Chapter 53: Paperwork can transform people
"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The sound that "social animals" make after working overtime for sixteen hours straight.
【My old bones——】 He slapped the back of his neck and waist, and the joints really made a clicking sound.
Aharin, who was carrying the databoard for another master who was smaller but more efficient, looked at his Primarch like a steel fortress in shock for a second. Flowing quickly and smoothly to the huge love seat where he collapsed into a puddle - pardon the disrespectful term, but he couldn't find a better fit.
Perturabo looked up from his circle of dataslates, shaking his head and glaring at his body.
【That's my body! Damn eyes of fear! What on earth have you done? Didn't you just handle less than one-third of the workload that I used to handle? ! How on earth do you make a primarch's body look like an old mortal? ! 】
【What's so strange? Based on your actual age, your body should be the oldest among all the brothers now. ]
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[Ahem, so you have to pay attention to your health, Pepe. As far as I know, even Leon El'Jonson and Robert Guilliman appeared again. It is inevitable that signs of aging will show up from time to time. Shouldn't you pay more attention to this situation than they do? 】
The border collie laughed angrily, [Oh, then should I give you a health leave? 】
【Eh, really? Then I want to...】
【Go and have your dream (Somnium)! 】
The dog roared, showing his canine teeth, [Those trash in the medical room! They are your responsibility now! 】
A whole stack of data pads and other files were thrown over with the roar, [And! Tell Honso when you go! If he can't come up with the pure gene-seed of the Iron Warriors that satisfies me within the stipulated time limit, then there will be a new high-performance cogitator in the Iron Blood's apothecary room! 】
【Oh, it’s not the prow of a ship. Well, this sounds much more interesting than sitting here processing paperwork all day. 】
【quick! go! Before I stick my claws in your face! Pooh! Don't come here! Bah bah! 】
“Aharin, you are responsible for taking good care of me——me when I am away.”
Happily, he rubbed the two tufts of Perturabo’s ear hair with his hands and After sucking the dog for a while, Lamizane walked out at a brisk pace, naturally summoning a team of hoop robots to follow him.
To this day, in order to facilitate the two of them being limited by their distance from each other and needing to go out from time to time, they used the existing passageway along the bottom of the keel from the bridge to the stern of the Iron Blood to transform an inconvenient passage. A relatively straight but huge movable track capable of suspending a rectangular pod and placing an everyday office inside.
In this way, the distance between the two can be maximized. One dog handles things in the office, and one person is sent out to personally inspect - or take a walk.
By the way, it had only been less than a month since he had been transferred to the Primarch's office, and the previously intimidating black-haired Space Marine with a cold iron look had smoothed out his edges.
Aharin's whole person exuded a feeling of "My master is a border collie. Isn't that normal? He is much smarter than me. Have you ever seen the Lord of Iron, Jia Ziyin, a dog? I have not. Hahahaha, I haven't." "I'm not crazy, I'm still going to make coffee and write a report." The avalanche of elite secretarialism has never changed.
In this regard, Lamizane said that paperwork can transform people. Look, what happened to the veterans of the eternal war, what happened to the Iron Warriors, they really pulled him over and became the general assistant - secretary and attendant. I got used to it quite well and did a pretty good job.
The renovation project of the Iron Blood - the Destiny Steel does not stop there. Considering that they are doing internal modifications bit by bit, and there are also leftover work caused by the previous subspace encounter - speaking of it, Hong Suo The pharmacist's workshop is really a place that clearly says "I want to cause trouble", and it feels like sooner or later a subspace thing will suddenly pop up and claim it - so they simply expanded it this time to allow it to build interiors. defense and backup space.
All the recruits of the 10th Company were sent to participate in various projects to speed up the work, as well as carry out what their 10th Company Commander declared "You need to deepen your practical knowledge of civil work and structures in the battlefield" understanding of importance”.
All the work was in order, and Lamizain was in a good mood as he walked to the medical room.
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“Good day, my lord, your visit has graced this place.”
The Chapter’s Potion Master wiped his silver novice , walked over in a good mood to greet the visiting chapter leader. "Good day, Honsou, I came to see my... heirs, what happened to them? It doesn't look like we have any sense of survival here."
"My lord, I think they are just a little tired after recovering from their injuries, and the adaptation period to the new mechanical prosthetics may not have passed yet." The pharmacist answered easily, while completely ignoring the murderous gazes in the room.
Lami Zane nodded, still looking suspiciously at a room full of dark clouds and very low-pressure Iron Warriors who did not dare to speak.
“Okay, then when can they recover and return to their posts?”
“Within three solar days, I promise.”
“ This is really good news, Hong Suo, I am so happy that your talents can be used for such medical purposes," Lamizane said sincerely, while secretly breathing a sigh of relief.
The Potion Master also smiled in cooperation.
"And...how do I feel?" The Lord of Iron's body narrowed his eyes, and there was a natural and mysterious sense that automatically measured the physical data of every genetic descendant in the room, "...they Many of them seem to have changed in size, or become taller..."
Hong Suo took out a stack of data pads that he had prepared long ago.
"Yes! My lord, I am about to give you a briefing on this matter."
"Oh?" Following the actions of the Potion Master, the Iron Warriors held their breath Breathing, he watched his father being led to the new reception room aside by that despicable... villain without even realizing it.
They looked at each other until Soltarn spoke calmly.
“We can make some blood lottery strips for later use, and those in my group don’t have to do this. You can just kill me.”
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Tigris is waiting outside the gate of the Sovereign Temple.
The impossibly majestic temple dome gleams in Macragge's golden sunset, and beneath it lies the vast shrine that forever holds the Primarch in a state of limbo between life and death.
A figure - kneeling in prayer before the stasis of the Primarch's eternal sleep.
The Chief Librarian's eyes moved away from the Chapter Master's back and scanned the thousands of names carved into the pillars of their Primarch's temple.
Tigris' thoughts traced back from the builders of the temple to the glorious time when the Emperor still walked the earth.
Until the tall figure of Chapter Master Calgar walked beside him almost silently.
“Is there any news that requires you to come to me specially?”
His chief think tank nodded, "Yes, it is an omen, to be precise, a sign of two things combined. I think it is necessary to be the first to tell you."
Karga turned around , the bionic implant in the left eye glowed dimly red under the planet's weak sunset.
"Then I hope it's good news, Tigris."
Gua...
It gets better intermittently during the day and gets worse at night. I hope it will gradually get better
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"(●°u°●)" See you in six o'clock
(End of this chapter)