Chapter 622 Then hurry up and lift it up! -
Considering that I am currently here to conduct field research rather than start a film, it seems that it is not suitable to live in any city, let alone the option of living in Rocks - no matter what, Ramizane is still somewhat strangely guilty.
After all, before he got down to the ground, he had learned from Company Commander Atoracles that Locks became his stop after Damekos' death, and the current jurisdiction of the city-state that once adopted Peturabo was Peturabo's adoptive sister, Kelly Fanny.
Out of some guilt that he couldn't explain clearly, he didn't want to face her directly for the time being.
So after comprehensive consideration, Ramizane chose a location between Locks and Cardis as the place to establish the reception camp. This location is not far from the main road between Locks and Artis, and is a place with convenient transportation and obvious landmarks.
The camp is surrounded by mountains and waters and is located at the foot of a beautiful and iconic snow-capped mountain. This snow-capped mountain is the tallest of the three sister peaks on the planet. It is named after a god by the locals. However, Ramizane chose it mainly because this snow-capped mountain is particularly like a 3K Terra tourist destination that he wanted to go to in the past but never went to.
The location is roughly decided next to the main road between cities on the map, and the rest is left to Frix, and the company commander arranged it in a smooth manner.
To speed up, the camp's construction workers used all the Legion warriors in luxury, and the materials were pure gold components carried on the Iron Blood, silver-gray metal satin and other items that matched the identity of the Principle. The Chief Trident assured him that before this evening, the Principle could rest in a luxurious and comfortable tent with the ability to receive envoys and resist the wind and snow in the mountains.
Since that's the case, we can't wait while everyone is working, Ramizane took Dantioc and the other two to go on a hike with excitement.
Of course, the one wearing a full set of power armor.
"Umm...! This is so juvenile!"
After finding the built-in air conditioner of LOGOS, built-in power-assisted electronic muscle bundles and setting them all, Ramizane began to head towards the promising hillside with confidence. It was so pleasant to climb the snow-capped mountain in the warm spring power armor, but Danti Oak's eyes became more and more strange and worried when he looked at the father of genes.
"Look! Dantiok! This is so beautiful! This is the scenery you want to see when you climb here!"
They did not easily climb the sunny hillside in the wind and snow. The war blacksmith looked at the Lord of Steel with a twisted face as he took out his exquisite and powerful war weapons and melted them on the glacier one by one. Then he looked along the Lord of Steel's admiring gaze—
The blacksmith's breathing paused for a moment.
The golden sun that was sliding towards the horizon shone on the dark green coniferous forests and mountain meadows below the snow line, casting tall and straight shadows.
The gray, low rocky peaks and the weathered and broken gravel at their feet stood between thick green velvet blankets like collapsed castles. Cattle and sheep of various colors were being shouted and driven into the railings by the shepherds.
In the depression where people live, wisps of smoke are rising from the chimneys, and orange and yellow warm lights have already lit up in the traditional stone-built farmhouses.
Further away, an ancient glacier was winding down from the canyon like a gray-white dragon. The pale blue ice tongue turned into a clear glacier melting stream under the snow line. The stream flowed through white, pink and yellow fairy trees, tiger ear grass and primrose, through coniferous forests composed of cedars and fir trees, through hillside grasslands covered with thyme, dill, blue gentian and vein roots, and finally flowed through the mountains and towns, and into the river at the foot of the mountain.
All of this is coated with a thin layer of gold by the sunset light, which presents an extremely clear and extremely bright immersive effect in Astart's genetically modified eyes.
——This is their homeland, Olympia, the home star of the Iron Warrior, still retains her beauty since ancient times, but the rebellious world meets the Lord of Steel, and is destined to end with blood and desperate pyres of pyres——
Dantiok took a deep breath of cold and dry air from the mountain with a clear pain, and his aging trachea sent him a series of coughs in time, making him suddenly realize that he was no longer the child who caught the lost lamb for his father like an antelope in the mountains.
Realizing that he had been hung aside for several minutes by fascinatingly watching every scene he had been familiar with since childhood, he immediately tried to apologize to the father of genes and make up for something.
However, the gene primordial did not seem to be displeased. In fact, Ramizane still seemed to be excited, and kept twisting his body, squinting his eyes, and posing in various positions in many directions of the void, which made Dantioc look frightened.
"Sir..." The war blacksmith was very uncertain whether he should speak out at this moment to show his presence, but he still asked in a natural sense of responsibility and the feeling of stepping on the ground of the mother star. "You are...?"
"Huh?"
"…I mean, do you need help? Sir?"
"Oh! Of course you need it! Very much! Just need it! Come on, Danti Oak! Your helmet has a photography function, right?"
"…Yes…? Sir…?”
"Very good! I just happened to take photos of pure landscapes, so come here..."
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They went down the mountain much faster than when they were up the mountain, and they flew back.
This is because, I was completely worried that the Primarch was alone and only with a single Dantioc, whose combat ability had decreased, and Fricks ran around the mountain. As soon as the construction of the Primarch's camp tent was completed, he immediately sent someone to drive the Stormbird to pick them up.
"Sir, everything is up to your preference."
"Oh..."
What appeared before Ramizane was an open and extremely flat open space, cutting off the top of the small rocky peaks they had seen when they just looked out. Then, on the water-milled plane cut from the rock, they drilled holes to build up a pillar of pure gold and built a huge ceil with silver-gray metal satin. The huge meaning was that this dome almost covered the entire flattened mountain.
This mountain-moving power, which was completed in just half a day, will surely shock the envoys who are familiar with the scenery here, and not to mention that the polished rock floor is carefully and thickly covered with pure white, washed fine sand, which will feel like a smooth carpet when anyone step on it.
The palace tent is surrounded by elegant furniture that matches the original body, and it is elegantly decorated with various antiques, treasures and statues brought from Olympia for over 150 years. The considerate chief trident also added a lot of soft cushions to the seats and beddings that are convenient for people to fall down anytime and anywhere according to the Primarch's recent reclusive and unexplained preferences on the command deck.
Finally, out of the fact that Primarch may not want to let visitors see his relaxed posture during the so-called "investigation" or the understanding of the Steel Warriors - "negotiation or ultimatum", Fricks also cleverly arranged the heavy curtains that can effectively block people from outside from peeping into the indoor gaze. When Dantioc saw this, the first thing he felt was, "This is too bad for Peturabo. I thought there would be no seats here except for the throne of his father." Of course, he kept this evaluation wisely in his mouth.
And Ramizane's opinion is...
"The reception room doesn't need to consider the comfort of these nobles too much. After all, they are already planning to split up."
He said in contemplation, "Although I plan to conduct research before making a decision, I am not here to knelt down here... not to coax them. So, I think it's almost the same to put a suitable desk in front of my throne in the outside room, and put their seats in front of the desk, which is lower than mine, and the distance to be able to talk to. And have they sent a group of representatives here? Fricks, have you seen them at the foot of the mountain?"
The Chief Trident bowed and heard the words. As he raised his head, a clear sense of disgust for the result of this reception appeared on his face.
"Yes, sir."
"What do you think?" Ramizane asked, adding, "First impression and opinion, but it's okay to say it."
"Despicable villains, politicians, speculators." A series of spicy comments spit out from the mouth of the chief trident. "The disgusting professional political brokers, the lobbyist with interests, and more importantly, each of them is too arrogant and thinks that as a representative, he is on par with you, us, the soldiers of the Legion, and talks about what they are happy to do and what they are not happy to do."
"So, they are not leaders or princes in their city or alliance?"
"No, sir." The first company commander shook his head slowly. "No tyrant or prince from the city state came in person. All those waiting in camp No. 2 were borers, chameleons and cowardly villains! I passed on to them the willingness to talk to the city state leaders himself, and then I left. Although they were dissatisfied, they did not even have the courage to catch up with me and ask. When I came to report to you, they only dared to have no sentry behind me to stop their ladder starting point, yelling at me in vain, these cowards who would only make the soldiers bleed and enjoy their own fruits!"
"It's rare to see you so emotionally in front of me, Fricks."
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
The Chief Trident saluted again, "I am just indignant that the people of Olympia have lost their rational wisdom, the courage of warriors and the honor that should be followed after we left, my Lord."
"Well...this sounds like you're a native Olympian, Kedomo Fricks. No wonder he likes you."
The Lord of Steel actually chuckled, but the meaning and laughter in this sentence made the tremor of fear sweep across everyone present: I hope the Primarch will not be too serious in the next thunder method... I hope Olympia will not be issued a variety of extinction orders.
"What about now?" Dantioc continued to ask in an interesting tone when he heard the Primarch, "Have they all gone back?"
"Yes, my lord, after I conveyed your wishes, they are now all going back to tell their masters."
"That's good. Given that your evaluation of them is so low, it also makes my expectations for how much self-aware the people in power here have been reduced a little. After all, the conditions for opportunities will only be reduced one after another. Let's see what tricks these nobles can make when they come back next. Ah, but before that, there is something more important."
The Lord of Steel slapped his hands, and the metal echo that stirred everyone trembled with trembling.
"Have the team we sent out returned?" The Primarch's voice sounded very much.
Dantioc raised his head in confusion.
Frix blinked a little confusedly, "...Yes, sir, come back, follow your instructions."
"Then bring it up quickly! I can't wait!"
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"Tsk tsk, look at how good the mutton is! The slandered one-year-old goat's lamb chops and lamb legs! Wonderful! And the mountain leeks! This skewer of sausage is great! The quality of this sack of chicken is really good! They are all fat! I think the stewed soup is excellent! Oh! Garlic! Fresh garlic! Thyme! Pepper! Bolete! Brown mushroom! And with water vapor! Oh! Fresh, real, hand-squeezed milk! Real butter! Real freshly dug potatoes!... Well, um, artichokes and turmeric! Just be sloppy... and these fresh tomatoes, bell peppers and lettuce lettuce! I said it was the right thing to come to the ground! [Gutera swears] I will eat those damn synthetic foods until I get angry! Even butter and eggs are artificial! I can't find half a vegetable seed on the big iron blood! I think some roman lettuce can't be eaten! I'm really convinced! Even if the sky is extinct today, I have to eat it first!"
The others had already been spent on the Primarch's palace tent, and the two tridents left behind were once again staring at the Primarch as he looked at the Primarch with his fingertips, looking at the pile of very secular, rough foods that ordinary mountain farmers eat on the white and rustling ground.
This look of squatting on the ground with useless animal and plant materials lists and no primordial style, as crazy as if they were the latest developed weapons, really made the two loyal descendants feel as painful as being placed on an iron pot.
This nagging look that is as clear as a family, focused and joyful as a person, is completely different from the previous Lord of Steel who gallops through the starry sea, is harsh and cold but saves his offspring. It can also be said to be a typical symptom of madness and the fact that he is terminally ill. Obviously, returning to Olympia and the stupid actions of this group of mortals have made the Primarch's condition worse.
They looked at each other, and the pain, contradictions and anger in their eyes were clearly visible.
But obviously someone who was igniting the new cast iron pot and stew pot didn't notice this.
"Hehe... Mushroom stewed spring chicken soup... Butter potatoes... Borscht... Fried roasted lamb chops... Roasted lamb legs... Frix! Dantioc!"
The two nervous tridents rushed to the primordial body immediately, put their hands on their weapons alertly, and began to look around.
"Come on, you, wash the vegetables for me, especially this basket of mushrooms and potatoes... You, cut the lamb for me, and then use these wood to peel the sticks to string them together..."
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So, when the city-states sent representatives of nobles to pay their respects again, these noble men and women had just stepped onto the platform of this mountain proudly and at a loss that they had never smelled, which was extremely rich and domineering... food fragrance... covered the sky and the sky, no, and came overwhelming.
Too malicious! ! ! !
Is it such a threat? ! ! ! !
Everyone thought so, but they also noticed with great shame that their stomachs were roaring.
(This chapter ends)