Chapter 393: Cold Sweat
“Talk? Ah, what’s the matter? Peppa baby, I’m planning to connect myself to your meditator array and take a nap by the way. The results will be out soon. Don’t delay, the night is long and full of dreams.”
“There’s really no hurry—Lami Zane.” The black-and-white plush tyrant separated from the many cables and display panels hanging from the secret door in the ceiling. , clicked the floating anti-gravity flying disc under his feet and flew in front of him - well, obviously Mr. Kaduru Makado fully demonstrated his comprehensive knowledge of civil affairs on the Iron Blood.
"Did you forget something? I should have been told?"
"Huh?" The person who was asked so seriously immediately began to blink blankly, "Yes, Is there anything? I haven’t had anything recently..."
"Think about it again?" The face of the shepherd dog stared at his body so seriously - this body created by ancient genetic engineering, old night era technology and some indescribable things is actually the same as the original Mei The dead body on Drengard looked like a painful remnant of the past, and it looked like a different person.
Now, the light containing "people", vitality and hope shines on his not particularly beautiful but charming face. This kind of temperament and admiration is extremely attractive to any thinking creature. There is a slight resemblance to the one Turab had seen on the face of the most energetic Horus, but the demon primarch knew that the similarity was only one of them, and that there were more and more essential things that were completely different, although it still could not be returned. into his own body, but it would be a disingenuous lie to say that he didn't feel some secret satisfaction about it.
——Just don’t always use Perturabo’s face to look so stupid and don’t continue to become too forgetful. He sighed secretly, but as Lamy Zane unknowingly With the increase in strength, the human similarity with the original Gu Terra's librarian will also increase, which is an inevitable side effect. However, this is already a very good shortcoming, and it is completely within the tolerable range.
Because the questioner looked too serious, Lamizane, who also sat up straight and thought hard, didn't know what Perturabo was thinking.
While he was playing haha to the original sheepdog, pretending to be ignorant and stupid, cold sweat broke out on his back - it was like 3K Terra who was suddenly asked by his partner, "Do you remember? What did you promise me last time? I'm looking forward to it." People who actually have no idea what the other person is referring to are still searching in their own minds for anything that might be close to the answer at an extremely fast speed.
Think about it! Lamizane! Have you done anything illegal recently?
Well, it should be said that it is not a prohibited matter to take Perturabo with him while he is sleeping using the floating disk and stasis stance to verify whether the guard robots in the Seer Hall are really capable of teleportation. Bar? After all, Saul Tarvits said he wasn't the only one to go in and read the books, so it wouldn't be a big deal for me to go take a look.
No one should have snitched on me. That time I asked Magna to clear out the entire route and seal the door. After coming out of the stasis position, Pepe also slept soundly. It was like I didn't notice it at all afterwards.
That shouldn't be this. Think about it again, uh, does it count to secretly instruct Aharin to go to various places to shoot immersive travel stories for me...? It shouldn’t count, right? I can't often go out with Pepe in person. There's too much movement, and it's inconvenient to leave the Destiny Steel. What's wrong with sending an attendant to take some records for me and come back to have dinner? Besides, Aharin also has experience in missions to this star region... But it seems that he has never told Pepe about this matter. He is so busy that he didn't even notice that the person who poured him water and washed the dishes every day recently was not him. Aharin, alas, Iron Warriors...
Let’s talk about it later when we have a chance.
That’s not this, so what else is there? An attempt to privately approve the addition of a pronunciation module to Magna's body failed? It doesn’t count even if this is an attempt...
Secretly poking a lot of mini-sheepdog pendant balls with his fallen fur and velvet? But why can't I find these pendants when I turn around... Where did I put them? My memory is getting worse and worse, there are too many trivial matters!
Wait! Could it be this!
Mr. Lamizane Carosini was refreshed when he suddenly thought of something. He quickly took out his calendar, which was filled with ghost symbols because he was prone to forgetting things. He saw that it was right! It must be this one!
He raised his head confidently and looked directly at the great Lord of Iron, the soul father of the Iron Warriors, and his own black and white plush shepherd dog, the Tyrant, who was staring at him with inquiring eyes. "Pepe! Your birthday is coming!" Lamizane said with a smile on his lips and his eyes curled up with laughter, "How could I forget! I prepared a birthday gift for you early, Pepe, baby. Son!”
The demon king with the appearance of a border collie stared at Lamizane with his dark brown almond eyes wide open, his tail curled up, and the two drooping ear tips on his erect ears trembled slightly. The down is rising from root to root.
"Well, just look, you are now 'Peturabo' himself, so you can't put the gift in an obvious place like the original dog. I think I should give it to you on your birthday. A surprise! So I pretended to have forgotten your birthday and never mentioned it. Don’t be angry, I totally remember it! And the copy was on your toy cabinet in the house... ...Well, of course I couldn’t bring that gift, but I’ve prepared a new one for you here!”
The dog continued to stare at his body with that look, making the other person even more confused! So, rub your hands carefully.
"What? Shouldn't I do this? In fact, you don't like surprises and long uneasy waiting. Should I spoil it in advance and wait until the same day to send it to you?"
Finally, the Shepherd tightened his jaw, raised his head, and replied arrogantly in a sneering tone, "Yes, you should have told me about this in advance! Instead of preparing some stupid surprise!"
" Sorry, it turns out you prefer this, then I will try my best in the future..."
"But you still didn't say what you should say."
You were smiling and about to reach out for a hug. Mr. Lamizane Carosini, a shepherd with a thick and long mane, used the fourth primarch, His Highness Perturabo, the Lord of the Iron Warriors, to succeed in one second with the steel-like facial muscles. He created a variety of wonderful combinations of expression changes that would impress even the Eldar clowns.
"I..."
"You."
The border collie lowered its head while manipulating the floating flying disc, and slowly approached the face of the inhabitant of its body with its eyes wide open.
This time, genuine thin lines of cold sweat began to appear on Lamizane's forehead.
"You - never told me what happened after the accident happened, your soul was separated and your body was put into a stasis position." The dog narrowed his eyes, "Why did you return in the end? , but came back alone?”
(End of this chapter)