Chapter 149 Black Orc Lemons and Gifts
"Do you think they will find that the predecessor of the Black Temple was a vegetable field that once grew green skin?" Morse observed the transparent and fully sealed ecological petri dish. ——In other words, a transparent glass wine bottle whose mouth is roughly pinched by spiritual energy, and runes are used to ensure sound insulation and heat insulation.
In this small space that is completely enclosed except for natural light, even the orcs can't get up. After three days of banging on the wall of the glass bottle, they began to fight in a circle in a depressed manner, trying to grab the delicious skogo from their companions' mouths.
"Definitely, many engineers know that the location on the drawing is the shipboard ecological field." Perturabo took the newly arrived legion documents and sat down in the office Dorn lent him, and glanced at Glancing at the glass bottle on the table, he asked, "Is this potted plant okay?"
"It's still very energetic and can continue to be cultivated." Morse replied and sat down on the sofa on the side. A carved walrus tusk fell out of the air, and Morse stretched out his hands to catch it and hold it in his arms. This time he used abstract hunting in the ice field as a pattern. He inlaid miniature colored chips on the outer wall of the walrus tusks to improve the monotonous colors.
Perturabo began reviewing the papers. Recently, he has devoted so much energy to the ineffective sterilization work of Rogal Dorn's Phalanx that the regular affairs of the Iron Warriors Legion themselves have been neglected to a certain extent. When he realized this, he immediately corrected himself and buried himself in the pile of paper marked with black and yellow stripes.
"With the style of the Imperial Fists, the predecessor of the temple will not make them doubt the temple itself." Perturabo said, "The practicality of this black temple has been proven . ”
“It’s like you’re in Olympia, where the former Locos Theater was a wet market full of fish, beets, honey and straw hats. ”
Moore. As Si spoke, he applied the diluted bright red paint that could flow along the tip of the pen into the carving details. It quickly flowed and extended in the carved lines, strengthening the concave and convex three-dimensional surfaces through the bleeding lines.
While Morse waited for the paint to dry, Perturabo continued: "The black temple with the alien bones and death as its foundation is actually symbolically correct."
"Anyway, considering that this was once a green-skinned mushroom field, I still find this waste recycling interesting." Morse commented, "I can almost imagine other legions and the Imperial Fists one day interacting with each other. Fight, and use the origin of the temple on the Phalanx to tease the Templars' behavior."
"How to tease?" Perturabo skillfully used the multi-tasking ability of the Primarch to make some mistakes. Focus was thrown into thinking about the joke against the Imperial Fists, "That they are overly pragmatic?"
"You are too serious." Morse picked up a dry brush to enhance the sculpting expression "If it were me, I would say that they are indeed fanatics who can make the orcs feel ashamed."
"Black orcs?" Perturabo said coldly.
“Wow,” Morse laughed, “be careful of the Templar getting angry.”
"I would not call a son of Rogal Dorn that in front of outsiders," Perturabo said seriously, discussing an unserious topic. "It would be detrimental to his honor."
"I know. But. This is actually quite appropriate. The sleeveless robe Sigismund wears is black, and only the black armor completely matches the literal description of this word. "
Perturabo. He lowered his head, letting the shadows on his face hide the raised corners of his mouth. "Well," he said, "it's a pity that Roger Dorn loves lemon yellow paint."
"He doesn't even know what a lemon is," Morse pointed out. Lemonade?”
“Drink, what’s wrong?”
Morse snorted, "Pure industrial garbage, a completely nutritious and light-flavor concoction, a nightmare taste that only anyone who has never drunk lemonade can imagine - do you want him to come in? There is a giant knocking on the door. ."
"Good morning, Dorn," said Perturabo.
"Don't lemonade taste like that?" Dorn pushed the door open because Perturabo didn't lock the door and he had knocked on the door. "I'll have the lab research a better formula when I have time." He arrived at the door while the two were talking about lemon paint.
After briefly confirming that he indeed liked tartrazine and that Invite’s lemonade was indeed an industrial synthetic product, Roger Dorn calmly accepted the two people’s comments. , and felt relieved that they knew so much about who they really were and how they felt about it.
"I'm glad I didn't criticize you along with Morse." Perturabo said, "When it comes to lemons, we have conquered all the way, and indeed we have not seen any planet retaining lemon plants."
"He found more fragments of Shakespeare than lemons."
Morse made a magnifying glass in the air to paint the tiny carvings in more detail. Rather than letting the eyes shine directly, he feels that this relatively retro approach can better express the unique nobility of handicraft inheritors in the technological age.
“A whole second act of Hamlet, and eighteen kinds of continuations written by people themselves, such as Hamlet becoming the king of the wild hunt and wielding a sword to slay demons and defeat Frank.”
“That one is obviously It’s an ending made up by the locals themselves,” Perturabo said, “It’s extremely divorced from the previous work. I think Hamlet and Laertes together...”
"Stop, my Iron Lord." Morse quickly stopped. "Laertes was male in the original version."
"Huh?" Donne asked.
"Nothing." Perturabo said, "I made a mistake about an insignificant thing. And if you really want a lemon, you can entrust the Mechanicus to restore the lemon's genes. I believe them Relevant gene fragments have been preserved."
"What is this, Perturabo? Since you commissioned the Mechanicum to restore kiwi fruits and received a box of melons with kiwi fruit labels, you decided to test again. The ability of the Mechanicus?”
“It is necessary to ensure that the abilities of those who contribute technology to the Emperor can meet the needs of restoring the Empire.”
"Okay, I will remember this." Rogal Dorn said, "I thank you for your selfless dedication to clearing the Phalanx of greenskin orcs."
"I understand. , brother." Perturabo said, keeping up with Donne's jumping thoughts - or maybe Donne came here just to say this, and felt that any transitional guidance between lemons and thanks was too redundant. "No need to say thank you, we work together under the Sky Eagle banner."
"If you think that this kind of gratitude is equivalent to what you have done for me, then I will not continue to say more." Roger Do En blinked steadily and regularly, "In addition, Perturabo, I thank your heirs for their contribution to my pursuit..."
"Okay, Dorn." Perturabo put down the documents. Using the data pen, he opened the drawer and took out a square iron box. "Is there anything else?"
Dorn closed his mouth and opened it again, "I would also like to thank your engineers for their work on Invite and the Phalanx..."
"And?"
"Thank you for your exemplary role in the healthy development of brotherly relationships and providing me with a learning goal." Roger Dorn finally finished a sentence.
"You'd better not tell the other brothers that you learned from me." Perturabo whispered, throwing the iron box towards Rogal Dorn, who reached out and caught it in the air. "The Phalanx and Invite have been repaired, and the Iron Warriors are preparing to rejoin the Great Crusade. Open it and take a look. This is my parting gift to you."
(End of this chapter)