73: Chapter 73 The Old House Catches Fire

"Here is your file, see for yourself!" Godzilla Cheng Yu didn't have time to bicker with Overachiever Cheng Yu here, so he directly slapped his personal file in front of him.

In principle, this document could not be shown to the person in question, but here at Warp stronghold, Godzilla Cheng Yu, with the Sharingan mark on his forehead, was the principle.

Overachiever Cheng Yu bypassed the file bag and flipped to the first page, which contained his detailed information and a red stamp that read, "This person is emotional; transfer to reserve."

"I... emotional? Since when? Do not slander my innocence out of thin air!"

"And how am I married... who is my wife?!"

Overachiever Cheng Yu flipped to the second page and saw a copy of his marriage certificate with Seraphie, stamped with a red "Congratulatory Gifts Paid."

"You have lost a portion of your memory, Chief of Staff," Ecclesiarchy Priest Cheng Yu said. "Do your utmost to serve His Majesty; he will surely have a way to restore this memory for you."

"I don't want this memory!" Overachiever Cheng Yu said unhappily. "How could I have married a female agent of the Corpse Emperor Empire? This must have been arranged by superiors; it's fake, right, it's fake!"

Ecclesiarchy Priest Cheng Yu recited the mantra praising the Emperor, noncommittal toward Overachiever Cheng Yu's muttering.

...

Cheng Yu Planet, Imperial Capital, Imperial Prison.

This was not the black prison of Thirteen Offices.

The Imperial Prison only held prisoners of high status.

Drake and Ivankov had once studied here, and Aria had stayed the longest. The furnishings in her room had not changed to this day, as if waiting at any moment for the return of its owner.

This was Cassius's first time here. The guards knew that Cassius might possess powerful psychic abilities, so they had originally intended to use a large amount of psychic-blocking alloy to build a special cell.

But Main Body, that is, His Majesty the Emperor, issued a decree to use an ordinary cell and not to completely restrict Cassius's freedom.

Every day, he was given two hours to stroll around the nearby Hive City accompanied by guards. Whatever he saw, heard, or thought of, he could still submit in writing to Me.

"Grand Scholar Cassius has not yet fallen out of favor!"

This was the opinion of Imperial Prison Warden Cheng Yu... "He still has the possibility of being reinstated!"

Imperial Prison Warden Cheng Yu had once been a Chapter Master and had performed the great feat of slaying generals and capturing flags.

He fully expected to receive the title of Baron, but for some reason, the Emperor only assigned him the position of Imperial Prison Warden.

Such a dead-end job... what kind of future was there? There were hardly a few people in the Imperial Prison all year round, and everyone in it was someone he couldn't afford to offend.

Warden Cheng Yu's life philosophy was... life is like sailing against the current; if you don't advance, you retreat. When an opportunity comes, if you seize it, you can turn your life around, and such opportunities for redemption might only come once or twice in a lifetime.

"Lord Holt, do you still remember me?" Warden Cheng Yu dismissed the other jailer Cheng Yus and entered, carrying a black-bottomed, red-lacquered food box.

"I remember. You are the Chapter Master of the 'Neighborhood Committee Auntie Sun' Chapter, who supplied military provisions when fighting the Tyranids / Tyranids."

Although Cassius had a head full of white hair and half his teeth were missing, his spirit and memory were truly incredible. No wonder the Emperor favored him.

"Grand Scholar, you truly have a good memory!" Warden Cheng Yu opened the food box, which contained various types of Tyranids / Tyranid food and a bottle of high-end Slaanesh whiskey from the Ducalia Territory.

Most of these items were still in the trial production stage and were not even sold on the black market. Being able to obtain these showed that Warden Cheng Yu had not just been slacking off in the Imperial Prison during this time.

"Shall we two have a couple of drinks?"

"How dare I? You are the jailer, and I am the prisoner..."

That was what Cassius said, but his stomach had long been growling. For the past two days, although those clone agents hadn't beaten or tortured him, they hadn't given him a bite to eat or a drop of water.

If it weren't for Cassius's powerful psychic abilities, the old fellow would have long since fainted from hunger.

"Hey, Old Man Holt, saying that really hurts this little one's heart... How about this: I won't talk about paying respects, and you don't have to treat me like a jailer. Let's just be like we were in the military camp. I am your soldier, delivering military provisions to you every day, and occasionally... I can even find some fun for you."

"Hmm..." Cassius couldn't hold back anymore. The aroma of the food and alcohol was truly tempting; if he didn't eat something soon, he would truly lose his composure.

While Cassius ate and drank heartily, Warden Cheng Yu retreated into the shadows.

When he appeared again, he was followed by an elderly aunt who was quite old but still retained her charm. According to intelligence that Warden Cheng Yu had previously purchased, this elderly aunt had once had a scandal with Priest Holt on the Corpse Emperor's starship, though it was unknown whether it was true or false.

However, in Warden Cheng Yu's view, if the truth was unknown... then it was true.

Moreover, this elderly aunt had absolutely no job, yet she was never short of money to spend and lived in a small building in the Upper Hive... didn't that explain everything?

"Susan, you... why are you here?" Holt had been drinking too hastily, and at this moment, his old face was flushed red, and the wrinkles on his face had smoothed out.

"Holt, that lord..." Susan turned her head to look, and Warden Cheng Yu had already disappeared without a trace. "He said you were in trouble and needed emotional support."

"No, no, you must leave quickly; it will harm you, cough, cough!" Cassius waved his hand while coughing.

"No, no, I won't leave!" Susan had also drunk some Slaanesh whiskey before coming, which gave her the courage to embrace her old Holt.

"Now that you have reached this point, are you still unwilling to face your own heart... You are a man, and I am a woman. You are not the high and mighty Ecclesiarchy Priest, and I am not the washed-up aunt serving food. This is a prison; no one is watching us, no one has come to judge us!"

"Right... you are right, Susan. I have failed you, Susan. It was my ignorance when I was young; I am the one who harmed you, waah!"

Cassius had been starving too severely and had eaten and drunk too hastily; at this moment, his emotions were so agitated that he almost couldn't catch his breath.

"When mistakes were made, it was two people. Why should you bear the consequences alone? The Emperor here is very enlightened; approving marriages never looks at status differences. Let me marry you!"

"You don't mind that I am an old coffin... you don't mind that I am a prisoner waiting to close my eyes and die?"

...

In the Imperial Prison control room, Warden Cheng Yu had been listening to the conversation between the two, with the supervision of Special Agent Thousand-Household Cheng Yu nearby.

"She is not." Special Agent Thousand-Household Cheng Yu repeatedly compared the sound waveforms of Holt's usual speeches with the sound spectrum of him speaking words of love at this moment.

Finally, it was confirmed that the elderly aunt was truly just Holt's mistress, not his subordinate.

Even if his judgment was truly wrong, Holt cared so much about his subordinate that he became distraught upon seeing her; these two people had committed the first great taboo of intelligence work: being emotional.

Emotional agents would only cause harm and could not achieve any results.