Perseverance, Third Archive.

Right now.

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The sparsely populated Third Archives Room was not crowded today, and some servants in simple gray-green robes quietly shuttled between the various bookshelves, placing books, taking them out, transcribing, and squirming, and the sound of wool pen tips scratching the surface of the paper lightly.

The Third Archive did not quite maintain the simplicity of the entire Stoic, although gray and green were the main colors, and some simple and even rudimentary lamps protruded from the walls, providing the only source of light in the archive.

It was so dim that a long, small lamp was added to each table in the Third Archive, and if the reader needed it, they would sit in their chairs and turn on the little lamp.

A huge, delicate, even exaggerated mural looms in the dim light, and the artists have worked hard to carve out the nobility and magnificence of the emperor, and the idealized and symbolized idealism is displayed in this mural.

It is a mural depicting the emperor's first encounter with Motarian.

An ominous gray-green mist seeps through the painting, only to be driven out in vain and powerlessly by the golden threads around the emperor's portrait.

The emperor in the picture is not dressed in his golden armor, but only in the most simple white robe, and the bright green leaves hold this white robe in place, holy and noble.

The emperor lowered his eyes, pity, sympathy, joy.

He held his dying heir, Mortarian covered in gray and rotting, his broken robe like dry bones.

This is a dying Grim Reaper, and anyone who sees it will feel a deep inner uneasiness and panic.

But the emperor on the screen did not, he held Motarian and saved his lost heir.

Praise the Emperor.

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Well...... Mortarian would not have been happy to see this picture.

Hades stood next to the painting, and every time he came to Archives 3 to borrow and return a book, he would stop in front of it for a moment.

The painting is so exquisite, with contrasting emperors and mortarians, gloomy and oppressive environments and emperors shining with the light of redemption, and the dim lighting of the third archive adds a touch of mystery to it.

Hades was amazed, this is a mural that can make people can't help but praise the emperor when it is seen, and the mortal artists have indeed carved the glory of the emperor in the Great Expedition.

But Motarian would definitely be unhappy.

Hades shuddered silently, he didn't know if Motarian had seen this painting, and if he did, he didn't know what kind of picture it was.

But most likely, Motarian had already seen the painting, but he couldn't just point to the death guards who were surrounding him and say, "I don't like it, repaint."

It's that there is a high probability that a person will be incompetent and furious for a while afterwards.

In fact, in addition to the army, the artists, poets, and historians who were responsible for recording and celebrating the exploits of the legion were also indispensable members of the Great Expedition.

And such mortals, those mortals that the Space Marines more or less look down on, can draw a picture that can make an original incompetent and furious for a while.

Tsk tsk.

After admiring the mural, Hades beckoned, and a servant cowered and walked over obediently.

Hades handed the last books he had borrowed to the servant—"Bedtime Stories for Noble Children," "One Zero Swear Words in Low Gothic," and "Gothic Learning, From Beginner to Grave."

He waved his hand, and the servant was gone. Hades drove straight to the area where he had last borrowed the book.

Today he's going to learn!

Hades looked up and down in front of the bookshelf, looked left and right, and then followed a copy of "One Hundred Stories of Terra Gossip".

The desks in the archive room were empty, so Hades picked a random table in the corner, sat down and began to read.

The book is full of bizarre and ridiculous jokes, high gothic satire, low gothic jokes, and Hades quickly threw himself into the book......

Until—

A figure sat across from him.

The thin and shriveled figure, the somewhat faded dark red cloak, the layers of crumpled clothes hidden under the cloak, the edges of the cloak were washed and frayed, and under the light of the small lamp, it became extraordinarily clear.

"Hello."

The visitor said in stumbling Barbarus.

Hades looked at the old man in surprise, and the other party was slightly short in terms of mortal physique.

Hades responded in high Gothic to the opposite.

[Hello, who are?] ］

The old man smiled with relief and a little fear,

"I'm the Historian who followed the Twilight Raiders before, and the Chronicler who is now the Death Guard."

There is no word for "historian" in the Barbarootian language.

[Are you a historian?] ］

The other party nodded,

Hades looked around, and there was no one else.

He remembered that he hadn't seen anyone like the old man since he had come to the Stoic, and that all he had met every day were Space Marines, servants, and mortal crews.

[You're alone?] ］

"Yes, my lord, I'm the only one."

"My companions, those poets who pursue passion and romance. They could not stand the dullness of the run-in period of the legion, so they applied to go to the front line one after another to sing the glory of the Great Expedition. ”

Hades looked at the old historian opposite,

[Why don't you go?] ］

The old man's deep eyes flickered with a glimmer,

"My companions are a little impatient, the run-in period of a legion will be an important stage in laying the foundation for the future development of this legion."

The old man looked at Hades, as if he meant something, but in an instant this feeling disappeared, and only a slumped historian remained.

Hades raised an eyebrow, was this to find him to persuade Motarian, or was it just the feeling of an old historian's own experience?

But a mortal historian on the other side has no position or reason......? Furthermore, he didn't elaborate.

Or...... He said this on purpose, so as to provoke Hades's opinion and let Hades talk to him?

Hades thought he would talk to the historian again.

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Hades walked out of the third archive room, holding the Chronicle of Ulz that had just been recommended to him by the historian.

I practiced high gothic speaking and chatted about some of the customs on Barbarus, which was not bad.

Maybe he's overhearted.

Hades thought.

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Broken thoughts:

I looked up the mechanics and found that the 30k mechanics had a "Schrödinger's state" of attitude towards creation.

To simply regulate the class, it is the sage himself who invents and creates privately, and he is very good; Outsiders are coming to modify the machinery without permission, and I'm sorry, you've violated the law of divine complexity.

I'll make changes to the previous article when I'm free......

There is also the latest plot...... I...... Belch......

The official author is flying wildly in front, and the same writer is crying and chasing after him.