Chapter 276 Arrangement
"We... They have a kind of micro-fungus that is specially cultivated and selected to make a unique taste of cheese; the formula continues from the ancient Eldar Empire, and its only function It just makes people with normal taste have no intention of eating for a week. But, huh..."
Conrad Coates held a fork awkwardly and turned over the square piece on the plate. The sauce is burnt black and pickled, and the sauce with unknown ingredients flows along the surface of the silver fork, leaving a thick black pulp wherever it goes.
"I found that it has another use, and that is to help someone induce vomiting during first aid after taking this jumping meal."
After speaking, Curze smiled his signature unnatural smile at the Emperor, who was sitting across from him.
"Am I right, Father?" He deliberately softened his voice. "How did you manage to eat these... things, the great Galactic Emperor?"
On the other side of the long table, Morse grinned at the sudden change in the tone of the Primarch's voice. Underneath, the shiver smoothed over the skin through the sleeves.
The emperor's hand holding the fork gently lowered it. He glanced at Conrad Coates calmly. No matter whether it was the golden laurel crown on his head that seemed to be emitting platinum light, or the black robe embroidered with gold eagles, there was no trace of being messed up.
It’s hard to imagine that such a distinguished king used his gold-plated fork to finish a plate of fried mushroom slices half-cooked with puff balls as if nothing had happened.
A whole plate.
"I actually didn't ask you to eat..." Angron moved forward in his seat.
As the Emperor took his first bite, Angron admitted that he was actually laughing. But after the Emperor and Konrad Curze began to inexplicably compete secretly over the objects on the table that could barely be called "food", Angron gradually felt a sense of guilt and unease in his heart.
"Normally they wouldn't make Tiaotiao like this. Today they were thinking about how to prepare the best meal for the emperor to celebrate, so they developed some... unusual food."< br>
“Oh, Angron,” Mors said, sitting on a special high chair, tapping his fingers on the table casually, “in front of us, you don’t actually need to restrain your greenskin accent. For example 'Rehmannia', I like this pronunciation very much."
The emperor turned a deaf ear to the chatter next to him. He was still looking at Conrad's face intently.
"You can do it too," the Emperor said. "You have the potential to beat me in these areas. Will you do it, Eighth Son?"
Conrad Coates took a mouthful of pickled pork, and the moment his lips touched the tip of the fork, He dropped his fork sharply.
"I'm not Leman Russ, why do I have to compete with you in eating and drinking?" Curze leaned back angrily, pushing the plate and his awkward fork away. "You win, Emperor."
Once a person develops the bad habit of grabbing food with his hands early in life, tableware will change from a practical tool to a A cynical "ineffective prop to fake civility."
The emperor nodded calmly, and a layer of golden light floated on the surface of his empty dinner plate, just like a speck of dust in the air stirring up ripples in the air current.
After the light floating on the surface faded, the illusion was exposed. The untouched puff-ball grilled mushroom slices were stir-fried half-cooked and reappeared on the porcelain plate with gold-rimmed patterns.
"I win, Konrad Curze." The Emperor said, without any clue that he had just won an eating and drinking contest by deception - or perhaps this was not an illegal trick. After all, no one in the field has stated clear rules of the game.
Koz’s eyes fell on the emperor’s full dinner plate and the clean, golden fork next to it, and he was unable to leave.
The Emperor spoke slowly, with a solemn expression: "You set your rules, Eighth Son. But not everyone will obey it; and among those who obey, there is deception and betrayal. . You will remember this day, and at this time, it all happened just on a high table in a small hall."
"Here we go again," Morse murmured in a low voice. At the same time, let your psychic power help your voice float into the ears of everyone present, "Find some glorious lines as resplendent as the Emperor's Dream to cover up the bad nature of your behavior."
"Morse." The Emperor turned to him.
"You pronounce my name in a dejected way, Emperor." Morse said, "But I still recommend you try the Green Skin Butter Mushroom Beer. It is really good and has a refreshing taste. And it’s spicy enough, much better than your empire’s amaceko.”
The emperor made no move. "I remember that this body of yours did not complete the debugging of the taste system." He said.
Conrad Coates grabbed the goblet, glanced at the bubbling mushroom beer, closed his eyes and drank it in one gulp, raising his eyebrows slightly.
"What Morse said is true, father." Coates said.
Perturabo, who was watching the whole royal dinner where the green chef devoted himself, suddenly said: "That's true."
Angron picked up the cup and fanned the hot air from the beer to his nose Below, he took a sip and said, "It's very good. It's rare for them to think about something right." The beer slightly moistens the mouth.
He put down his cup and fell into silence.
"How?" Morse smiled.
"...Not bad." The emperor said, showing a rare surprise in the two words.
"Really!" Morse did not hesitate to let his laughter echo in the hall. For a moment, the huge golden hall was filled with the laughter of a mortal-sized humanoid. ——Or maybe it's just because others are too quiet.
"Morse..." the Emperor interrupted.
“I just want to say,” Morse immediately stopped laughing, as if the previous laughter was just waiting for the end brought by the emperor, “Now you finally find out that in this hall There is only one person who is cheating, the venerable human emperor. Do you think I will do the same thing as you?"
"In addition, I did calibrate the settings of the taste organ, because I did. Ready to go back to Olympia”
Considering all the possibilities after returning to Olympia, he actually kneaded the body under the black clothes for later use. Twenty years ago in Macragge, he still lingered in his memory when he passed through a large bathhouse but was not allowed to enter.
The emperor slowly inhaled and exhaled, and the radiant spiritual energy on the surface of the golden crown fluctuated, brightening and dimming.
"You are right," the Emperor said, giving up further argument.
He probably just realized that there were three Primarchs in the hall, three of them were having their own talents in the debate, and they were all close to Morse, but he was alone, in the debate You will surely end up with a more unfortunate failure than fried mushroom slices with puff balls and half-cooked mushrooms.
The Emperor took another sip of mushroom beer. This time the drinking process became simpler. "When did you go to Olympia?" asked the Emperor, "and why?"
"You said it, or did I say it?" Morse turned sideways and used body language to emphasize the presence of Perturabo next to him.
"I'll do it." Perturabo nodded, "I'm going to hold a global sports meeting on my home planet to celebrate the smooth progress of the expedition and to regain the competitive spirit required for the expedition. With the launch of the space fortress I built, after the other part of me returns with the energy source, the Cheorwon will be able to ascend into space. If you allow me, Father, I hope to confirm the completion of Konrad Curze and the Legion. Return after the meeting."
"Why this time?" Curze whispered, "What will I do to my legion?"
"Olympia Games" Emperor? ask.
"Yes...that's the name." Perturabo was a little surprised. He was not sure whether the emperor happened to guess the name or whether he really knew something.
"You found this word from a pile of paper in the old library of Olympia, Perturabo," said Morse, "and our Emperor of Mankind is much older than that pile of paper. "
"What about you? What's your age?" Coz asked curiously. He was always curious about this person who had never appeared in his predictions - he was now gradually convinced that reality was different from that of others. The deviation of the prophecy is definitely closely related to Morse.
"Older than Maccad." Morse said, "He has made his appearance look like an old man in gray. Who knows that he is still young and handsome in the etheric field? ?"
"Malcad is vital to the Empire," the Emperor said, "and so are you."
"I heard a kind of 'even' from your 'also'," Morse plucked the jumping sauce on his plate with a fork, "So, will you come to watch our sports meeting?"
"There are many things to do in the expedition, and the responsibility for the rejuvenation of mankind is fully shouldered here. Although a moderate amount of leisure and play is a way to recharge one's energy, I don't need such a chance to rest."
"If I don't go out, Unexpectedly, I will write the scripts for the opening and closing ceremonies," Morse said leisurely, speaking slowly and clearly, "Peturabo suggested setting the theme as human history. I think this is not only meaningful, but Moreover, the available materials are full of legends, so it is the best choice.”
“If this performance is successful, I can write all the plays needed for the next twenty years in one go, which is considered a pleasure. And for... So, are you sure you don’t want to be the artistic director of the historical play I wrote?”
+I will go. +The Emperor said it another way.
"Can I get an invitation?" Coates asked. "I'm not in a hurry to go to Baal."
"Of course, if you want to." Perturabo thought for a moment and agreed.
He thought of a possibility for a moment. If enough space warriors from different legions could attend this sports meeting, it might not be impossible to develop into a grand event that would include all legions in the future. Further laying the foundation for Olympia's importance in the Empire of Man.
"After you have met your genetic offspring, you can also bring some of them with you. I will add a fighting match between Space Marines." Perturabo said, "Although the rules will be different "For your legion on the red sand field," he nodded in the direction of Angron, "this will still be a feast of weapons."
"A feast of blades," Curze spat out a word. , staring at Perturabo, "Why don't you name it like that?"
"Also," the Lord of Iron said, after thinking for a moment, he shook his head slightly, "No, the meaning of the word is too sharp, and it is more like the naming rules adopted by the Imperial Fist. In any case, thank you for your suggestion."
"Angron, are you coming?" he then asked.
"Let me ask Karn." Angron replied, "Let's see if the Legion can spare some time."
"Okay, Olympia looks forward to your arrival."
< br>"I also look forward to seeing the memorial you mentioned, Perturabo." Since the two of them were separated by a table, Angron did not pat Perturabo's shoulder as usual, but only expanded his Smile, "You have built so many Iron Warriors memorials, but we have no chance to see them all."
"Just because we have a rare opportunity to go to Olympia together," Perturabo said, paying attention to the emperor's expression, "Father, you can also visit our memorial hall together, do you agree?"
+Okay. +The Emperor replied curtly, continuing to drink his mushroom wine. He always enjoyed the time when he didn't have to talk.
Perturabo reported the names of his brothers one by one in his mind, and finally said regretfully, "Magnus may not have this time to spare, as a... lifeless battle is breaking out on his flagship. "He has informed me," the Emperor said. "I informed him that he has the right to handle it alone."
"It actually sounds more like a request for help from you," Morse commented casually, "You know, Magnus is really not very good. I like to take care of things behind the curtain.”
"Don't like it much?" Coz repeated, this time it was indeed a subconscious move. He squeezed his fork, brushed his lips with his teeth, and then suppressed his habit of biting his lips to taste the blood.
"To be precise, Magnus's sense of ether is relatively complex." Perturabo added, "He will not resist, but he does not want to use it more - and the premise of all this is that he can He is one of the few best psychic masters within the empire."
Koz took a deep breath. "Okay, so Magnus doesn't have time to go? You make me want to meet him once."
"He himself doesn't have time, but another version of him must."
Perturabo raised a finger, as if to metaphorize the height of something.
"And several of his descendants are still participating in the new round of exchanges within my legion, Iskandar Kayon, the captain of that team. Therefore, can it be counted as him leading the warriors to visit Olympia?"
< br>"In addition..." he said thoughtfully, "those who are far away in the galaxy will postpone the invitation, but Fulgrim, Ferrus Manus and Vulkan will all return to Terra in the near future. Father, Will they be given new urgent missions?"
"Horus Luperkar will," said the Emperor.
"Well, the way you express your trust in him is really unique." Morse shrugged, "Where did your warriors go? Where did your warriors turn? We So that I can go with you to find him."
"That's tentative," Perturabo smiled, "I will invite you, Konrad Curze, Angron, Fu. Grim, Ferrus Magnus, Vulkan, another Magnus, and Rogal Dorn came together to watch the first Olympia Games."
"I'm going to meet with my Eighth Legion tomorrow." Coze stood up and said, "It's really exciting." He made a pun.
(End of this chapter)