I licked the hot bayonet and tasted the soup on it!

I seem to have tasted the taste of home......

There was too much salt and oil, a lot of strong feta cheese, and honey to create a strange mixture of salty and sweet, which was not a delicacy in mind, completely out of line with the normal taste habits of the Empire, but it was very warm to me.

Come to think of it, these ingredients, except for the piece of Kraken's meat, are all from Sogen, which is produced in my hometown, and the unskilled cooking method is a popular habit among most of the wild tribes, which makes this pot of soup almost the same as the taste of my hometown.

Of course, it's not all the same, it seems that the Fenris prefer salty and greasy food more than us Sogans, and the jar of soup and its heavy mouth, and not even a single vegetable, perhaps because of the Silent Blade's oblivion. Regardless, after almost a full day of high-intensity fighting, this kind of food that quickly replenishes salt and calories was exactly what I needed.

So, when it cooled a little bit, I took it and drank it down. The hot soup made me sweat, and I let out a long breath, feeling like I was suddenly recovering from a half-dead state.

"You did it?" I asked the captain next to me.

"Yes, if you like it. I haven't cooked in over a decade. Sylvia said.

I'm not very good at complimenting people, but for food, the speed at which I ate is the best compliment, and I was accidentally scratched a shallow blood on my lips by the sharp stubble on the edge of the tin can.

"Haven't you tasted this piece of Kraken's meat, though? It's something all Fenris's dreams can only dream of. Sylvia asked.

Well, that's a very serious problem indeed. If I had enough time, I might have chopped it up with a knife and eaten it, and the only thing left might be gastrointestinal problems, but it would be foolish to eat something so indigestible when I was so exhausted from a fight.

But what reason is needed to refuse, an ascetic oath or something, the Fenris don't admit it, and besides, I'm probably going to take the initiative to break that oath later, isn't this a slap in the face?

However, we are all people of the wild world, and we still have a common language in some ways.

"We must be in awe of those powerful beings, and if I have not proven myself capable of hunting it, then I am not qualified to eat its meat." I answered seriously.

"Hunter's Oath, many savage worlds have conventions and traditions, but this is the first time I've seen you take it so seriously. When the wolf sends this thing, it means that they have recognized your power. ”

"We're different after all. The more powerful the force, the more it requires a firm will to control it. ”

"But in the final battle, you are even weaker than me......"

You woke up too late, or you'd have seen me kill a high-level demon with a single sword that made my blood boil in retrospect—uh, no, you've seen my battle recorder......

"What I want to know is, why did you dare to stand up to that wizard after losing most of your power? As far as I know, you should be very sensible, not the kind of person who doesn't care about anything. She continued.

Even without the ability to read minds, I could still feel the slightest instability in her affection, although I couldn't tell anything from her face.

Because I expected that you were good at cooking, and I wanted to eat your cooking every day in the future—the answer passed through my mind and I didn't really say it. I'm a middle-aged soldier who is a little dull, and I'm no longer a young man who flies away.

"Because I think it's much more difficult for the Empire to train a qualified captain than it is to train a battlemanlock, or rather, a captain is more valuable than a psionic."

"Why? Anyone can learn to fly a spaceship after training, even those who come out of the wild world, and psionics need talent. ”

"In fact, from the perspective of the entire empire, there are not many people with this kind of talent, and the black ship is overcrowded every day."

"The Naval Academy is also overcrowded, and most students graduate without finding a suitable ship to serve, or relegating to less important positions."

"But only the best, and at the same time the luckiest get the captaincy, don't they? Although I don't know anything about spaceships, I still know about relatively small things like chariots and artillery, and although the Empire has always believed that weapons are more important than people, in my experience, those ancient and precious weapons of war will not be of any value if they are not operated by experienced people. I've seen a lot of like driving a tank into a ditch and smashing shells on your own heads. Skilled manpower cannot be cultivated from the academy, and it must be piled up with innumerable resources and many lives—of the enemy or of one's own. ”

"Well, even if the captain is more important," she breathed a sigh of relief, as if she didn't want to dwell on this distracted topic, "but are you the kind of person who can really sacrifice yourself for the good of the Empire?" ”

Hey, do I seem to be that unfaithful? I'm also a second-level loyal certified by the Empire, okay? Well, second-order loyalty is the kind of loyalty that you will try to maintain without endangering your own life - and there seems to be nothing wrong with her statement.

But I'm not completely rational and selfish, and I've taken the initiative to face death quite a few times.

Sylvia continued her question, "So can I think that I am also important to you?" ”

The topic has been shifted to a very subtle place. I met her gaze into my eyes, and I felt the aggressiveness in it. Before I knew it, I was already a head weaker in momentum.

But I'm not a competitive young man anymore, and I didn't shy away from looking back and calmly replied, "Yes." ”

I don't know if my answer was expected or unexpected, but she paused at this time, and her momentum weakened, so I continued: "It is often difficult for our defense forces to win wars on the ground alone, and we need timely assistance from space orbit, such as airdrop supplies, reinforcements and even direct fire assistance......"

"Looks like you need a battleship, and preferably an assault cruiser for the Space Marines, and precision orbital bombardment is not something that can be played with just a ship." Sylvia snapped up, a look of impatience on her face, and got up to leave.

Did I say something wrong? I seem to have her off. Alas, it is said that women seem to be so affectionate, so they are not suitable to be soldiers.

Without thinking, I reached out and pulled, grabbed her palm, and tried to pull her down and sit down again, but unexpectedly, my strength was far inferior to that of the other party, and I felt that my arm was pulled violently, and I stood up involuntarily. By the time I realized that the situation was not good, I wanted to break free, but it was too late. Sylvia's palms were not as thick as mine, but they were slender and powerful, and their grip was like iron pincers that hurt me to the marrow.

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Thanks to a generous amount of tips from a reader, my exhausted inspiration springs again.

What will be followed will be a warm (?) period of wood and battle. scenes, and the protagonist is bored to death.

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