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Chapter 380 Sincere Greetings

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Hive Bareley, Upper Hive

Gunther family dinner.

The Gunther family, this young family has a history of less than a thousand years, but it has produced many dazzling descendants. They have expanded the territory for the Gunther family in the world of fame and fortune, and further expanded their sphere of influence through continuous marriages. Today, this family has become the most prominent family in Valenfanna and even in the entire Baburia sub-star region, without a doubt.

This family is known for its high profile and extravagant style of doing things. It is said that their annual consumption is equivalent to the production capacity of several hive cities. The wasted food and treasures at their banquets are discarded at will and thrown into the sewers and flushed away. There are even gangs on the planet that specialize in guarding the sewers and salvaging these abandoned items. These salvaged property and food are smuggled to the Middle Hive and the Bottom Hive, and the profit chain feeds tens of millions of people.

Although it is called a dinner party, in fact the Gunther family's banquets never stop. In fact, this place has become the largest political stage in the entire Baburia sub-sector. Countless new members of the family are proud to be able to step into the social circle here. In the past thousand years, it has witnessed countless characters making their debut here, and has also experienced the sad end of countless legends.

However, the luxury of Gunther family dinners has risen several notches in recent times, and the reclusive family patriarch has also made a rare appearance. The reason is very simple, because Space Marines have participated in the banquets in recent days.

The Thunderbolts, a Successor Chapter of the Ultramarines, had just won a long war against Chaos, a war in which House Gunther had played a vital role.

The Gunther family's strong financial resources guaranteed the logistics line of this regiment. The Gunther family's transport fleet guaranteed the supply of weapons and supplies to Thunder despite nearly 80% transportation losses, and built a communication line across the entire sub-star region at the cost of human lives, making an indelible contribution to the victory of this war.

It was for this reason that during the period when the Thunderbolt Regiment was rebuilding after a tragic victory, in order to thank the Gunther family for their contributions, these superhuman warriors, guardians of the empire, were willing to accept the invitation and send representatives to attend the Gunther family's banquet.

At the Gunther family banquet, the current patriarch, Tyler Gunther, stood under a huge stained glass window, swishing amber liquid in a cup.

His odor receiving organs, which had undergone the most advanced modifications in the empire, had already analyzed the odor molecules emitted by the liquid in the cup. The odor molecules emitted by the liquid in the cup, which was worth the same weight of gold, differed by less than 5% from the odor molecules emitted by the colorful liquids mixed and sold in those inconspicuous taverns in the nest. However, this gap, which was difficult to detect without the most advanced instruments, made the prices of the two very different.

Because excellence is not worth mentioning, only perfection is worthy of his enjoyment.

Just like a room, it is easy to clean it, but it takes some effort to make it sterile.

Taking a sip of the liquid in his glass, Taylor began to observe the other members of the party.

The entire banquet hall is very spacious, covering an area of more than millions of square meters. In addition to the banquet hall that is never empty, there is also a dance floor, a casino, a wine cabinet, and even a large indoor swimming pool.

After some of the younger generations of the family were brought here and introduced, they usually found partners to dance or go somewhere else to play. The place where he, as the patriarch, was located was actually the most boring and deserted place in the banquet.

But this is exactly what Taylor wants. Noise and play are for children. People in power do not need to have fun with the people. What they need is the awe of others. No one dares to approach him. He believes that this is a reflection of his powerful aura.

However, he was not the only one in this deserted place. There were also some nobles standing in groups of three or four not far from him, whispering to each other. These nobles were the leaders of other nobles in the Bablia sub-sector.

These idiots.

Taylor scoffed at them in his heart.

Decades ago, when the Red Demon Army attacked the edge of the sub-star zone, these nobles chose to protect themselves, fearing that the war would spread to their own industries. Only he chose to help the Thunder Legion, which was at a disadvantage.

Because even if they don't help, this regiment will most likely collect supplies from surrounding planets when supplies are scarce, but the nature of that will be different.

It's such an easy-to-understand truth, but these idiots can't figure it out.

Taylor couldn't help but sigh that these days even a fool could become the leader of a family. The foundation of these family ancestors was rich enough, so as long as they were not the kind of hopeless idiots who could cause the family to decline in a few decades, their family would not decline.

Then, when they are in power, they only need to have more children. As long as one of the children is promising, the family property will increase a little bit, and it will be able to withstand the squandering of the next few stupid patriarchs. In this way, the family can basically prosper forever.

It's such a waste to let these idiots squander so much wealth...

Taylor narrowed his eyes slightly and took a sip of the liquid in the cup. The stimulating aroma of smoke and peat spread in his mouth. If it was the first time to drink this liquid, it would be easy to make a fool of oneself if one was not prepared.

Finally, he looked at the Space Marines standing not far from him. There were only two representatives sent by the Thunderbolt Regiment. These superhuman warriors, who were over two meters tall, did not wear power armor, but were wrapped in rough and monotonous robes, as if they were two ascetics who had accidentally entered a carnival.

They did not take food or drink, nor did they talk to anyone. Instead, they faced the wall. However, there was nothing on the wall they faced, only patterns painted on it.

Taylor understood these freaks; they were probably deeply reluctant to attend the banquet. He wouldn't force them. He had invited them for show, and their contemplative state was actually more in his best interest.

Even the Space Marines had to buy his favors.

It only took a thousand years, just a thousand years.

The influence of the Gunther family has expanded from an insignificant hive city of Barile to the entire Baburia sub-star region. Give this family another thousand years, and their power will affect the entire star region. Give this family another thousand years, and Taylor believes that by then, even those on Terra will know the name of this family.

Taylor took another sip from his glass.

Then he saw a special existence, a man dressed in black, with no signs of transformation on his body.

Taylor has an excellent memory, especially when it comes to recognizing people, and he can almost remember everything he sees. He had never seen this man before.

However, everyone who can appear at this banquet is a well-known figure. They are probably the younger generation of some family.

Then Taylor saw that this young man from the unknown family was walking straight towards him.

The nobles around who seemed to be talking to each other also stopped chatting and paid attention to what was about to happen.

interesting.

He has never been a kind and friendly elder. If there is no one important enough to introduce him personally, and this junior comes up and tries to greet him and get close to him, Taylor has countless ways to play with him and make him lose face.

When the junior came closer, Taylor even saw him reach out his hand to him.

That’s really interesting. Are you worthy enough to take the initiative to shake my hand?

However, Taylor still reached out and held the other person's hand. He didn't mind being more tolerant at first. If this overconfident young man couldn't bring him anything worthy of his attention, then he would let this overconfident young man know what regret was.

But when the two hands were clasped together, Taylor was stunned.

Because when shaking hands, he felt that the young man handed something hard into his hand.

After the other party released his hand, he stared at the object in his hand.

It was a plain locket. When it was opened, inside was an old photo that had faded so badly that the face could not be distinguished.

The face of the person in the photo is obscured by a drop of blood.

Just as Taylor was stunned, the other party whispered to him:

"Ms. Irene sends her greetings."