Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

That is indeed a treasure more precious than the planet.

And far beyond.

If used correctly, the value gained is immeasurable.

Because the parchment in the center of the stone slab is a trading license, a proof of the identity and bloodline of the trading rogue.

Rogue traders have the word "shang" in their names, but they must not be simply understood as merchants.

At their core, Rogue Traders are galactic conquerors, privateers, and explorers.

They love exploration, adventure and trading.

Discover new worlds for your empire while searching for ancient treasures, and become rich overnight in the process.

Normally, only the highest authority in the empire, such as the Inquisition or the High Lords Council, are qualified to deal with Rogue Traders.

No other authority has the authority to issue arrest warrants or hold trials against rogue traders.

Therefore, the amount of freedom they have is incredible.

But the risks faced by rogue traders are also great.

After all, they are engaged in high-risk gray industries and need to be ready for battle at all times.

Therefore, a rogue trader must have a strong ship and cannons, as well as extraordinary courage and a little bit of luck.

Otherwise, it is easy to die without a burial place.

Of course, the most important thing is that you must have a business license.

Or it's okay to call it a privateering license.

This trading license is the source of freedom and power for the Rogue Traders, and the most precious treasure of their family.

As precious as their lives.

There are different levels of trading licenses. The higher the level, the greater the power.

From high lords to primarchs, trading licenses signed by people of different levels have different validity.

Of course, the trading licenses signed by some primarchs are almost invalid.

Such as the license signed by the Imperial traitor Primarch Horus.

There is a famous business joke:

"How dare you deduct my goods?!

tmd I am authorized! Listen clearly! have! Grant! right! of!

(Slowly takes out the license) Open your blind eyes and look carefully. This is the signature of the original body, a demigod!

Take a good look at who signed the name above, you will be scared to death after reading it! 'Lord of the Luna Wolves, Horus Luperka, the Wolf Shepherd God...'

(Put away the authorization letter at the speed of light) You are right, sir, I am indeed smuggling illegally, and I support your fair law enforcement behavior 120%.

If you have nothing to do now, please allow me to say goodbye first..." (Sneaking closer to the door)

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Depending on the level of the license, license holders can not only sail and trade freely within and outside the empire.

You can even build your own dynasty.

Among them, the most valuable one is the business license that was written by the emperor himself tens of thousands of years ago and stamped with bloody fingerprints.

Rogue traders who possess this sacred trading license are called emperor-blooded traders.

What is even more valuable is that the business license can be hereditary.

Nowadays, most of the surviving Imperial Blood merchants have become galaxy merchant dynasties composed of ancient and huge families.

The family wealth accumulated over thousands of years, plus the territory is far away from Holy Terra.

As long as they obey the emperor on the surface, they will be the emperor with extremely high autonomy in their own territory.

Therefore, they have great influence in the empire, and the Council of High Lords of Terra has a seat dedicated to Rogue Traders.

They are the few beings allowed by the Empire to negotiate and do business with the aliens.

Even if they recruit a few aliens as crew members, no one will say anything.

Sending Rogue Traders to conduct preliminary exploration of unexplored or forgotten areas in the galaxy is one of the Empire's main methods.

This leads to a rather ambiguous attitude between Rogue Traders and aliens.

As an imperial force, they are supposed to eliminate all aliens.

But as explorers and black marketeers, they prefer to try to trade with the aliens.

This turned most Rogue Trader ships into black market nodes for smuggling alien artifacts or technology.

Of course, this is an illegal and taboo business, but it cannot withstand the huge demand.

Imperial dignitaries like to collect rare alien objects, rulers want powerful alien weapons, and the Adeptus Mechanicus also want to get some new things from the black market.

This brought huge wealth to the rogue traders.

The dignitaries obtained rare alien collections, the rulers obtained alien weapons to suppress unruly people, and the Mechanicus obtained new technologies for killing aliens.

Everyone got satisfactory results, it was a win within a win!

Of course, not everyone covets such an attractive business.

But given the influence of the Rogue Traders in the empire, and the fact that they have been allies with important navigator families for generations.

Ordinary imperial forces can never afford to offend them.

From these we can see how double standards the empire has, and how powerful the Rogue Traders are.

Isn't that just the princes who listen to the tune but not the propaganda?

Of course, whether you can become a prince or not depends on your own strength.

Now, what was in front of Ron was an ancient, extremely precious business license stamped with the emperor's bloody fingerprints.

Hiss~

Ron gasped.

This thing is the treasure he dreams of.

With this business license, he can do many things blatantly.

More importantly, with the license, his ships could sail freely within and outside the empire.

You can freely obtain resources through exploration, black market trade, and even plunder!

In an instant, many tricks for developing territory appeared in his mind.

For example, create a hidden black market node in the network that connects all places.

Sell ​​bananas or technological creations of the golden age, and communicate with the motor oil guys who come here to talk about technology.

Of course, these will need to be figured out in the future.

Ron held his chin and stared at the business license:

"By the way, in addition to the precious power given by this thing, the drop of the emperor's blood on it is also valuable, right?"

That is the sacred blood containing the Emperor's genes.

If you say, just if.

Picking it off from the top shouldn't invalidate the license, right?

He wanted the Biological Research Institute to study the Emperor's blood to see if anything useful could be produced.

For example, the Thunder Guards with the Emperor's genes?

This is a bit disloyal...

Bishop Donny must not know about this, otherwise he might go crazy on the spot.

The Imperial State Church has unparalleled worship of the Emperor, and its members are even keen on collecting various Emperor-related holy relics.

This license, which contains the blood of the Emperor, is the most sacred relic to members of the Ecclesiarchy.

It is not allowed to offer sacrifices and bow three times and nine times a day.

There are even some high-level officials of the state religion who will try every possible means to seize the licenses of those down-and-out emperor blood merchants.

And those chaotic forces seem to be very interested in the license.

While thinking about it, Ron suddenly remembered a crucial question that he had ignored.

High-level business licenses have a complex certification system that includes genetic testing.

It needs to be matched with the corresponding bloodline of the merchant family to take effect.

Even the machine souls of the ships of the Rogue Trader family can only be activated by outstanding direct bloodlines.

You don't have to get a trading license to become a rogue.

Those forces that seek to seize the trading license take away the trading license and the blood of the trading family together.

Then control them and slowly replace their bloodlines through marriage and other actions.

Of course, Ron didn't need to go to such trouble.

He just needs to bless the bloodline of the Xingshang family.

However, now he only has a business license and no one at all.

Ron had to find the bloodline of the merchant family named "Goventi" on the license.

Wouldn't the fleet commander be so stupid as to seize the license and then kill everyone?

Or maybe the Govindi bloodline on the license has been severed?

This is trouble...