonder that Marquez was confused. There were countless petty nobles like Sandor in the whole of Tessarel. If every petty noble of this level or even lower came to pay respect to that lord, then that lord would probably have to hold on for a few more decades before dying.

"No," Sandor replied briefly, without elaborating or explaining anything.

Hearing this answer, Marquez suddenly had a plan in his mind, so he said to Sandor: "That's a pity, but if you don't mind, you can join my team and go to see the lord with me."

Marquez originally thought that the other party would be immediately grateful for his invitation, but he didn't expect to see the young man frowning, as if he was thinking. After a moment, Sandor relaxed his brow and said:

“It would be my pleasure.”

Marquez's initiative to invite Sandor was not entirely out of kindness. On the one hand, he could do this small family a favor. Although the Campbell family looked down on this favor, it would not do any harm after all.

The deeper reason was that Marquez needed a troublemaker, Sandor Parasos, a small nobleman who was not worthy of being in the public eye. Who knew what impolite or even more disgraceful things he would do when he met that important figure? In such an important occasion as the Helvetica family, if Sandor did something disgraceful, it would mean that the Helvetica family would be disgraced, and Marquez was very happy to see this.

As for his relationship with Sandor, he will just not admit it when the time comes. The Campbell family has many people accompanying them, and no one knows how this guy got in.

The people of the Helivingson family would certainly not believe this, but Marquez did not need them to believe it. As long as his family could maintain its current influence, the Helivingson family would have to acknowledge it even if they did not believe it. In this way, the Campbell family could demonstrate its prestige in front of other families.

The terrifying woman named Hildra was finally going to die, and the Helveticon family's position in Tessarell would no longer be as stable as before.