Chapter 321 But I’m not the real one...
The crown of night shines like a black diamond.
The steps of the Night King bring death, silently.
His long hair is very fragrant.
His face looks stinky.
His claws are sharp.
He was so reluctant when he was told that he would "try to develop new foods" with Lamizane, his own body.
But stretching your fingers to knead starchy dough like a ball of flesh and blood, pouring acid to make curd cheese, whipping margarine and egg whites, beating dough cakes and sifting synthetic starch or synthetic icing sugar, etc. So charming...
Then the eighth Primarch Conrad Cozecat is famous for his blood-sticky hair, nails stuffed with flesh, dark and twisted crawling, raw-eating flesh and blood tasting master, and the real one who eats his son alive and even skins him. I played in the newly built kitchen ordered by Lamizane for eight hours and had a great time playing (of course I stated that "because he helped my Eighth Legion, I was just repaying this debt") Huh.
Until a certain shepherd dog owner and ninja who came back from a meeting with Markarian, Dietrian, Aeneas, Gallus, etc. discovered this matter and issued it again He held his face and screamed: "(Gutella swears), even if you are a pig, you still have to drink water and eat on time!!!! Do you know how difficult it is to deal with problems in the urinary system of cats?!"
(*But I'm not really...)
"How long ago was the last time you drank water?!"
(*...Nine or ten hours ago, I don't Remember, what's the big deal?)
"Come! Drink water! And here's the good stuff I brought to you from Valier's new laboratory just after a meeting. ”
What was placed in front of Coze along with the water bowl was——
Juicy, tender, and emerald green, a handful of young seedling leaves of a certain genetically engineered crop are a joy to see.
(*...What is this? Regardless of my own taste, the species in the real universe that I am borrowing to express at least does not eat this kind of plant food. I know, don’t try to fool me. Me.)
"Really? Then doesn't your knowledge include the part about 'cats need to eat cat grass to stay healthy'?"
(*...(Thinking The smell is starting to be taken away))
"What's more, I specifically asked Valier to improve the taste for you. Well, you will be pleasantly surprised after taking one bite!"
(*...surprise...is this how surprise is used?)
The tip of the black and white long-haired cat's nose moved suspiciously, and the tip of its tail also moved.
(*Then, okay, I will graciously reward you with a bite.)
“No problem... Well, I know you will like it, there is no cat I can refuse. Valier did a really good job. Let me think about what crops to ask him to study next time..."
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(*I remember you said that it was not good to open champagne at half-time.) When he finally thought about serious things after the pleasure, and raised his head from holding the half-eaten leaves of composite catnip wheat seedlings, Conrad... Koz said angrily.
Across the large kitchen island, Lamizane is wearing an oversized kitchen apron over a short toga, using a shovel to shovel out more handmade stalls from the oven under the admiring eyes of the surrounding mutant slaves. Browned pancakes. Its shape is almost round, with a tough bottom and burnt edges, and a thick layer of Astartes-specific nutritional paste on top. They are now melted by the roasting and bubbling, and then sprinkled with some Cut precious solanaceous fruits obtained from the hydroponic farm, and garnished with a little green leafy mint - even the 41st Millennium Explosive Modification Modified Wheat Miao catnip is still mint!
“How’s the amino acid oatmeal?! - It’s really not good to open champagne at halftime, but if we can’t afford a celebration, at least make sure we have a warm meal during the celebration Food and hot water. People on the ground cannot provide food materials for Astartes to eat, but these are crucial to everyone’s morale.”
(*What a nonsense, I had never heard of any veteran or high-ranking officer - not even Macharion, who was known for his proficiency in the art of war during the Great Crusade 10,000 years ago, and who wrote so many theoretical works and poems on war, This was never mentioned in it - it was just a meal that had not been cooled. It had neither the blessing of the Sea of Souls nor the combat stimulants of the Adeptus Mechanicus. How could ordinary food be so magical? )
"Oh? Don't believe it? Then do you want to use your second sight to see the effects they will have?"
(*There is no need to use my second sight for such a small thing that can be seen quickly. Visual... Didn't you teach me not to rely too much on it to make decisions, otherwise I would become like the Fifteenth Legion? )
"Oh, when I taught you, didn't someone say that they didn't want to listen? I don’t want to learn anything, because there is nothing better than a direct and quick final solution, because that can solve the problem based on human instinct? It turns out that you not only remembered it but actually followed it!”
(*Hey! I didn’t! I just... purr purr purr purr...)
Lami Zane smiled and took his fingers covered in corpse starch from Conrad Cat· Kurtz moved his hairy chin up and tapped the tip of his nose. The latter sneezed and looked like his hair was about to explode.
"By the way, when you were playing here (*I didn't play! (hissing breath)) you were so happy and working hard that you forgot the meeting time I told you to go to the meeting and didn't respond to my subsequent calls. , Do you want to listen to the content of our meeting just now?”
(*What? Didn’t you go discuss with those slaves...mortals and prisoners how to turn over the sand and how to use the pointed-eared alien?)
“Oh, yes and no, you have to know that when we decided to develop agriculture, agriculture was certainly not as simple as it seemed.”
(*You sound like you really want to To teach us, the Eighth Legion, how to work like farmers, are you trying to teach a bunch of descendants of criminals, scumbags, thieves, robbers and murderers or worse criminals to learn to work as farm animals and farm animals? The machine is more suitable for the physique and character of the prisoners, *sneer* is more in line with their nature)
"Then it seems I should really talk about it."
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About a few hours ago, Thesa Guarsa Arctic
The renovated conference hall in the catacombs
“So only The water is still not enough."
Everyone attending the meeting sat in their seats with a little restraint. There were extra promethium lamps in front of the mortals and other Astartes, and the leader spoke. It was the old and new owners of the planet who seemed to be in high spirits.
The Lord of the Night, who was sitting in the first place, pointed out seriously, "First of all, do you know that this place is all desert?"
The people attending the meeting blinked in confusion.
"My lord." Regent Gallus spoke first tremblingly as he had to stare at several murderous glances because of his urgent personal relationship.
"It is true that this is all desert, but we have rain, don't we? You have brought down the rain for us, and the sect led by the priestess Sandra is eager to visit you..."
"Wrong. Rain does not bring a good harvest."
"Wrong? My Lord." The old man cringed, almost crying. "Can't even the rain save us? Is this the punishment we must suffer..."
"But it's not your fault. After all, you have been working in hydroponic farms for more than four centuries. . ——You really don’t know that the desert cannot store water and nutrients, so even if there is rainfall, plants cannot grow in the desert, let alone more demanding crops.”
“So we will talk about it next. The thing is..."
(End of this chapter)