Chapter 387 Interlude Sol Tarvitz’s Doubts (1)
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This is what probably happened to the heroic rebels on Istvan III A conversation that took place before the opening of the "delicious and nutritious" restaurant after being miraculously brought back with Angron Petra
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"Can I implore you? Can you spare a little time, Your Highness?”
Just after the morning meeting, Perturabo and I walked along the iron corridor on the Destiny Steel, which was now arranged as a beautiful and wide simulated avenue with sunlight shining through the gaps in the leaves, to their offices. Mr. Lamizane Carosini was walking out of his room when he was boldly stopped by an unexpected person.
Lami Zane looked at the Astartes who dared to stop them with some surprise.
His purple and gold-painted power armor is still the original old suit. It has been scrubbed but still retains the traces of the tragic battle. The helmet was taken off and locked around his waist.
This space warrior has shoulder-length, smooth white hair and a resolute expression. The corner of his forehead is completed by a piece of gold-plated ceramic steel. This obvious repair mark makes him look like he was originally on his own. Among the brothers, the face that can only be regarded as handsome and upright rather than celestial seems to have a kind of intimacy that is closer to that of cousins.
"Captain Sol Tarvitz?" The face of His Highness Perturabo, who was smiling sincerely and pleasantly, did not shock the Emperor's Children officer as much as others - - He has never been promoted in the past, so he has not participated in many occasions that require the appearance of senior officers, but he can still maintain his dignity in front of the wonders of this galaxy.
"I am no longer a company commander, Your Highness." The former Emperor's son, who was wearing gold and purple power armor, saluted again. His movements were with a trained elegance, more like a simple military salute. "I know this is very important. Offended, but I still dare to ask you to give me some time to be alone with you."
Some kind of malicious sneer began to emit from the fearless helmet where the Border Collie was.
“Alone?! Fulgrim’s cub?!” a certain black and white dog grinded his teeth, “Look! Lamizane Carosini! It’s all you! Spoil them one by one. It's so lawless! I think that as we have more and more brats of various overly lax bloodlines, it's time to restore the glorious eleven-kill management system of the Fourth Legion!"
"Shh, Hush, this is not an excessive request, it’s okay (he swallowed half of the word “good” in his mouth)... It’s okay, Perturabo, I am idle anyway..."
"If you are too busy, you can come and help me do more things such as reconciliation! My accounts will never be finished!"
"Isn't that because you are always worried about what I have done and it takes more time to check the results again?"
[Okay, just for a while, I can rub your ears and chin for you later. Peppa baby. 】
【Hmph! ! ! ! ! 】
【...I’ll make Glocks bone broth for you for lunch later, and I’ll make it myself. 】
【...Hmph...! 】
【Legs with skin. 】
[Okay, I have to...]
[Crust skin, milky white soup, fan bone stewed until crispy, just enough to grind teeth, tube bone with bone marrow, a little leek, a little pepper . 】
【Hmm, cough, cough! Well, I'll work in the room next to the office, remember, only for a while! Spending too much time with these brats who look so much like their father makes me want to hang them somewhere. 】
【Okay, no problem, just work with peace of mind, then that's settled. 】
After reaching an agreement with his black-and-white plush tyrant pet dog in his mind like lightning, his blue eyes like glaciers in the sun turned to the nervous Tavitz. "Can I spare some time for you...to be alone...Anyway, come with us first."
When the anxious Tavitz followed them into the bright office Like many people who came here for the first time, he was immediately attracted by the interior design here.
There are no complicated and gorgeous decorations and trophies that people are used to seeing in the rooms of the supreme lord or the original body. Everything is controlled in simplicity and magnificence, which makes the eyes feel balanced. In that area, even the dome murals were so soft and bright. After a while, Tavitz realized that this was because the light source here did not have candles, and the lumens were cleverly embedded inside, spreading softly and evenly after multiple reflections and refractions. In every corner of the room and in the eyes of visitors.
And every turn and every column is a model of perfect cutting in mathematical calculations, which made Tavitz feel comfortable. His eyes turned and saw the neat and tidy lines on one side of the wall. , half of the displays were covered by the piles of documents on the desk, and he recognized a few of them, and his eyes widened in surprise.
"Come on, sit down. What do you want to see me for? Is it the maintenance of weapons and equipment or something else that you are not used to? Oh, by the way, what would you like to drink? Tea? Coffee? Juice? Water?"
< br>Lami Zane sat down behind his desk. Behind the carved office chair, which also perfectly combined elegance and simplicity, was a black void shining with light and stardust as fine as sugar. Under his feet, he could see the place where they were parked. The pale blue arc of the planet's atmosphere.
Tavitz, who struggled to look away from a certain display, became a little cautious because of this overly kind and equal tone, "Water, water is fine, thank you, Your Highness "
Watching the fearless man named Master Khadomo, who was still a little angry, carrying Perturabo inside into the room next to the office and slamming the door, Sol Tavitz A glass of water was placed in front of him.
Astarte's senses told him that this was still a glass of warm water, very pure, the temperature was 40 degrees, and it just went into his throat.
"Then. Let's talk. Tavitz." The way the other party looked at him was interesting at first, Thor thought, as if he had known him a long time ago.
"Your Highness, I would like to ask..." the former commander of the Emperor's Children considered his words, "What exactly do you want to do?"
"Huh?" Got such an unexpected surprise The replying demigod leaned back and seemed a little surprised.
"I mean, you should know what kind of power you have in your hands now, right?"
"What? Do I have any decent power in my hands now?" Thick black eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and Sol Tarvitz boldly searched the Primarch's face for a look of amusement or mockery. No. It seemed like this half of the Iron Lord was genuinely wondering. "No matter what you want to ask, we are still too weak now, Tavitz."
His face became serious, and as the demigod's expression became serious, it seemed that even the temperature in the office began to drop.
“Too weak?” The officers of the Emperor’s Children who had long been accustomed to being commanded or fighting together were also slightly moved, “Here… there are now two Glory Queens, a battle barge and two cruisers. Ah! Especially—"
He emphasized his tone, "Not only do these two Glory Queens have regular Space Marines, but they are also led by the original body!" According to his observation, His Highness Angron Petra was very rare, generous and obviously willing to obey his elder brother's arrangements on important matters.
The other person looked at Sol Tavitz with a very strange look for a long time.
"Yes, there are indeed such ships and warriors," he said, "but only iron... The Destiny Steel and the original 1st, 2nd and 10th companies are mine, and I want new ones. You have to think of other ways to build ships. The Forge World of Belakarn is not good at building ships. Sol Tavitz, did you make a mistake? That is Angron Petra's fleet, not mine. I have very few things in this galaxy, but I hope I can save up everything I want little by little. After all, no matter how much others give you, it’s not as good as your own.”
Now it was Sol Tarvitz's turn to stare in disbelief.
(End of this chapter)