Chapter 138 The young man’s first small goal
When Aharin returned to perform his duties as an aide, the eyes of the Trident who stepped into the office were ready to conquer another fortress. The flame of war.
He lifted up his black and gold fabric cloak and skillfully rolled it around his deltoid area with the gold ribbon hanging from his shoulders. Then in addition to his own two arms, he also activated the back of his backpack. Mechanical auxiliary arm, holding various No. 66 sprays and gadgets that he developed in his spare time and specially made for organizing the office of the beloved Father of the Legion——
Later, Lamizane, Mal Atla and Vannas (the immobile Fulgrim has been sent to the armory for repairs and Perturabo has devoted himself to his endless work in the Dauntless) are sitting there, carrying the food that Alharin just On the way here, I brought them pastry custard pie and sand-boiled Reka coffee. I watched in amazement as the war blacksmith completed the work that had been messed up like Lamizane in a month with super amazing speed and quality. Cleaning and organizing the office that is still filled with materials, tools, coffee cups, and a half-finished little human workstation.
“Wow, wow.” Uselma Atla’s eyes lit up after watching the whole process of Aharin’s magical tidying up of the room. “This attendant of yours is really great! It’s just amazing. Magic! He used physical means to fold space! When can you lend him to me for a few days?"
After taking a satisfying bite of the pie with crispy and warm custard filling that was already cold on the inside, the Fourth Primarch's body shook its head and pushed the delicious food in his mouth down with a sip of Recca coffee before speaking.
"Then you have to ask him about his wishes, Maatra. After all, personally, I am very satisfied with the work he has done for us, and I am willing to give him a choice."< br>
The attendant bowed to his genetic fathers with a proud expression.
The Dauntless where Perturabo was located spoke up.
"Aharin," the fearless electronic tone sounded quite ruthless, "after your duty here is over every day, go and serve the Maatra advisor for two hours until he says you don't need to serve. .”
The Warsmith accepted the task without hesitation.
"You can't be too kind to them." The attendant heard the buzzing of the fearless rotation servo, and his fearless father turned sideways towards his other self, "Steel needs to be tempered and forged from time to time. "It lasts forever."
"Yeah, haha, that's right." Lamizane raised the coffee cup to his lips, hiding a strange expression, "You are indeed better at this. I heard that someone recently ordered that everyone on the ship be equipped with new deflection fields and a large inventory of gravity guns. Throwing the data tablet onto his head with the data cable braids.
The psychic consultant sat there awkwardly, coughed at last, expressed his gratitude to his brother, and also reservedly thanked the attendant for his overtime service.
"In addition, since we are here, Uthelma Atla," Perturabo's eyepiece flashed, "it will be up to you to assist us in completing the inventory of the property in the Forge World of Belakahn."
"W-What?! Wait?!"
"Aharin, you inform Honso, Thortan and... tsk, *that* Lysander, and let me think of who else is very Good at these...and Shanto, Parogov, Julius, I want to see people gathered here within fifteen minutes. Also notify the armory that I will finish the maintenance of 'Thad Ishtar'. You must see him in the office immediately.”
“Your wish, my lord.”
The attendant bowed, then walked outside and began to contact everyone whose name was called. or location.
The psychic consultant with a dull expression looked at Lamizane, who also had a dull expression at first.
"Pepe, isn't it taking stock? Why did you suddenly summon so many people?"
Perturabo's eyepiece flashed with joy.
“You don’t think that it’s over now that we control Belakaan’s Meditator Center and the planet’s core furnace, do you?”
Maatra shuddered. , with a grimace on his face, "You can't be..."
Lamizane suddenly became energetic. He stood up and his ice-blue eyes flashed with the words "I want to make a hundred boxes of glue! I want to make a hundred boxes of glue!" "Build a lot of construction! Build a lot of construction! Just wait and see." "Wait and wait!" "Wake up, I know your original plan, but before that, I have to tell you that we still have an orbital platform, a star ring, and a small Titan army that needs to be fully repaired. , 2.7 billion mouths to eat and drink, and millions of Skitarii and Tech-Priests to feed and drink nutrition bars, promethium and motor oil.”
"...Combined with the visiting sage who has prevented us from using the Hall of the Twelve Temples until now, I'm starting to feel bad."
"Haha."
"So we are now faced with What is the situation? ”
"If you had just thought of asking now, the 2.7 billion might have turned into 700 million." Bian Mu said coldly, and then pushed a lot of data boards over and piled them in front of his petite mortal brother. , the top of Maatra's head was completely submerged behind the dataslate hill. "While you were drinking Reca coffee and eating custard pie, I have deployed emergency resources several times."
"Ahem. I also left a copy for you... ..."
"To put it simply, the Belakaan Forge World was created after the great sage Daedus died of an accidental stroke. Well, according to the records I deciphered, he died for at least thirty-seven years. Two hundred and forty-one days later, they no longer know how to make new products with stagnant positions, which has caused their trade volume and food and freshwater storage to continue to decline, reaching a very dangerous level."< br>
"Wait, isn't this a complete forging world? There are not only production lines, but millions of technical believers and personnel of the Mechanicus, there is even a parliamentary body composed of mechanical sages. ?"
"That's right. But none of them know the principles of stasis stance technology. Daedus collected all the information in his own hands when studying it, and the others are younger than Daedus, yes, he studied alone and never taught a single student. I speculate that it is because he completely relies on his mastery of stasis technology to rule this forging world."
"Although, this is really, this is really ridiculous, and then what?"
"Then they have been pretending that Daedus is still studying the mystery of the stasis position for more than thirty years. , while relying on selling inventory or directly canceling orders to make a living. Well, let me see, it also includes hiding in a life-saving capsule full of the corpse fluid and debris of the great sage Daedus to deceive visitors. *( 1)"
"...This behavior sounds like it will really attract a certain green methane barrel."
"The title you call the Father of Plague is really unique, Lamizane... "
"In short, they have been almost unsustainable in the recent period, so their strong desire to resurrect the life of the great sage Daedus finally recruited a great demon for them."
"Okay, I can basically connect to what happened next..."
"That's it," Perturabo nodded fearlessly, "So I don't need to say more, you see , I have even brought you the preliminary raw materials.”
Everyone who arrived here after receiving the order was fortunate enough to see piles of data boards and sheepskins in the room that were taller than the Space Marines. The paper roll hill was then dragged into the reporting overtime hell by the black-and-white stuffed demon in horror.
In the next dozens of hours, sand-boiled Reka coffee, a large amount of sugar cubes and triglyceride gel were delivered to the Chapter Leader's office like a stream of water.
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(1) The data comes from the LEX entry’s description of the founding planet Bela Kahn.
Gua.
Our Silver Skull Chapter finally has its first small target today! Congratulations! Although it seems that governance is very labor-intensive (laughing)
(End of this chapter)