Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

0040 First, we must declare that nothing has happened.....

It's not that we failed to deal with him, it's that he's about to deal with us...

Faced with the burly man's reprimand, Libo couldn't help but exhale.

That damned blind witch, she's dead, but she left behind a mess.

Just the ashes that fell on the altar... the thought of the terrifying power contained within them made Lipo tremble slightly.

Many believers in the First Crying God were inexplicably burned when they tried to clean up the ashes.

Only in the last two days have the ashes cooled down a little, but now no one dares to use the altar anymore.

"Quintas, calm down, my friend." Cicero reached out his hand, trying to soothe the burly man with short blond hair.

Cicero's forehead was already covered in a fine layer of sweat; he was genuinely worried about angering the man in front of him.

Since learning that Connor Guilliman had secretly adopted a son, Quintus had become increasingly agitated, and in just one month, more than a dozen slaves had died at his hands.

In fact, even when he wasn't agitated, this bastard wasn't a calm person. In his twenties, while in the army, he once single-handedly fought against more than ten soldiers who had rioted due to their harsh training, personally killing four and maiming eight...

The tyrannical monster's nerves were now stretched to the limit, and Cicero was genuinely worried that he might do something insane in a moment of irrationality, jeopardizing their entire plan.

"How can you expect me to stay calm? Cicero, do you remember what you promised me?"

Quintas sat back in his chair, his hands clenched tightly, veins bulging, his face contorted and terrifying.

"You should do as I say and just kill him."

"Times have changed, Your Excellency Quintas." Cicero took a deep breath. "If it were ten or twenty years ago, we could have found a bunch of thugs and sent him to his death."

"But now, times have changed. The soldiers your uncle brought back are everywhere, laser weapons have become standard equipment in the army, the whole city has been razed to the ground, drones are flying overhead, and every bit of information is being transmitted back to the Thinker in his office. We can't find anyone to help us, and using our own people will inevitably expose us."

"The only way is to go find the barbarians of Illyria, but it's too late now."

Today is March 20th, and in two days it will be my interview with Markus Guilliman.

As a teacher at the Academy of Rhetoric, Cicero taught his students debate and politics, so he was also well-versed in the political art of procrastination and shifting blame.

In the first phase, they claimed that nothing had happened.

"I didn't expect that Macurag would have such an excellent grammar teacher who could compete with me, or even surpass me," Cicero said to Quintas.

The second phase claims that something might happen, but we shouldn't take any action.

"But at the time we thought he was just an ordinary teacher after all, and we had many gentle ways to deal with him, so there was no need to resort to extreme measures."

The third phase declared that perhaps we should take action, but there was nothing we could do.

"When we discovered he might be a wizard, we also took action, but as you can see, we were unsuccessful."

The fourth phase claims that we should have taken action then, but it's too late now.

"As I just said, recruitment will begin in two days, and it's too late for us to do anything now."

Cicero waved his hand and said.

"The only way is for me to defeat Zhou Yun fairly and justly."

"Perhaps he was slightly better than me in the written test, but as a master of debate in Macurag, I am confident that I can persuade your father with my eloquence."

Quintus raised his eyelids: "It won't be my father testing you, it's that kid who's coming to test you personally."

That kid... Cicero raised his eyebrows slightly. Wasn't that child only six or seven years old?

"Then you can rest assured, a child is easier to persuade than your father."

"I hope so. As far as I know, your competitor seems to have won a lot of money from you at the casino," Quintas said with a sneer.

Cicero's smile froze; the debt was indeed weighing heavily on him.

He was fond of indulging in pleasure and his spending was always very high. He didn't have much savings, so even though the elder helped Cicero postpone the debt and reduce some interest, these debts were still a considerable burden for him.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the private room, and a note was brought in by a waiter.

Cicero took the note, his expression suddenly changing.

"What happened?" Libo looked at Cicero's expression and suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

"Zhou Yun... he's here again." Cicero clutched the note tightly.

"*Makulag filth*" Libo cursed.

"Does he come here often?" Quintas asked, frowning.

"I come almost every day..." Cicero said with intense resentment.

"And then what? You just let him do as he pleases?" Quintas looked at Cicero and Lipo with disdain; the two seemed to have been terrified of Zhou Yun.

Cicero and Lipo exchanged a glance, both recalling the fate of Tour and the blind witch.

"Go," Lipo said before Cicero could speak. "Go and see what he's up to."

"...Me?" Cicero gasped.

"Think about your debts, and don't forget that I am your creditor." Lipo patted Cicero on the back.

"Two fives, one three, big!" The casino dealer opened the dice cup, and the gamblers present gasped in surprise.

This was the thirteenth time in a row that Zhou Yun had rolled thirteen, and the people present looked at him with even a hint of admiration.

Zhou Yun casually pulled the chips he had won in front of him.

He has been coming to this bathhouse to gamble frequently lately, mainly for three reasons.

Zhou Yun's first goal was to find a way to collect more faith. He tried various methods, but none of them yielded as much as when he burned the blind witch. He desperately wanted to recreate that scene, so he wanted to provoke these Slaanesh believers—but they ignored Zhou Yun, which was incredibly cold-hearted.

The second objective, as Cicero correctly stated, was that this was indeed a place favored by many Macurac nobles, elders, and the wealthy. Zhou Yun had been quietly reading their minds and obtaining a great deal of valuable intelligence.

For example, Lucretius is the most renowned wizard in Macrag's wizarding circles; the Broken Lighthouse Temple is currently investigating Macrag's wizards, and Zhou Yun is also within their investigation; furthermore, the Church of Simeneta is not monolithic, and High Priest Tatius has consistently rejected the doctrine that the First Crying God is Simeneta...

The third objective was that these cult members possessed something Zhou Yun wanted...

"Cicero, my good brother!" Zhou Yun couldn't help but reach out and greet Cicero as he appeared at the corner of the stairs.

Cicero walked down the stairs with a stiff expression.