"Saro Jin, train well. Don't worry, bleeding more now means fewer tears later," Swain said with a smile. He had arrived long ago, but to avoid disturbing Saro Jin's training of the Shadow Assassins, he had not revealed himself. Neither Saro Jin nor anyone else present had noticed his presence, which made Saro Jin break into a cold sweat when he heard Swain's voice.
So, we've been putting on a show here for so long, and we never noticed there was a lurking presence. If it were an enemy gathering intelligence, and that information leaked, Saro Jin couldn't even imagine the catastrophic disaster the camp would face next. There were too many things in this place that couldn't see the light of day.
"Swain, I'm sorry. It's my inadequate skills that have failed your trust in me," Saro Jin apologized to Swain, bringing with him the members of Shadow Assassin. If such a thing happened in other factions, the people responsible for security and intelligence would likely be executed directly. After all, someone had silently snuck up to the bedside, and the guards had no reaction at all. Were they supposed to wait until people had finished queuing?
"Don't be nervous. My situation is quite special. Corax also can't approach me silently. You don't need to blame yourselves," Swain didn't mind Saro Jin's confession. Aside from the Victorious Army, the other Primarch's Primarch Guard's role was more decorative than practical. Didn't the Primarch basically lead them in their rampages? It's impossible to truly expect the Primarch Guard to protect the Primarch. Guilliman, it must be like this, right?
"Leader, what are your orders for coming here this time?" Saro Jin asked as he sheathed the combat knife in his hand. This place was specifically used to train Shadow Assassin and other units. Besides specialized assassination and stealth training, there was also shooting training, and the captured laser guns and stun guns were also kept here. Even the weapon workshop could be connected through tunnels here. After Corax arrived, the miners' lives underwent earth-shattering changes.
The vast knowledge in the Primarch's mind, capable of developing a civilization from the Stone Age to an interstellar civilization, maximized the utilization of various mineral resources on Lycaeus. This was also the reason why The Saviors Camp had developed so quickly over the years. With the support of a complete system, the miners' production efficiency increased significantly, but most of it was still invested in other areas. The miners controlled the ore submitted to the High Tower, maintaining a general balance, neither exceeding nor falling below the average.
The High Tower's patrolling overseers couldn't discover such things. For the miners, the overseers' patrol routes were transparent, and they only needed to inform their other companions in time. In places unseen by the High Tower's minions, a revolution was about to unfold.
"Saro Jin, after this special training ends, distribute your people to the miner camps to cooperate with this strike. We need to speed up the progress," Swain instructed.
"No problem, leader," Saro Jin replied to Swain after an internal assessment. The intensity of such special training would need to be reduced. They couldn't be sent on missions while disoriented.
The High Tower, The Spire or the Obeslisk as many miners called it, stood as always in the sky of Lycaeus. As a super-large structure thousands of meters high, the dome covering Lycaeus expanded outwards with it as the center. At the same time, this was also the center of Lycaeus. Air purifiers, gravity generators, and other important equipment maintaining the survival of the entire mining planet were all located here.
At the top of the High Tower, Akarin, the master of Lycaeus, sat on his throne, resting with his eyes closed.
"Have the rats been caught?" Suddenly, Akarin opened his eyes, a pair of sharp eyes like a hawk's flashing with deadly cold light.
"My Lord, the Armed Forces are still investigating," the Old Butler, like a statue waiting at all times, reported to his master with mechanical precision.
"My armor, my master-crafted power armor! He stole two sets, leaving me only one!" Akarin picked up the investigation report from the table and slammed it to the ground. The flying report scattered and fell onto the sheepskin rug in the luxurious room!
"Master, should we expand the search area? Also thoroughly check those slaves down below," the Old Butler suggested to Akarin.
"Then search! Let Agamemnus go. Let slaves investigate slaves, let thieves investigate thieves. No matter who it is who stole my master-crafted power armor, I will make him pay a cruel price!"
"I will burn him for three days and three nights with white phosphorus torture!" Akarin's hawkish eyes were filled with incredibly cruel gazes as he stared intently at his Butler.
"Yes, My Lord," the Old Butler responded. He then went to convey the Tower Lord's decree. The Old Butler's steps and expression were as precise as a meticulously calibrated mechanical watch, as if every step had been measured with a ruler. Ever since he could remember, his every word and action began to receive the most standardized butler education, even his facial expressions and demeanor were the same. A forced smile was deeply ingrained in his instincts.
"Clang...." Thirteen minutes and one second later, an elevator exclusive to the upper levels reached the area where the lower levels were located.
"Cough, cough, cough...."
"The air in the lower levels is as foul as ever." After a slight cough, an old voice came from inside the elevator. The Old Butler, dressed in luxurious clothes, stepped out of the elevator.
"Please forgive me, old sir. You came in a hurry this time, and you know the environment of the lower levels. There wasn't enough time in such a short period," Agamemnus said to the Old Butler with a fawning smile.
The Old Butler's name was unknown to anyone. People on the High Tower only knew that this Old Butler had served Akarin's family for nearly a century, and offending him would definitely not end well.
"Old Butler, are you here this time to convey any orders from the master? Actually, you just need to say it on the communicator, and I'll immediately take care of it for you, so that the foul air here doesn't harm your precious body," Agamemnus asked cautiously.
"What, so disgusted with this old man whose grave is already up to his neck?" The Old Butler said, looking at the main person in charge of the High Tower's lower levels.
"How dare I? Your arrival simply brings glory to the High Tower's lower levels."
"I'm here this time to give you something to do. If you do it well, I'll put in a good word for you in front of the master, and perhaps your position can be promoted further. But if you don't do it well, hmph..." The Old Butler's originally amiable voice turned very cold at the end.
"Old Butler, just say the word. I will complete it even if it means going through fire and water," Agamemnus said unequivocally, as if hesitating for a second would be a waste of his life. He knew very well that if this old man personally made the trip, he had to take on this task, no matter what. There was no room for negotiation.
"My Lord lost two sets of master-crafted power armor. Those good-for-nothings in the Armed Forces haven't found a single hair yet. The master is very angry. You should also check those slaves down below. Perhaps some thief from Kiavahr hid the items in those mine tunnels," the Old Butler stated the purpose of his visit.