Chapter 12 Can you pursue it a little
Early morning
Destiny Steel (Iron-Blooded)
Lower deck
An unknown corner
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The two people who hid themselves under the black hooded burqa finally exchanged opinions with each other with gestures in the wide sleeves.
One of them left in a hurry, while the other waited in place and changed his position.
After a while, the third man in black appeared alertly.
They nodded to each other, then stretched out their hands and started talking with gestures under the cover of their sleeves.
[Are you sure it’s safe here? 】
【Relatively speaking. I've been observing for a long time, and my master's monitoring intervals here have become longer recently in the early morning hours. 】
【This is too risky! If we are discovered, we may all end up in hell beasts! 】
【It is also possible that before entering the hell beast, we have already turned into the depraved and debauched appearance of our miserable cousin. ]
Hearing this, the latter seemed to be convinced immediately. He shifted his weight uneasily, [Then what are your plans? 】
The first man in black thought.
[First of all, have you smelled a strange smell or fragrance recently when your father appeared? It feels like...fur, saliva, fermented grains, and incense. 】
【So you smell it too? I thought it was some unknown small animal that had entered the ventilation system, and asked the maintenance team to climb in with armed servitors for inspection. 】
【It seems that everyone smelled it. Combined with previous experience, I think this is a suspicious point, and we should start from here...]
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After a large purchase, the Destiny Steel left the port fully loaded with resources and new crew members, and was sailing to a certain destination in accordance with the wishes of the Iron Lord.
What? I would like to ask those who make normal purchases where do the funds come from? Just ask Perturabo’s dream wine inventory.
Petura Boben's dog's comment on this is: ...Anyway, dogs can neither eat grapes nor drink wine; anyway, I can neither kill him nor kill him!
Considering that in addition to the slave trade, other people at the port were also quite generous in their purchases. Word would spread that a wealthy Rogue Trader in a moon-sized barge had entered the sector.
When traveling in space, you can say that there are many things going on at every moment, or you can say that there are very few things going on.
If a ship in decent condition is to sail safely in today's universe, if it does not plan to rely too much on the Supreme Sky, the wind of ether, metaphysics and mysticism in addition to the Star Torch, then it will require a lot of boring, repetitive but necessary daily maintenance. and maintenance.
Even though the Iron Blood has a very high degree of automation and carries a large number of Iron Ring mechs - someone still needs to maintain and monitor these machines.
In the past, Perturabo himself only needed to allocate a small amount of computing power to complete most of the preparatory work, but recently the Iron Lord claimed that he needed to devote his energy to more important causes - so A busy and repetitive day of overtime constitutes the main part of the crew's daily work these days, and the supply of Reca coffee in both the officers' mess and the lower mess is in short supply.
Oh, if you don’t count two things:
The Iron Warriors’ frequent mysterious and unexpected “minor accidents” and the one who often triggers his anti-psionic stance in various prohibited areas and then disappears mysteriously Wizard - Think Tank's Words.
"Perturabo", which has received countless damage control reports, has ordered that no one is allowed to use rituals, spells, weapons and body parts to cause casualties in the work area of the ship, and that the gladiatorial cage must be removed! Strip me naked and beat me hard!
Honso has undoubtedly done a pretty good job as the Primarch's personal *regular* pharmacist. The Fearless Elder's condition has been completely stabilized, and he is supplied with enough sedatives and nutrients every day; while the thirty unfinished people The implantation of the suspended meninges has been completed by his hands, and the drug shock and hypnosis training have also gone very smoothly.
It is said that he is now very obsessed with such things as "how to perform nineteen Astartes transformation surgeries under the most primitive conditions", "how to quickly collect the gene seeds of both sides when being surrounded and attacked and in battles" and Research on topics such as "How to efficiently utilize gene seed production capacity", but he still did not forget to submit detailed physical examination reports for the recruits on time.
Perturabo flipped through the data pad, "Igor, Marco, Maxim, Vitalier... Julius who must be noticed?"
Oh , not surprisingly, that golden-haired kid with a scheming face is... huh? A newly awakened psyker? Showing more signs of psychic powers as the surgery progresses? And the psychic level prediction would be pretty good? Suggest arranging think tank training? Are you kidding...
Bian Mu was sitting on his sofa throne full of monitor screens. After processing the latest medical report in deep thought, he raised his head. What he saw made him roar again.
"Lamizane Carosini! What are you doing?! Where are the daily reports on the internal monitoring of the ship?!"
"Well, there is still time before the deadline. . I think, let's make a water blower first..."
The dog looked at the other person with a look of "Have you ()()() been tricked into Tzeentch's head again?"
“Pepe.” Lamizane connected the water blower hose in his hand and walked seriously to the border collie.
Perturabo's ears stood up alertly, and his muscles tensed. He licked the tip of his nose, "I'm warning you..."
"Today you should take a bath, trim your fur, untie knots, brush your teeth, and pick out your ears again. , Cut your nails. ""..."
Lami Zane reached out to pick up the stinky-faced Bian Mu, held it under his arm, and strode toward the newly made steel bathtub. Go.
“Your hair is so sticky! I can’t believe it! Come on, let’s sprinkle some of this cologne-scented conditioner on you after you’ve washed it that I was just thinking about making.”
The Border Collie stood up on his hind legs and put his two wet front paws on the edge of the bathtub. His soaked fur stuck to his body one by one.
Perturabo's face was very gloomy, his ears were drooping, and his beard was dripping with foam and bath water.
"... Sometimes I really wonder whether you are favored by the Umpertian Heaven or by the Paradise Heaven."
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After a series of After the bath and beauty routine, the super fluffy, soft, warm, and fragrant meat pads came out of the oven. Perturabo jumped back on his sofa throne.
The amount of processing information to be done on the screen has accumulated to a considerable number.
Bian Mu frowned and transferred some of the data that needed to be processed into the waiting queue of LOGOS, while looking at his huge body that was carefully collecting the dog hair that had been combed off - ah, this scene no matter what No matter how many times I watch it, I feel like I want to burn down the galaxy.
After monitoring the communication channels of the heirs one by one, and then tracking and correcting the psychic monitoring collar data on the neck of the current think tank, the Thousand Sons Wizard, who was wandering outside the second floor of the library, Pei Turabo was in a rare state of absent-mindedness.
He held a very dry strip of meat in his mouth, letting the muscle fibers brush against his teeth, while tilting his head and looking at the screen.
Perturabo suddenly asked a profound question.
"Have you ever thought about what to do next?"
"What?" He turned around and carefully closed the lid of the lint collection box, "What do you mean?"
"I mean...can you pursue it a little bit?"
"For example?"
"For example, go back to summon my descendants and start a war on the entire planet. Engine, appoint an excellent commander, reintegrate my legion, give Dorn's ridiculous descendants a fatal blow, and then launch a truly epic battle, starting with the destruction of an entire galaxy and spreading to the entire galaxy. The Milky Way announces your arrival or makes the insects on Terra panic and regard you as their doom."
"Uh."
His body stood in a straight posture, which meant that he was really thinking about this matter seriously.
"First of all." Lamizane pondered and wiped his hands, "I think you may have some misunderstanding about me."
"Oh?"
" In the past, when I bought meat for my dogs, I only dared to buy clean meat that was completely processed and only needed to be cooked.”
The dog frowned, just like he did when he was still in his body.
“What do you want to explain?”
“I want to explain, maybe you don’t realize it, but since I came to this place, being able to do what I am now is considered to be the willpower of a person who is happy with things. Top notch.”
“Hmph!”
“Secondly,” the outsider chose his words carefully, “I don’t think there is that much desire to do this kind of thing in this body. Strong... actually."
They stared into each other's eyes.
“Actually, I think you should think about your next situation, Perturabo.”
Gua, I’m writing, I’m writing, and I’ll save some more [Title] Move
(End of this chapter)