"Uh-huh-" Ramizane sat at his workbench, arms outstretched, and made a sound that would only come after sixteen hours of overtime for someone 2K Terra called a "social animal".

He patted the back of his neck and waist, and the joints really made a kaka.

Ahlin, who was carrying the datapad for another, smaller, but more productive master, watched in shock as his steel fortress-like protoplasm flowed swiftly and smoothly into the massive two-seater couch and collapsed there in a second—pardon him for his irreverent words, but he couldn't find a more appropriate word.

Perturabo looked up from his databoard encirclement, shook his head, and glared at his body.

"That's my body!" Fear fucking eyes! What the hell did you do, didn't you just handle less than a third of the workload I used to handle?! How the hell did you use the body of an original body to make it feel like an old mortal?! 】

[What's so strange, according to the actual age of this body, it should be the oldest of all the brothers now.] 】

【……】

[Ahem, so pay attention to your health, Pepe, as far as I know, even Leon Al Johnson and Robert Killiman will inevitably show signs of aging when they reappear. Shouldn't you be more aware of this situation than they are? 】

The Border Collie laughed angrily, "Oh, should I give you a health vacation?" 】

[Really? Then I want to ......]

【Do your Somnium!】 】

The dog growled, revealing his canine teeth, "The waste in the infirmary! They're now your responsibility! 】

With a roar, a whole stack of datapads and other files was thrown over, [and!] Tell Honso when you go! If he can't come up with the pure genetic seeds of the Iron Warrior that satisfies me within the allotted time, then there will be a new high-performance Ponderor in the Iron Blood Apothery! 】

[Oh, isn't it like the bow of the ship—well, that sounds a lot more fun than sitting here and working on paperwork all day.] 】

[Quick! Go! Before I paste your face with my paws! Bah! Stay back! Phew! 】

"Ahlin, you're responsible for taking care of me while I'm away."

After happily rubbing Peturabo's two clumps of ear hair with his hands and sucking the dog, Ramizane stepped out with a brisk step, naturally summoning a team of hoop robots to follow him.

Now, in order to make it easy for the two to be limited by their distance from each other and to go out from time to time, they used the existing passage from bridge to stern under the keel in the Iron Blood to renovate a large movable track that was not straight, but could hang a rectangular pod, and placed the daily office in it.

This maximizes the distance between the two, with one dog in the office doing business and the other being sent out to make personal rounds – or wander around.

By the way, it has only been more than a month since he was transferred to the original office, and the originally formidable black-haired starmarines with cold iron have smoothed out their edges and corners.

Aharin's whole person exuded a kind of "My master is a border herd, it's not very normal, he's much smarter than me, you've seen the Iron Lord, the clip, the sound of the dog, I haven't seen it, hahahaha, I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy, I'm still going to make coffee and write a report", and the light of the elite secretary system that does not change color in front of him.

In this regard, Lami Zane said that it is still paperwork that can transform people, you see, what happened to the veterans of the eternal war, what happened to the Iron Warriors, and really pulled over to do the general assistant - the secretary and attendant officer is quite adaptable, and he is doing a good job.

The iron-blooded Destiny Steel's renovation project doesn't stop there, given the little internal renovation they've done, plus the legacy work from previous subspace encounters - Hong Suo's apothecary workshop is really a place where "I'm going to do something" written on it, and it feels like sooner or later something will pop up to make a claim about the subspace - so they simply expanded it this time so that it can build internal defenses and backup space.

All 10th Company recruits were sent to work on projects to expedite the work, as well as to conduct what their 10th Company Commander declared that "you need to deepen your understanding of the importance of civil engineering work and structures in practice."

Everything was in order, and Lamizan was in a good mood as she paced to the infirmary.

——

"Good day, my lord, your visit has made this place shine."

The warband's potion master wiped his silver novice, and walked over to greet the visiting warband leader in a good mood.

"Good day, Honso, I'm coming to see my ...... Sons, what's wrong with them? It doesn't look like we have much of a post-apocalyptic atmosphere here. ”

"My lord, I think they're just a little tired from their injuries, and the period of adaptation to the new mechanical prosthetic may not have passed." The pharmacist replied lightly, while completely ignoring the murderous gaze that filled the room.

Lamizan nodded, still looking at a room full of clouds and very low pressure, but he didn't dare to speak.

"Okay, so when will they be able to heal and return to their posts?"

"Within three solar days, I promise."

"That's great news, Honso, and I'm glad your talents can be used for such medical purposes." Ramizane said sincerely, secretly relieved.

The Apothecary Master smiled cooperatively.

"And ...... How do I feel," the Iron Lord's body narrowed, and there was a natural and subtle sense that automatically measured the body data of every genetic heir in the room, "...... Many of them seem to have changed in size? ...... it taller? ”

Hong Suomian took out a stack of data boards that had been prepared long ago.

"Yes! My lord, I am about to give you a briefing on this matter. ”

"Oh?" Following the Apothecary's movements, the Iron Warriors held their breath as they watched their father unaware of the dastardly ...... The villain led to a new reception room on the side.

They looked at each other until Soltarn spoke quietly.

"We can make some blood lottery slips for backup first, and the people in my group don't have to do this, you can just kill me."

——

Tigris was waiting outside the gates of the Temple of Solemnity.

The impossibly majestic dome of the temple glistens in the golden sunset of the Maculag, and beneath it lies the massive shrine that keeps the original body forever between life and death.

A figure - kneeling in prayer before the stillness of the eternal sleep of the primordial body.

The Chief Think Tank's gaze moved away from the warband's leader's back and swept over the thousands of names carved into the pillars of their original temple.

For a moment, Tigris's thoughts went back to the temple builder back to the glorious moment when the emperor was still walking on earth.

Until the tall figure of the warband leader Calga walked up to him almost silently.

"Is there any news that you need to come to me on purpose?"

His chief think tank nodded, "Yes, it's a, to be precise, the harbinger of two things combined, I think it's necessary to be the first to tell you." ”

Calga turned, and the bionic implanted organ in his left eye glowed a dim red in the faint setting sun of the planet.

"Then I hope it's good news, Tigris."

Wail......

Intermittently better during the day and worse at night, hopefully it will gradually get better in the future

(●°u°●)" See you after six o'clock

(End of chapter)