Chapter 608 Interlude·4·A Dark Spirit Clan who is not a dark spirit clan-
“……In addition to the types of AXE teams that need to be summoned, any staff member who directly contacts other intelligent creatures, animals, objects and related derivatives that have not been quarantined and are in isolation period shall wear protective clothing in the isolation building and maintain full internal circulation until disinfection is completed – all Astat Power A from Type II to Type XII can be regarded as one of the protective clothing that meets the requirements after opening the internal circulation while ensuring its power and sealing…”
“…Additional Supplementary Regulations I: If an Astarte on the ‘pure whitelist’ does not wear a helmet in the various work situations mentioned above, exposing an easily recognizable face and obviously does not impede or negatively affect the work, his behavior should not be considered a violation of the Work Regulations.”
————Excerpt from "Carosini Dynasty Edition of the Customs Code of Wandering Port, 10th Edition V2.0"
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"If I could conquer the empire with cooking skills and inherited dishes, I wouldn't have stayed in the borderland like now. I have led everyone to surround the Sun Star Domain like a prairie fire. Iron... The canteen of Tianming Iron has absolutely overwhelming power when facing the cooking of the empire. I am very confident in this matter. What? Why do you ask why is so confident? The empire has made its fortune from Albion! What is it not British cuisine?! Isn't British cuisine? Isn't it even worse than the free soup in our officers' canteen?"
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The first day of dinner ended before midnight in Wandering Harbor.
During this period, the captive lady reluctantly realized through a quick knife and fork fighting on the dining table that the suspicious grass roots in the soup pot may not have been overcooked, and that it has a name called White Radish that is not easy to pronounce in the elves but is described in their language.
——Why did she understand some of the languages of these monkeys? Did her former job require dealing with these lower races? If this is the case, she will adjust her mindset and choices, and she will be a more immediate creature, adjusting herself to adapt to the current battle.
According to this barbarian monkey soldier, the swelling grass roots of white radish must be stewed until they melt in their mouth before they can absorb the soup. The green plants she thought were leaves were not leaves, but were root-removing and tender plants of some kind of herb, in order to add enough specific nutrients to dinner according to the requirements of the treasure book.
Finally, although the soup was filled with bone-cooked meat, there was no foam residue that affected her appetite, nor the fishy smell covered by spices, but it was not as boring as usual diet. It showed a beautiful milky white texture, and the taste was light and delicious and unprecedentedly complex. Even if it was as picky as her taste buds, it was impossible to admit that this monkey, who was dressed too gorgeously, was very good at making soup.
The smell of witchcraft herbs, broaching and stolen from the beginning was actually the surface of the scorched meat chop and the original spices used when frying - it seemed that the other party thought that the witchcraft herbs and seasonings were not inconsistent, but she still decided to take only one bite until she carefully bite the brown coking layer formed by Maillard's reaction.
The warm gravy full of myogenic gravy, which was preserved in the soft flesh inside the crispy shell under the right heat, burst out like a grand explosion in her mouth. She suddenly realized how empty and hungry her stomach, which had been hungry, was.
The foods are primitive enough, but the ancient wisdom and devoted skills contained in them are wonderful and heavy enough. These gorgeous and rich emotions fill her cold and shriveled stomach bags. She blinked hard while eating. Although this emotion she didn't even know what she could call it. The barbarian monkey soldier sitting opposite placed a bowl of steaming soup under her face.
"Want to change your taste? Maybe you can try the taste that is made with your own tears."
She cursed viciously and threw the last handful of fruit forks at her hands towards the other person's eyes, while tasting the bitter and fresh salty taste in the broth.
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"It seems that you are healing as fast as he said."
The warrior who was quite pleasing to their tribe muttered as she sat in her seat with a sense of fulfillment that she had never had before, annoyed by his rude view of her as a lower race who was equal or even less capable of taking care of herself, but was a little lazy and confused by the desire to be satisfied and the warm currents they brought to flow through their limbs.
This sleepiness becomes even more obvious after this beautiful male genetically modified man returns from the kitchen and ignites a progester stove that cracks the original firewood that mimics no burning efficiency.
She curled herself up on a furniture seat made of steel skeletons, soft cloths and other soft stuffing. The wide blue and white trousers covered most of the curves of her body, just like the hair of a long-haired cat. Others could only see her sucking her strong and powerful legs on the sofa, miraculously curling her body into a ball.
Hearing this sentence, she subconsciously hummed a vague nasal sound from her nose as an inquiry, just like she was heading towards her subordinates...who...? Once again, like a spire burning like white phosphorus, a sandy land splashing with blood, a road made of corpses, and a humming like a clown... At the end of memory, she was still waiting for Victor's unfathomable eyes. A severe headache came like lightning. She covered her head until the other party stood in front of her that she realized that she didn't know what she had just said.
"It's very interesting. My servo skull has recorded and sent out the contents of the alien language you just spoke."
"Who? I just...I just want to ask who mentioned my speed of recovery. The poor doctor's stitching a little deeper is enough to murder me. The blood actors in Comoros are going to sigh at his medical skills in murder."
She rolled her eyes and tried to find some sarcastic words. The hateful monkey opposite seemed to see what she was thinking, "The servo skull has left here, and you cannot leave my guardianship. Also, if you have any objections to the person sewing you and applying medicine, it was our pharmacist who took the time to treat you. The last time he came, he said that you would wake up soon, so I cooked things in the kitchen according to the recipe. And you stepped on the recipe."
He raised a booklet in his hand, which looked familiar. Only then did she notice that the manuscript was indeed what she stepped on when she stepped into the kitchen.
But how could this be her fault?
"I haven't seen anyone throwing the recipe on the ground to cook," she said with confidence.
"Then you see it now. And a gladiator or witch spirit like you actually turned a blind eye to such a big thing, so..."
He walked up to her proudly, and she suddenly realized how tall he was, but why he seemed to be more pleasing to the eye than other monkeys - even in the power armor, he was longer and closer to the proportions of all this type of gene modulated humans she had ever seen in her memory that she had not yet remembered.
"...Then the next thing is the distribution of the bed in the bedroom, which is obviously."
The dark spirit girl suddenly wanted to kick the handsome face out of its owner's cervical spine.
When the abominable Monkey Warrior proposed that the ownership of the only serious bed in the bedroom must be returned because she stepped on his recipe, the Dark Eldar girl felt an unknown but great offense, and the narcissistic guy was still talking on her own. "Maybe you were a princess, a baron or a female consul, dear, but here I have let you sleep in my bed for a few nights. Sleeping on the sofa has forced me to spend more time correcting the joints and sword tips that started to deform in 0.00001 degrees! Now, I want to get my bed back, and you, go to the sofa, that is much more suitable for your body shape."
"Then why don't you go to the floor? You gene-modulated slaves still need beds and sleep? Then I will be happy to deprive them and then appreciate your pain and anger!"
When she finished saying this, her cat-like body had already rushed to Lucius. Her talent and murder skills naturally revealed in her every move were perfect. She had already grasped the knife she had just eaten. This small silver blunt metal object could not even break the skin of the Space Marine in the hands of ordinary people, but in her hands it was easy to pass through Lucius' polished enamel coating, and her head even broke a little plastic soft lining at his joints under the strange force contained in the slender limb muscles.
Instead of responding to the ignorant belief slogans of rotting corpses, boring fighting roars or yelling at her, the former emperor's son did not respond as she had expected, with a joyful smile upon his face.
"This level meets the conditions for a more severe counterattack..."
Then he avoided her attempt to paralyze one of his arms with a softness and speed that was almost impossible for a big guy like him, and then he drew out the knife under his sword belt and began to fight her almost face to face in this not-so-large living room.
And, obviously, what attracted him at this moment was her martial arts talent, and he had no intention of pitying the beauty. His attacks were old-fashioned, cruel, and talented as a killer who also surprised her, showing how vicious the other party would be if he fell into another situation and made his own art champion by destroying the beauty.
The meticulous and polite care before was more like a fine web of rules to restrain the surging passions in his body. Now she could taste them from the fine particles scattered into the air. In every bite of soup and dish, there was the passion of the maker, and these were like a little bit of passion crumbs filed from a whole piece of spice mother's body, which came from the hateful monkey in front of her.
They fought from the edge of the sofa to the sideboard, the petals of wild lily were cut straight and scattered to the ground, emitting a more rich, dark fragrance, their eyes shining like burning, and the slight attention to each other's muscle agitation or the charging of the servo motor occupied every distraction in the process of this veneer dance between killing and confrontation, so that no one noticed the blurry and horrifying colors around their own figures reflected in the mirror, and wet teeth, claws or pointed tails.
Eventually, because of her injuries, a more obvious wound breakdown caused her to temporarily lose her center of gravity.
As they stopped dancing, Astart held a wild lily branch in his hand to replace his weapon, which drew a bloodletting line that only bloodthirsty would like to be under the surveillance collar on the neck of the dark Eldar women.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
"Okay, Ms. Bichi, I'm going to keep my sleep time, which will keep my form perfect until Lord Angelon returns."
She cursed him with the most vicious and obscene words, but the monkey told her before entering the bedroom that he did not feel offended by these words, because "Hey, do you know? I have a brother who has not met for a hundred years, or maybe ten thousand years, and when I saw him again, they told me that he had carved all the most vulgar poems on the surface of his power armor - which gave me inspiration, and I carved all the hymns I wrote for Lord Angelon on my shoulder armor."
"Spit!"
She angrily smashed herself into the mat, and the headache made her drowsy again, and she fell into her dream.
...or he should belong to you.
The clown playing in Gaoqi's singing voice was gentle, and her voice appeared in the ears of the Dark Spirit.
The uneasiness that had already calmed rose again, and under the dark water it had hungry teeth, suggesting that she had the possibility of gaining real attention in the universe.
"What do you mean?" Her skin trembled in tiny trembling because of the future of some possibility.
She also wanted to ask, but the favorite of the God of Laughing had disappeared with a dissipated laughter and gorgeous cycling.
She woke up suddenly. The smell in the air changed.
"Who has come just now?"
An alert voice sounded behind her with her footsteps, but the sound from the breath grid megaphone was not the one she wanted to hear at the moment.
OK.
"It's nothing, I want to blow the wind here." Her long hair was blown away by the wind from the air conditioner, floating through her pointed ears. "There is no reason, monkey. - Where is he?"
"Who? You alien." It seems that the other party had no intention of tolerating her verbal attack at all.
"My Guardian." She raised her head proudly, revealing her slender and white neck, looking up at Astat, who was much taller than her, without fear.
"You said Lucius?" asked the monkey wearing a helmet opposite. "He will be back soon, you'd better not mess with anything before that."
Very well, she thought, now she will know the name of the handsome monkey first.
(This chapter ends)