Warhammer: Start with a dog

"Delicious and nutritious! Healthy and fresh! - Come and taste the exclusive recipe brought here by the Kalosini Dynasty from Holy Terra! Exclusively for the royal family, loyally selected!"

A line of eye-catching, glittering signboards under the effect of ionized gas irradiated by lasers are now forcibly breaking into the eyes and brains of everyone who tries to cross the Court of the Dead and go to the other side of the Phnom Penh Leh Market; or just pass by here to go to the void port on the other side, or intend to go to the shuttle port and the gathering place of a hundred state churches.

Until these people who initially felt that they didn't care much or even felt annoyed by this light pollution turned their heads, left here, boarded the deck of the ship they were going to, turned their eyes to the dark and boundless void, or began to close their eyes and pray in a church on the Imperial Solstice of Wandering Port, many people would find that this dazzling line of words was deeply imprinted on their retinas.

As time went on, more and more secret whispers began to circulate: if a person could successfully keep this line of words on his retina until he passed through the Great Mouth and reached the lawless wild land outside the landing port, then this person would find that he could have a safer and more peaceful journey than before: fewer strange whispers in his ears, calmer warp jump time, and a more resilient and calmer mind when seeing unusual things.

As more and more ships returned with crews who were able to return alive to tell their experiences, the meager and relative safety given by this line of words was upgraded to the blessing of saints in the mouths of people, especially those who were in danger of losing their lives, and the little sense of peace was described as the lucky surrounding and feeling the embrace of the God-Emperor.

Before the initial opening, ninety-nine handwritten promotional brochures of this new restaurant were distributed in the square outside the door by mortal servants on the Desert Ark.

The first seven copies (because a lazy guy copied seven copies on his desk and then remembered that the remaining ninety-two copies could be done by Magna, and the last copy was originally on his desk) have already given those lucky poor people who passed by the newly opened restaurant for the first time that day or the poor wanderers who were trying to find a meal financial freedom for the rest of their lives - of course, more people failed to keep this gift from the god of luck, and the names of these original owners were soon annihilated between a few shrugs and the transactions of increasingly large amounts of throne coins.

And the three devout monks of the Black Templar who had obviously been stationed in the Royal Levitation Supplies Store opposite this store had a subtle effect of fueling the flames - many observers who initially thought that this was just nonsense rumors or that there were greater forces behind it came here in person, using their own eyes and brave feet or even hands to get close to confirm the authenticity of the Emperor's Angel of Death, and then went to further confirm the restaurant opposite.

The "delicious and nutritious" restaurant that issued ninety-nine volumes of "Holy Letters" and is now called "Holy Communion" by many people with awe and piety.

-Of course, since these guests who come in droves have to step into the promotion (hunting) range of the "Lucky Fat Man" in order to gradually confirm this, it is impossible for them to leave this store without buying some exclusive products of "Silver Mask" in the end.

Before the end of the first sales season, agent Bayona was overjoyed to report to his superior, the old steward of the Carosini Dynasty, that their financial statements for this quarter looked like they would be "as perfect as the achievements of Saint Drusus (Note 1)!"

Since a specialty store that was only mentioned once in the advertisement (self-proclaimed) can have such sales performance, then the "delicious and nutritious" restaurant that was emphasized and mentioned three times in this magical book is naturally filled with more guests who want to go in and taste the food or, under the pretext of eating, test the interior of the restaurant and the staff - so it seems particularly busy and crowded.

On the surface, the Imperial Navy and the Ministry of Justice have sent their special service teams in the fortress here to help the restaurant maintain order at the door and dining, but in the eyes of the staff in the restaurant - mainly because when registering, a certain imperial regent insisted that he had only hired a number of "ordinary strong modified people", there are too many clues that cannot be hidden.

——For example, the brown-haired female bailiff who was clearing the entrance was definitely an assassin from some secret sect. She hid her double swords very well, but it was not enough; and the old naval officer who led the sailors, who looked kind and a little lame, and led the crowd to line up, would never hesitate for a second when he needed to kill one or a million citizens of the Empire for his goal.

Their restaurant business was so popular that Tarik Torgadon, who was distributing waiting number cards to guests at the door of "Delicious and Nutritious", was wearing a linen training uniform that was cleverly cut and designed by the captains of the Emperor's Children. It could elegantly highlight the warrior's proud broad shoulders and thin waist, but would not make the Astartes gene-enhanced muscles give people an overly threatening feeling. He looked at the guest in front of him who had already taken the number 3,728 card and turned around to book a local hotel.

The former second captain of the Luna Wolves looked at the 1,632 people still lined up behind him, and began to secretly ask the chef Saul Tarvitz, who was busy in the kitchen, through his communication beads whether he had added any banned ingredients to their recent menu that would make mortals recognize their restaurant, such as ghost mushrooms, spiritual wine, ghost fire pollen, or diluted Astartes combat potions.

"I say, our dear chef, although these things can indeed make customers unable to stop eating us, these added things cannot be supplied to mortals - but if you really do, you can give me the rest after dinner. I have a preset stomach and pebble kidneys, which are enough to deal with them."

Of course, in addition to receiving a criticism from the chef who was so busy that he weighed the frying spoon and iron pan at the speed of afterimages, he also received another warning from Gavial Loken.

The former captain of the Tenth Company of the Moon Wolf was wearing a beautiful and simple black and white silver dress that no one had ever seen before but surprisingly in line with the public's aesthetic style. He held a dozen malt liquors, Reka coffee and dishes in his hands with surprising stability and dexterity. He shuttled between the guests at each table with his impossible flexibility given his huge body and delivered the dishes to everyone before they got cold.

- If an Iron Warrior attendant saw his lightness and flexibility at this moment, his evaluation would definitely be: This boy has seven points of my skills, and he must not be kept.