Kairo, who had been trembling with excitement, froze upon hearing this. He withdrew his gaze from the now-cleared ash in the distance and looked at the apprentice before him in astonishment.
As a Rogue Trader, he quickly connected the dots between the Navigator, the warship, the Warp prophecy, and the ash. An even more earth-shattering realization was on the verge of emerging!
Unlike Famir, who was breathless from heartache, Kairo was, at this moment, breathless from sheer disbelief.
After all, regarding the prophecy that had swept across the entire galaxy, while everyone was racking their brains trying to figure out where the powerful figure in the prophecy was, he had stumbled upon the real person in an overlooked corner during a routine "business activity"???
This surprise, akin to being struck in the forehead by a ton of Throne Gelt, left even the seasoned Kairo in a state of unprecedented daze.
The apprentice, who thought he had merely successfully identified the target client's needs, did not expect that after learning the news, his master would not be happy, but instead fall into an even greater state of agitation.
This time, it wasn't the protective numbness that followed extreme emotional fluctuations, but rather a state where he completely forgot to breathe.
It wasn't until his face turned blue and his body began to send out distress signals that Kairo, like a drowning man finally surfacing, gasped for air.
Finally managing to regain some focus, Kairo suppressed his emotions. Instead of immediately thinking about what to do next, he stood up personally to confirm again that all traces of this information had been completely erased.
Only after confirming that he was the only one in the entire galaxy who could sell this information did he sit back down.
He waved his hand to make all his attendants move far away, granting himself enough privacy and quiet. Kairo took another deep breath, even closing his eyes to calm his mind with all his might, before opening them again.
"Yes, this Omiya III is the one that needs a Navigator."
Confirming the apprentice's reminder, the apprentice looked up at the sky with confusion, because he was certain there were no ships in orbit other than their own.
"There are no ships, so why do they need a Navigator?"
"If there were, how would the ship jump without a Navigator?"
"It's not like everyone on the ship died and the God-Emperor personally delivered them here, right?"
The apprentice was puzzled and offered his perspective, but Kairo ignored his apprentice's behavior entirely. He simply lowered his head in thought, and when the apprentice wouldn't stop, he even reached out to interrupt him with dissatisfaction.
The apprentice quickly shut his mouth, not daring to speak again, while Kairo pondered for a long time before finally looking up.
Ignoring the apprentice, Kairo turned and went to the transport ship. He first picked up the communicator connecting to his merchant ship, but after thinking for a moment, he put it back down.
Then, as if talking to himself or perhaps asking the apprentice, Kairo spoke while lost in thought:
"I recall that over at the Inquisition, Lord Fanros is assembling a task force prepared to venture deep into Octarius?"
Although Kairo wasn't looking at him, the apprentice quickly nodded in agreement.
It was unclear whether Kairo saw his apprentice's response. After muttering to himself, Kairo thought for a moment and then silently put down the communicator.
"Then the Navigator cannot be sent—at least, not right now."
The apprentice didn't know what Kairo was thinking right now, why, even though Sith clearly needed one, they wouldn't send one, and why it was only temporarily impossible.
Kairo's eyes darted around, his brain racing to figure out how to maximize his own interests. After a long while, he finally looked up again.
Instead of reaching for his warship's communicator again, Kairo muttered "what is missing" while picking up another alien communicator marked in solid black.
After activating the communication, his eyes finally began to light up.
Seeing his master pick up this specific communicator, the apprentice's face showed even greater reverence—though this reverence was not directed at his master, but at the communicator in his master's hand.
To be precise, it was directed at the person on the other end of the line who was about to answer.
As the signal passed through a series of super-priority Astropathic Choir relays, it reached a prosperous world in the distant core of the Empire, the "Segmentum Solar."
Magnificent, pristine buildings covered the entire planet. There was no crowding of Hive Cities or toxic clouds filling the sky. Amidst the refreshing breeze, a communicator began to ring in a room at the very pinnacle of the world.
A black ancient silk glove embroidered with gold picked up the call, while the left hand tapped casually on a long table made of raw pine specially cultivated from Terra.
A calm male voice spoke continuously:
"Mm, mm, good, continue..."
"You have done well. The Dynasty will not forget your contribution."
"Additionally, regarding your proposal..."
"I believe that on top of one destroyer, we can add four light frigates and one... cruiser."
"For this Sith, since we, the Faramor Dynasty, intend to invest..."
"We must invest the most!"
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