I write apocrypha in Warhammer

If Wei Mu hadn't made such a big fuss before and was just an ordinary commoner, then that would be fine.

It just so happens that he is talented, responsible, and has done amazing things, but now he is restricted by the environment and cannot display his talents.

To deal with the green-skinned aliens, of course, you can do whatever you want to deceive them, and you can destroy all the boys' wealth.

But when it comes to matters related to the empire, the mainstream values ​​​​of the empire are not recognized. What can you do until it changes?

You can't really become a heretic and vote for Chaos, right?

No wonder the ancients loved to write poems to express their unrealized feelings. This feeling of powerlessness is really uncomfortable.

At that time, Wei Mu was really a bit decadent.

Having lost his life goal, he was like a fish that had lost its water. He was pickled with salt and hung under the beams to dry, and his whole body smelled salty.

Wei Mu almost cut off social relations with the people around him. He sedated himself with high-carbohydrate foods such as Coke and hamburgers all day long, and gradually developed a belly.

During this time, Governor Carr also visited him several times.

He felt extremely heartbroken for Wei Mu who was so decadent, but he could only protect him from harm, but could not help him. He watched helplessly as a good young man fell into ruin.

This situation lasted until three months later, when an uninvited guest knocked on the door of Wei Mu's house, and things began to change.

When he first heard the knock on the door outside, Wei Mu thought it was someone coming to do sales again, so he shouted directly to the door: "Thank you, I don't lack anything here!"

As a result, the sound passed, and the guy outside was still knocking on the door.

So Wei Mu asked again: "Who is it?"

But the man outside didn't respond.

What the hell?

The environment in the paradise world is good, so there shouldn't be any break-ins and robberies, right?

Wei Mu came to the door and did not open the door directly. Instead, he carefully looked outside through the peephole on the door.

But he didn't see anyone, the corridor was empty, and everything around him was quiet.

Maybe someone knocked on the wrong door, Wei Mu thought, so he didn't pay attention and planned to turn around and go back to the room.

As soon as he turned around, a clown with gorgeous clothes and exaggerated makeup suddenly appeared in his face.

"This is a surprise!"

The clown opened the fireworks in his hands, spraying out colorful strips flying all over the sky - this sudden scene almost scared Wei Mu out of his soul.

"Fuck, who the hell are you!"

His comfortable and warm little home, even though his owner was already on guard, was still invaded by a stranger without any warning, and the intruder was a clown with weird makeup.

Is this some kind of thriller that scares people to death?

Wei Mu was stimulated to the point where his heart was beating wildly, as if it would burst out of his chest at any moment.

The clown seemed to enjoy Wei Mu's reaction after being scared, with a very happy expression on his face.

But that's all.

After scaring Wei Mu, the clown took no further action.

"Wait a minute, are you the bean sprout of the Harlequin Troupe?"

After a brief shock, Wei Mu gradually regained consciousness and quickly recognized the other party's identity.

"Yes, as you can see, Sarkozy is a solo performer in the Harlequin troupe."

The clown saluted Wei Mu gracefully, his body movements so coordinated and natural.

No matter how much humans dislike the pointy ears of the Eldar, it is undeniable that these guys are indeed in line with human aesthetics in all aspects, and they are calm in every move.

That is an elegance that humans cannot achieve at all. The result of forced imitation will only be imitation, full of embarrassment and comedy.

"Sarkozy? Why are you looking for me? You have something to say, so don't scare me! What if I fail to breathe and die?"

Everyone knows that the Harlequin Troupe is someone to talk to.

So after figuring out the situation at hand, Wei Mu felt a lot more relieved, and the way he spoke began to sound awkward.

"I saw you looking listless before, so I wanted to give you a surprise to cheer you up. Now it seems that my surprise has a remarkable effect." Sarkozy said with a smile, "In addition, if you really get upset because of this, If you faint, I can help you perform artificial respiration."

Then, Sarkozy took out a balloon from nowhere and started blowing it up.

With just one breath, he inflated the balloon to the size of a basketball, until with a final loud bang, the balloon burst into shriveled pieces.

"like this!"

The clown said with a smile.

"Artificial respiration from the Eldar can blow the lungs of mortals until they explode" - this is really a cold and bad joke.

Although the Harlequin Troupe sometimes tours on the planets of the Empire, due to the huge cultural differences, many residents of the Empire just go there to watch the fun. If they want to see the alien clowns dancing and singing, there is no way. ways to understand the implications of those performances.

"Okay, great, great performance!"

Wei Mu also couldn't understand the performance art of the clowns, but he clapped a few times symbolically out of respect.

"Thanks!"

Sarkozy didn't expect this human being to be so polite, and he quickly bowed in return.

"But you sneaked into my room specially. You didn't come just to perform a show for me, right?"

Wei Mu asked while patting off the colorful strips on his body.

"of course not."

Sarkozy just snapped his fingers, and the balloon fragments and colorful strips all turned into a cloud of colorful smoke and disappeared in an instant.

"I heard about what you did on Waste Saturn, and I also learned from your governor that you are in trouble now. Maybe I can provide you with a little help so that you can have a better chance. Those enemies of Chaos.”

It turned out to be someone introduced by Governor Karl.

Hearing this, Wei Mu's eyes suddenly lit up: "Can your Harlequin Troupe help you print books? It's the kind that violates imperial regulations!"

Sarkozy smiled and said: "Of course, we are the guardians of the Black Library. Compiling and preserving classics is our specialty. The regulations of the Human Empire have no control over us Eldar."

Hearing this answer, Wei Mu was overjoyed, rushed into the room, took out the abandoned copy of "Resurgence of the Empire", and handed it into the hands of the clown.

"Look at this quickly, I believe the envoy from West Lego can see its value!"

Wei Mu knew that as the greatest performer in the galaxy, the Laughing God would definitely not refuse such a grand performance - even if the objects compiled in this book also included the race he represented.

"Of course!" Sarkozy nodded, "If it is really valuable!"

Then, the messenger of the Laughing God slowly opened the apocryphal book concerning the fate of the two races.