Chapter 232: The Flying Kaduru and the Returned...
A storm bird decorated with a silver skull and wings flew out of the dusty mechanical ark, carrying passengers to their destination.
The "Silver Skulls" Chapter's Plenipotentiary Trade Representative Sir Kadur returned to his dear (?) iron... Destiny Steel today.
The old man in green civilian robes pushed his hood back slightly, and then took a deep breath as hard as he could when the hatch opened.
A breath with a faint strange smell was exhaled from his lungs, and was immediately sucked away without a trace by the powerful air-conditioning system of the Destiny Steel.
"Thank God, we are finally back to some civilized places." The old knight who called himself Master Kaduru seemed to really relax at this moment, instead of using his mask-like expression to deal with others. He slowly walked down the metal slope of the cabin holding his staff.
"I feel the same, Master Kadu'er." The voice coming out of the Terminator power armor beside the thin old man was none other than Perturabo's only trident now, Captain of the Destiny Steel. Squire Aharin.
While patiently accompanying the old man to the hangar exit with small steps, the Iron Warrior said sincerely, "I have never understood so clearly what the concept of a 'rotting but struggling dying empire' is. "
"Your eloquence has greatly improved, Aharin." Master Kadu'er said, "At least I find it reasonable for your genetic father to choose you to travel with me. Your social skills are beyond my expectation."
"You are flattering, Master," the attendant replied in a humble but not humble tone, "Everything is the great Iron Lord. The gift of ”
"Although there is nothing wrong with what you say," Master Kaduru said as they walked into the neat and bright high-speed elevator, and after verifying their identity permissions, they started to go to the chapter leader's office.
“But I personally don’t think that the Lord of Steel will give you any information about court dances, minuet pas de deux, and how to dance while dealing with several baronesses and noble ladies. The skill of being glared at by their husbands or suitors. So, eh?” Master Duer. You have to know that it is precisely because the omniscient Lord of Steel understands everything, including all art forms, of course including dance, that it is precisely for us, the descendants who are lucky enough to inherit his genes, to learn this. This popular skill among mortals is just a matter of time before the first dance is completed. Therefore, this is indeed a gift from the Lord of Iron."
"Oh? Artistic skills also include people of all ages. Is it easy for aristocrats to flirt and charm people? That's surprising, considering how bad his relationship with his 'brothers' was. The supervisor sent by Perturabo, who was called to assist in the "supervision" work but was not commensurate with his status, was completely merciless in his words.
"Let me speak frankly, Master." In order to meet his master, Aharin took off the helmet he had been wearing just now to avoid the trouble of being laughed at, and locked it on the magnetic lock around his waist. , the eyes of this silver-skulled or Iron Warriors veteran officer are now shining, showing a little eagerness to see the father of genes soon and return to the exclusive work he loves.
It is undeniable that the attendant who was ordered by someone to dress up deliberately for this diplomatic mission is indeed very handsome now. This is why he always wore a helmet when he came back: Aharin was originally in the Iron Warriors Blue veins were slightly exposed under his extremely pale skin - they were all the rage among the nearby imperial aristocrats and were regarded as traits of an absolutely noble bloodline - and he had grown his black hair long enough to be styled like a gentleman. After the length of the hairstyle, um.
Coupled with the proud height, perfect muscles, powerful power armor, rich knowledge, thoughtful little details (learned from serving two fathers), and finally the pale and tough handsome face There is a pair of beautiful deep blue eyes from the father of genes staring at you. OHHHH——
To summarize, although they originally planned to take a two-pronged route of orthodox administration and financial development to obtain the fastest and most food supplies, in the end things were actually able to get twice the result with half the effort... Well.
It’s hard to tell how much of Master Kadu’er’s extreme (?) language just now was ridicule and how much was emotion.
"The administrative efficiency of the empire can be so high under such circumstances, even exceeding my best expectations. It seems that human potential is indeed unlimited." The chapter leader's office is exquisite and elegant. A huge, solid ornate door appeared in front of them.
There is still a chair and a sofa behind the desk, but the beings that the attendants miss so much are not there.
On the contrary, there was a man sitting in front of the desk. He was turning his head to look at the visitors who came in.
The psychic flames on the staff in the old man's hand suddenly rose and roared, and the vortex of supreme heavenly energy struck the office's anti-energy stance, making a crackling, harsh and neutral sound and the flash of a micro-explosion. .
Aharin drew his thunder hammer and roared.
At the same time, the people sitting there also jumped up vigilantly and made a defensive posture towards the visitor.
“Why are you here?!/What happened to the Lord of General Iron?!”
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“Oh this is really... ..." Master Kadu'er, or rather, a certain unknown imperial hero, arranged his robes and sat on the sofa made of ceramic steel blocks and soft cushions in the Antarctic operational base, drinking a thick sweet drink with just the right temperature. Almond tea, finally put down the cup and sighed softly. "You should tell us in advance that you released the main control machine soul and asked him to stay on the ship to be responsible for the reception. I almost let the earth fire vortex escape."
"Haha..."
"Even if I don't investigate why the main control machine soul looks like Rogal Dorn (accented), then should you also explain how unexpected the wild broadcast was? We also received it , so hurry up and collect the necessary supplies before the local security is strengthened, and then rush back at full speed - why didn't you tell us anything else after you could send such a strong signal?"
"Ahem, um, I wanted to inform you in the past two days, but I didn't expect you to come back so soon." Someone glanced at the elder "Kaidomo" who was beside him, "But in the middle A lot of little things happened, and I forgot about them because of the interruptions."
"You forgot." The wrinkles at the corners of Kadu'er's eyes seemed to be stretched, and he looked again. "Kaidomo", the latter seemed to have no intention of explaining for the time being, "...well, you forgot."
"Ahem, don't talk about this. Come and take a look at this!"
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"What is this?" Kadu'er took the data tablet handed to him and looked at the image on it and was speechless for a moment.
"...Okay, okay, it seems that I did come back in time. - You are really going to add things to an old man to worry about."
Aharin held up his black coat The golden cape, with the robotic arm behind it sorting through the files, served everyone some fresh toasted pudding and almond tea in time.
(End of this chapter)