Warhammer Inquisitor

Petronilla Viva changed her clothes. This expensive dress was sent by a mechanic servant. When he handed it to Petronilla, she knew it was expensive. .

This dress is made of tiny diamonds. The surface of the dress is sparkling with sparkling brilliance. The white and soft fabric is as close to her body as the skin, and the cuffed waist also perfectly shows her waistline to support the cleavage at the low bust opening.

Above the cleavage is a silver star gemstone, which is held up by her breasts in front of her neck, echoing her gray hair, and under the hair, the emerald gemstones on her ears are like Like a fish leaping from a calm lake, it glistens under the strands of hair.

After she changed into a dress, she came here to meet him, ignoring the surprise and questioning of her cabinmate, he came earlier, the golden battle armor on her body had also faded, and she changed into a black evening dress, But she was still tall, even if she wore high heels a few inches high, she could barely be even with his shoulders.

On the broad shoulders was a night-black overcoat, which echoed his jet-black hair and eyes, making him look extraordinarily deep, mysterious and curious.

Petronilla took his hand and walked with him through the huge corridor of the battleship. He was silent throughout the journey, only chatting occasionally.

For example, Petronila tried to ask him who the dress belonged to, and it was definitely not his, obviously, but his answer was just a simple, even too dry "a friend of mine", that's all, The answers to the other questions are pretty much the same.

Petronilla even began to doubt whether he could learn any valuable stories from him, as his answers were always so simple, then Petronilla would need to spend more time polishing the story , so that it will last forever.

They came to the officer's club very quickly, faster than Petronilla expected. The attendant at the door found them. He didn't seem to recognize him at the first time, but finally he did, and then with the last Quickly caught up.

"Your Excellency Marshal, I didn't know you were coming tonight."

"I didn't notify anyone." He still replied so simply, it seemed that even one more word was a waste of time.

"Then I'm sorry, Marshal, there are no vacancies here tonight, but I think the VIP lounge is available for you to eat. I will summon the back kitchen and arrange it immediately." The waiter replied hastily.

"No, we have a place, get out of the way now." He said, pushed away the waiter in front of him, and walked straight into the club, holding Petronilla's arm.

Seeing the waiter looking at a loss in the back, Petronila seemed to be debating whether to report to the supervisor, but just as he was debating, he had already led himself into the depths of the club.

Most of the high-ranking members of the fleet who were dining around recognized him, and all of them unconsciously stood up to salute with their companions, which immediately brought a lot of noise and discussion.

Petronilla listened to those words, and she heard most of them talking about how she hooked up with His Excellency the Marshal, some of them were full of jealousy, and they were all surprised by the female companion brought by the Marshal.

But as if he didn't hear those discussions, he walked straight to the center of the restaurant with Petronilla on his arm, "Where is that position?"

"There, Your Excellency." Petronilla pointed to a place and replied, he looked, and then walked over, saw himself walking by Druva Skrein at the table, and of course also noticed the new person beside her. male companion.

Petronilla suspected that he did not recognize the identity of the marshal. He was not wearing the golden armor as before, but was wearing a black suit that was no different from ordinary humans, but Petronilla knew that this Poor camouflage cannot conceal the extraordinary nature underneath.

"Who are you? Why are you with her?" Druva did not recognize his identity. Unlike the senior members of the fleet, the preachers had no chance to meet him, even most of the fleet. State and senior commanders.

He didn't seem to listen to the noisy noise in the hall just now, and was immersed in his own small world. Now that he saw the man beside Petronilla who was holding his arm, he immediately saw it clearly.

"I don't know who you are, but she has an appointment with me first, please let her go immediately!" Droy stood up to protest, but his face was stern, as if he didn't hear what he was saying.

"Stand up." He said lightly.

"Who do you think you are? I'm Druva! Druva of the Skrein family, me!" Druva said proudly, his voice breaking the original tranquility here, but his face was still indifferent.

"I'll make you stand up." He repeated simply, as if he didn't want to waste even a word for the person in front of him, as if it would lead to the destruction of the world, the end of the world.

Petronila looked at Druva, who was enraged by contempt. He didn't get up, but pointed to his nose from a distance, "Who are you?! Who do you think you are, and you are a member of the Skrein family."

"I can."

"Then who are you?" Droy yelled, but he still didn't change his expression, which was still extremely indifferent. Petronila looked at that look, as if he saw an ant that was about to be trampled to death. .

"Vito Constantine, get up, before my mercy is exhausted." He said coldly, but this time, it was like ice water melting from solid ice in a cold November day, directly pouring on Droy It also made him jump up directly.

Petronila looked at the terrified Druva, who stood there tremblingly, looking at him with his arms around him tremblingly, "Your Excellency, please forgive me, I didn't know it was you."

"Now you know." He said, "Miss Petronilla Viva will have dinner with me here tonight, and there are no more vacant seats. You, leave, and go to the waiter to refund your reservation fee."

"But my lord, Ms. Petronilla Viva has an appointment with me first, I."

"I didn't ask you to ask questions." Vito's words extinguished the last enthusiasm like an ice cave. When Droy was trembling in horror, Petronila looked at the cold eyes, and she didn't see any killing intent in them. , maybe Vito felt more than that.

But his words had already defeated Droy, and the young Skrein family member immediately backed away and made way for the seat. He let go of his arms and sat on it, smoothing the folds of the dress at his waist.

"Take a seat for Ms. Petronila Viva." His words were carried out immediately, and Petronila watched the normally invincible Droy pull out the chair for herself and let herself sit on it. Then stand aside like a waiter.

She could see fear in that look, he wished he could turn around and run away immediately, but his body was stiff, standing there as if he couldn't move at all, waiting for orders like a machine servant.

"Droy of the Scrim family."

"Yes, Your Excellency." Droy said respectfully.

But he was still cold, "Remember what I said, from now on, Miss Petronilla is my personal narrator, I don't want anyone to disturb her, she will come to you, and I ask you to obey her Any appeals, whether it is a question, or anything, do you understand?"

"Understood, my lord." Droy responded quickly, and in Petronilla's view, he was like a poor student being asked a question, nervous in front of a strict teacher.

"Wine, pour it for us." He pointed aside without looking at it, "Pour it for Miss Petronilla first."

Petronila looked at Druva who immediately started to move. He was like a wind-up robot, and immediately turned to meet a panting waiter, who was the one at the door. Holding a bottle of wine, it should be an aged wine just found in the wine cellar, sent by the marshal.

Droy immediately took the wine from his hand, and did not forget to add, "This is the meaning of the marshal!"

He used a corkscrew to unscrew the old mahogany cork, and the aroma of the wine wafted out in an instant. Petronilla could tell by smelling the aroma that this was a very expensive bottle of wine.

She picked up the wine glass and asked Droy to pour a glass of wine for herself first, then he walked around to the other side, poured a glass of wine for Vito respectfully, and then stepped aside respectfully to wait.

Vito raised the wine glass, swirled the wine in it, and kept his eyes on it, "Now you can go, and tell every preacher what I said earlier."

"My lord, please allow me to ask, do you mean that Miss Petronilla will replace Olsen as the leader of the preacher from now on?" Droy asked cautiously, as if afraid that the voice would be as loud as before, offended him.

Petronilla also hesitated, and she looked at him, "She is my personal entourage, and she will speak on my behalf." The words couldn't be more clear.

"Understood, Your Excellency." "Very well, I've told you enough, now leave, I'll date again."

Petronilla watched Droy leave, his pace was fast, and the waiter also retreated following Vito's gesture, leaving only Petronilla sitting at the two ends with him.

"Personal entourage?" Petronilla asked slightly surprised.

"Yes." He said while drinking, "Congratulations, you passed the interview. Now, I have a task for you."