Chapter 92 OPERA
“Aba Aba Aba Aba—!!!!”
A young demigod with short blond hair and blue eyes, surrounded by a crown of lightning thorns, is He held his head high and tried to recite some obscure and weird mantra loudly with his voice as bright as the morning.
"No, no! Oh my god! Robert!"
The teacher sitting opposite him tapped the cover of the runes book impatiently with his long fingers, and there was a bright light in the fireplace. The fire in the hearth made his dark face glow red.
"This is a passionate incantation of a lost civilization that directs and guides energy as if it moves with the heart. Robert, you need to sing it more chantingly! For example, Ang Bai - Ang - Bai-ang-ang-bai-ang-bai-! Or it could even be 'ah~~~ba~~~~~ah~~~ba~~~~' That's right!"
"This, I'm very sorry, Advisor Maatra. Maybe I can try again?"
"Forget it, the position of the stars at this moment is not suitable for communicating with the energy of the stars. ," the black-haired mortal youth sighed tiredly, "Ahem! Let's take a rest first, Robert."
"Uh, okay, then I..."
< br>"Sit wherever you want. Since we need to rest, let's not drink Reca coffee or strong tea. Ahem, let me think about it, why not have some rose water and OPERA."
The psychic consultant raised his hand, and the invisible big hand brought him a silver tray. On it was a pot of warm rose water, a bowl of ice cubes made of sweet juice, two cups of different sizes, a large A small two-portion portion of the opera cake and an armchair sized to fit the size of a Space Marine also appeared next to the table. In addition, there was even a single bed with pillows and quilts.
"It's okay if you plan to sleep for a while first. After all, we have conducted twenty-two in-class tests with various contents this afternoon. Although your spiritual energy reserves are still abundant, the recovery of your physical and mental powers is still "It's very important."
"No, I..."
"What? If you're not used to sleeping in my salon, I can put you next door--"
< br>"No, no, I didn't mean that, Advisor Ma'atra, I meant that it's time for me to go to the chapel to meditate."
"Eh? Ceremony? What's the ceremony? Ah, did I forget again -"
"Yes, advisor." The blond Astartes reminded his psychic teacher again in a good-natured manner, "Since I still hold the position of Chapter Chaplain, it is my responsibility to maintain the chapel, lead worship, listen to confessions, and meditate and pray to the Emperor..."
"Oh, yes, yes--" Blue Green His eyes began to look around wildly, and he avoided seeing a certain book on the other person's waist, "Yes, yes -! You are his pastor -! Well, I mean - um... I can understand your responsibilities, so go ahead, Robert. Remember to read the "Chronicles of the Gatinal War" I gave you before coming to class tomorrow and write an eight-page parchment report on understanding the ideas of multi-army coordinated operations. Give it to me. The top, bottom, left and right margins must meet the requirements, and the font cannot be smaller than 0.5 inches."
"Okay, I understand, I will submit it on time, Maatra Consultant, so I will do it now. Farewell."
"Robert, you always pay attention to etiquette. See you tomorrow."
The black-haired and elegant mortal young man watched the tall black-armored warrior leave from the door, and the door was closed. Then he sat there and sighed tiredly and deeply again, and rubbed his temples with his fingertips.
"Sure enough, I still can never let myself get used to having a 'pastor' Robert holding Lorgar's Holy Words all the time. And -"
He said to himself rather gritting his teeth, " The physical quality is perfect, the spiritual energy reserve is no problem, the spiritual purity is shining white, and the development potential of the spiritual energy level is very, very good! My understanding of various classics and courses is also very good. I thought I would be able to teach this time. There is a successor to the mantle - why is he stuck in singing complex spells and lacking improvisational sound? ! ——————————
“I really can’t believe it, can you? That’s so stupid.”
Utherma Atla complained so, and stood up to pour a cup of hot tea from the samovar into the cup of the visitor in front of her.
The dark tea is brewed with precious 30K Terra tea leaves. The liquid surface ripples slightly under the lamp, reflecting tiny bits of golden light. It exudes the ancient and fragrant tea aroma in the cup, "My first The first time I heard him pronounce that incantation of the Eldar alien that was supposed to sound like a hollow windchime on the keel of a wraith's body - I thought I was hearing a Coded Thinker typewriter copying it. A neat note of data came out of his mouth!"
"Maybe he will improve after all your lessons are over." The visitor covered the teacup with his hand and politely but firmly stopped Ling. Noh Advisor said as he added a dozen sugar cubes to his cup of tea with a small plan.
“For now, you should be the best, stable and powerful psychic master in the entire galaxy. With his qualifications and your careful one-on-one training, this kind of problem It's just a small, insignificant flaw. It only needs more discipline stimulation and repeated indoctrination to form a new impression and memory - that's all."
"Maybe," he gave up with a snort. Instead of trying to add sugar to his own rose water, the psychic consultant sat down again and frowned, "It's you, why are you here at this time?"
"Why, I'm not welcome here?" The other party took a sip of the strong tea, savoring the long-lost bitter sweetness in it.
"That's not true. My Runes and Spells Salon now welcomes visits and exchanges from any normal person. Of course, there are not many psykers on this ship. I am unlucky and stupid. The heir will have to be treated at Hippoly for a while before the other parts of himself can grow back."
Uselma Atra also picked up his cup and took a sip of the sweetness. rose water, and let out a contented sigh, "But considering that you have always been very determined not to appear in front of Perturabo and the others, it is indeed very strange that you would come to me like this at this time and place. "
"It's not surprising that I don't want to appear in front of them, Magnus," the visitor said quietly, "Now you should understand at least part of the reason, although the reasons are not the same. "
"That's true," the fifteenth primarch agreed, "So what brought you here, and what do you want to talk to me about?"
"First of all, pay more attention to his recent uncontrolled temptations for me. If necessary, take appropriate measures. In addition, about the upcoming..."
After a period of conversation, , the visitor left the residence of Utherma Atla.
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Honso put away the plates and cups in his laboratory and sighed.
Gua.
It is said that it will get warmer again in a few days
Then it will be cold and hot again
Let’s cool down here, right?
A chapter with a relaxing atmosphere (?), suitable for sleeping with
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(End of this chapter)