After putting aside those distracting thoughts in his mind, Soshyan continued to ask:
"What did you do next?"
"We will find a way to install this thing and put the other They were all chopped up and teleported back to the ship with Dogo's equipment and ran away. Oh, and the female inquisitor. I contacted Sisna and rescued her, but it seems that she has been infected. I don't know if she was turned by the alien... How long have you been tortured?”
Soshiyang narrowed his eyes.
“You didn’t do anything strange to the female alien and the female inquisitor, did you?”
Rozim tilted his head and waved his hands with a dry smile.
"Look at the chapter leader you are talking about, that is the Inquisitor, and we are good citizens of the empire. We worship the emperor's grandfather every day, how can we really engage in sexual intercourse?"
Then he He immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly covered his mouth and shook his head.
Soshyan's face suddenly turned cold, and he looked at Loken.
"Loken, tell the truth, otherwise you know the consequences."
Loken shook his head quickly.
“There is really no Chapter Master. Really, the Inquisitor, we really didn’t touch the alien. Although we all took off our pants at the time, Dogo got drunk and went crazy and chopped the alien bitch with an axe. , Rozim was so angry that he almost exploded his shit. "
Looking at Loken's appearance, Soshyan probably believed it, so he made a verdict.
“Send this thing to Dietrian and ask him to keep it at the highest security level. A living Tyranid leader is a valuable research material. As for you, Rozim, Loken, and Yi Sven, and that Dogo, from today on, all of them will work as cleaners on the lower deck of the Eternal Loyalty until the fleet returns to the monastery fortress!"
"No, Chapter Commander. We have made such great contributions.”
"Rozim, I've tolerated your often arrogant words and bad behavior, but you still have no faith in your thoughts, are unwilling to make progress in your work, are free and casual in your style, and pursue pleasure in your life - I can't bear it anymore, and I really can't. I'm so embarrassed to be so merciful to you!"
As soon as Soshiyang called, he blocked out everything Rozim wanted to say.
“And!”
Soshyan pointed at the other person’s nose.
“Then my animal friends just stay on that broken boat. If they are found running around and beaten to death, I will not be held responsible!”
Rozim's shoulders suddenly slumped like a deflated rubber ball.
But just when he turned around, Soshyan stopped him again.
"Hey, let's make two dishes in a minute. I haven't eaten food in the war group cafeteria for a long time. Prime Minister Tyrion sent some wine. It's in cabinet 12 of the food storage warehouse No. 3. You can also Take out a few bottles.”
Hearing this, Rozim was happy and nodded.
“Okay!”
Isvin and Loken hurriedly wanted to follow, but were immediately blocked by Soshyan's eyes
The Astartes did not pursue appetite, but the food culture was still the Astartes warband This is part of the culture, which is why Rozim, as the owner of the restaurant, is a high-ranking servant. On the other hand, it also proves that his craftsmanship is undoubtedly extraordinary.
Even from Soshyan's point of view, the dishes made by the other party are far better than those of Tirian's gold medal chefs.
Of course, in addition to being nostalgic this time, he just wanted to have a good chat with the other party, especially since he received so many messages after coming to Terra, and even now he still has doubts in his heart from time to time. Produces confusion and powerlessness.
“Well, it seems like it’s been a long time since two people had a meal like this.”
In Soshyan's private room, Rozim took a sip of priceless wine and smacked his lips. On the round table in front of him, there were only some simple-looking dishes. Soshyan, who was sitting opposite him, Yang leaned back in the chair, looking very relaxed, but also seemed to be thinking about something.
"Yes, it's been a long time." Soshyan raised his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking, then picked up the cup, clinked it with Rozim, and drank it in one gulp.
“Brother, what kind of person do you think I am?”
Hearing this, Rozim put down his cup.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just asking."
Rozim blinked.
“He is capable of both literary and martial arts and looks very——”
“Oh, just tell me what’s on your mind”
"Hey, this is what I mean. Is there any problem with this? You are very good. After the tragedy of the world engine, there are only about thirty people left in the war group. Look, they have recovered now. Cong Wen For example, you have accumulated so much wealth, trained so many recruits, Robin Bahram and the others are all good guys, and you have also organized an Alliance of Astartes. From a military perspective, look at the victories you have won along the way. How many opponents, how many battles have been won, how many worlds have been recovered, just this Maelstrom Expedition, I dare say, no Astartes now has more achievements than you, so isn't this enough? It’s awesome that you have the original body. Besides, brother, you are indeed handsome. Those women can’t wait to see you - burp!”
Hearing the original body, Soshiyang reluctantly squeezed out a He smiled, then picked up the wine bottle and filled both Rozim and himself with wine.
"Rozim should also know about the Eleventh Legion."
Rozim responded vaguely, picked up the glass, and then Soshiyang told him the next sentence He stopped what he was doing.
"Brother, if I say that one day, someone discovers that the original body is not dead, or that he appears again, will you completely obey his orders?"
"Huh? Uh-"
Rozim pondered for a while and put down the glass.
"This can't happen. If he hadn't died, we wouldn't be where we are now."
"I said what if, when our original body appears, will he do it? Better, better than me.”
“He didn’t do anything, so who knows if it’s good? If so, Grandpa Emperor wouldn’t have to sit on that throne. I’ve been squatting for ten thousand years.”
Soshiyang blinked and said with a smile:
"That is the original body. Although you did not have the gene seed implanted, you have undergone the transformation surgery after all. You are also a member of the legion. It is not too much to call you father." .”
“That’s not true.”
Rozim waved his hand.
"Has he taught me? Has he raised me? Just call him dad? How cheap is that? At most, he is a boss to the death."
"You, if I had said this 10,000 years ago, you would have been beaten to death in the Legion."
"I'm telling the truth. Brother, I feel that your mood is a little wrong. It happened, uh, What's the matter?"
Soshiyang shook his head with a smile and filled the cup again.
“Nothing happened.”
“Oh.”
Rozim drank half the glass in one gulp. After hesitating for a moment, he said cautiously:
"Brother, you are good at everything, but you like to keep things in your heart too much and take your responsibilities too seriously. It’s too heavy, as if I have to carry the entire galaxy on my shoulders. We are mortals and ordinary people. We may not understand any particularly big ambitions or responsibilities, but I think so. If everything is just for the sake of others, Isn’t it too boring and hopeless to set a certain goal, or a certain goal that everyone thinks you should do? Having goals is a good thing, but sometimes we can also try to live without goals. ——”