Chapter 2270 Talents and Saints
“It seems that you have already appreciated the taste of this wine.”
Seeing Soshyan’s expression, Tirian immediately put down the wine glass and used a fork Pointing to a plate on the right side of Soshyan, he said with a smile:
“This wine goes well with the rose mushrooms from the Ghoul Sector. You can try it. They need to be packed. It took decades or even hundreds of years to be transported here in a freezer at minus 40 degrees Celsius. The Ghoul Sector is notoriously dangerous. Out of ten ships, only one might return in the end, and this is even considered dangerous. The most optimistic scenario. "
Soshyan looked at the silver plate, where there was an ingredient that he thought was a flower, because it looked as bright red as a rose and had cascading petals. Nitrogen gas that keeps the temperature low is constantly wafting around the plate.
Then he picked up the object, which was less than a quarter of the size of his palm, and put it into his mouth. As he chewed it, it felt like fruit exploding in his mouth.
Then there is a complex taste, a bit like the taste of pickled rose sugar and mushroom soup that spreads in the mouth and quickly merges with the aftertaste of the wine to form a back-to-basics fresh and sweet taste.
But then a feeling of guilt appeared in Soshyan's heart. He knew that every bite he drank and ate was worth enough to buy the spire of the hive in the low-level world, but he would not go there either. Blaming Tirian, after all, they are on Terra, the top of the empire's power pyramid. People like Tirian probably rarely consider these things, and it is too extravagant to ask them to consider this.
But after eating an amber strange fruit, Tirian suddenly said:
“Captain Soshyan, do you hate what you are seeing and think that we Indulging in pleasure and paying no attention to so many people struggling to survive.”
After taking a sip of the priceless wine, Soshyan said softly:
"Maybe. I did before, but this expedition taught me a lot. If I really want to say so, everything we wear is A set of power armor, and the value of every explosive bomb used will never be worse than the ones on the table. We are also diners, and we are more greedy diners. You chew delicacies, while we chew war. , but nothing is more greedy and luxurious than war. Maybe war seems more meaningful, but to other people the difference is not big, not to mention that for mortals, regardless of status, all physiological conditions All these needs exist objectively. It is unrealistic and abnormal to require everyone to be like a saint. However, I personally still don’t like this. I will not hide my likes and dislikes.”
“You are really kind. It surprises me, Captain Soshyan. "
Tirian raised his glass, and Soshyan immediately did the same, and the two glasses touched each other lightly.
“In the empire, harsh demands on others are the most common situation, or to put it bluntly, the Tribunal is based on this point of view. Small mistakes of others must be punished severely, and there is always a reason for one’s own sins. Forgiveness, the empire has been encouraging this kind of culture. No wonder this expedition that I thought was impossible was completed by you. Understanding and tolerance are easy to say, but very difficult to do. "
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At this time, a chef came over pushing a dining cart, followed by Tyrion's secretary.
“You must try this dish, it is said to have a history of 30,000 years.”
While the chef was busy preparing, Soshyan noticed something, Then he smiled and said:
"Prime Minister, it seems that you don't have a servitor in your house?"
Tirion waved his hand.
"Yes, I hate those ugly things that are neither human nor ghost. Either use robots directly, or just use living people. I can't understand the benefits of half-human and half-machine at all. Anyway, I never let them In my house and garden, all my attendants, even the cleaners, are ordinary human beings who have been educated in the best schools and will in the future obtain their place in the bureaucracy, so they My parents are also happy to let their children serve me.”
Soshiyang smiled slightly.
"You must have arranged a lot of people in various departments."
Tirion shrugged.
"It's just a normal operation for an old bureaucrat. I can't do everything myself." At this time, the chef had opened the cover of the dinner plate. The heated plate was still steaming, and there was a lump inside. It was bread, with a yellow puff pastry on the outside. Then under Soshyan's curious eyes, the chef cut the puff pastry open with a table knife, revealing a bright red cross-section.
The chef put the cut piece into a heated porcelain plate, dotted with green leaves and petals, and then Anna Murza Jack brought it to Soshyan.
“Thank you.”
Soshiyang nodded with a smile and looked carefully at this delicacy that was said to come from 30,000 years ago.
It looks like a piece of tender pink meat from an unknown animal wrapped in puff pastry, but there is a circle of black stuff where the puff pastry contacts the meat, because this thing is smaller than Soshyan's. The body is relatively small, so there is no need for a knife, so I just pick it up and put it in my mouth.
It was fresh, tender and smooth, with just the right amount of salty and sweet, and he also tasted it. The black layer should be the sauce made of fungi.
The taste is not amazing, but it is indeed delicious.
He was more curious about what kind of creature this meat was, because it was very different from the most common Grox meat, but it was definitely not from poultry.
"Prime Minister, what is this made of and what is it called?"
"Ha, this original name is no longer reliable, but it is said that it came from the palace after the great rebellion. In the past The Primarch Dorn liked this dish the most, so it was also called the Guardian's Dish. Its material is an almost extinct type of Terran native cattle. This type of cattle is currently only raised in the Golden Livestock Farm in the City of Prayers. Let's put it this way, anyone who lives shorter than me is basically not qualified to enjoy this ancient animal. There are only 15 chefs in Terra who can make this dish. Gordon has served me for thirty years. Years ago, he was trying to pass on his skills to his three sons.”
Soshyan looked at the energetic chef in his fifties, who also bowed slightly to him.
"This dish is very good, thank you very much for your skills."
The chef seemed a little nervous. It may be the first time for him to face a legendary Astartes, and it is So huge, after swallowing his throat, he whispered:
"Do you need another one?"
"If you can, thank you."
After the meal, the atmosphere between the two of them was very harmonious. Soshyan had a deeper understanding of this imperial prime minister who seemed to like luxury and was bloated on the outside, but in fact was exquisite and clear on the inside. He was not just an indulging in political games and bureaucracy. A pure politician who plays tricks. In fact, Tyrion has some unusual attention to the military and the war situation in the empire. Although this is not within the scope of his responsibilities, he will still collect as much information as possible on various theaters and fronts in the empire. , although it was too late when a lot of information was delivered to him.
But this also makes him the person who has the clearest understanding of the current situation of the empire. Sometimes Soshiyang wonders whether he is anesthetizing himself in a sense by being so extravagant, just like a person facing People who are in an irreversible situation usually choose alcohol.
Tirion may have wanted to do many things, but reality held him back.
Soshiyang feels that if he can get along with this kind of person, he should also be able to cooperate.
The other party’s real purpose of inviting me will probably be known soon.
More updates tomorrow
(End of this chapter)