Destiny Steel

library

deep

"I mean, the library of our Warband Abbey is quite a luxury for a moon-class battle barge, don't you think? Parogov. ”

The faint movement of the conversation came from behind the rows of huge bookshelves made of ancient oak and brass, and as the sound echoed through the space, the sound of two footsteps became clearer from far and near.

A deliberately created golden sunset pours in from the library's flowered windows with carved inscriptions and runes, and the vast multi-domed space is filled with the smell of ancient parchment, ink, dust, and wood, with thin dusts tumbling in pillars of light, and a faint orange glow from the large chandeliers hanging from the already blurred painted mural dome.

Ancient and elegant crystal sconces are installed at each intersection, and faded gilt lampholders are newly embedded with soft daylight lumens, illuminating the deep and narrow corridors of rows of books and bookshelves.

With the sound of the rubbing of robes, rosaries, and the Lexicon, Julius, dressed in black armor, a psionic hood, and a priest's robe, stepped out of the depths of the library, with a large stack of books in his arms, accompanied by his friend Parogov, the apothecary's apprentice.

The latter also held a large stack of drawings and books in his hands, but most of his friends' arms were scriptures and runes, spell books, and various illustrated books, while Parogov's hands also contained various illustrated books, and various anatomical drawings, experimental records of his predecessors, mechanical and occult books.

"But it's also a very fortunate thing for us, Julius. It feels like there is new knowledge every day, and almost every question you encounter at work is answered—ah, yes, it's a pity that there is only one book in the book "The Connection between Demonic True Names and Curse Healing," Parogov looked into Julius's hand, his white blue eyes full of regret, "You must tell me as soon as you put it back after reading it, I can't wait to read it." ”

"No problem, Parogov, I'll choose to finish it first." The blonde-haired think tank apprentice and acting pastor smiled in response to his friend, "Let's go register first, and then go outside to the reading room to read them." ”

The young Astartes walked to the only exit from the library, where there were two rows of mortal-sized cabinets and a large long desk, a comfortable work chair.

An old mortal in a dark civil official's robe, sitting behind a desk, reading something by the light of a lamp, heard their approaching footsteps, he looked up, the ravine of time left a deep mark on his face, his face had the wisdom to see through all the deep fog and the kindness of seeing flowers after the storm, and when he saw two young men approaching, the registrant showed an inconspicuous but tolerant smile.

"Good evening, it's a pleasure to see you again, two noble monks, what can I do to you?"

Julius laid down the scroll in his arms on the long table, and the caretaker and registrar nodded to the place, "Yes, Master Kardure, we want to borrow these books and records today. ”

Even within the warband, being called a master by the emperor's angels of death is an extremely unusual and extremely honorable thing for a mortal, and this honor often means that the mortal has made such great contributions to the warband, that he can be called respectfully by the junior Astarte monks in conversation.

Julius once asked his teacher this question, and the director of the think tank was in a trance for a while when he heard the question, as if he was confirming something.

Emenuth then vaguely told his apprentice that the old man had been the Band's psionic advisor, and that the Warden had proved his loyalty and ability by risking his mortal life to save an entire planet during a dangerous battle at the edge of the galaxy, and that was why he had been given such glory and duty after losing most of his psionic powers, taking care of the Great Library, which was extremely important to the Band, and managing the borrowing and returning of books by the way.

The incident was later relayed to Parogov by Julius, so that the two young Astartes did not find it difficult or problematic at all.

"Space Marine...... The Astarte monks are certainly the steadfast and glorious blades of the great emperor pointing to the great enemies of the empire, but the cornerstone of the human empire is the countless mortals, those fragile men and women, who have neither strengthened bodies and minds, nor strong and sophisticated weapons and armor, but still have the courage to face the countless dark and terrifying enemies in the entire vast galaxy in the name of the emperor and the mortal body.

With the courage they had left, they said goodbye to their families, left their homeland, and crossed the vast sea of stars light years away in what may have been the first time in their lives, fighting to the death on a strange planet in order to refuse to surrender to the Lifeless and all other monsters who seek to erase humanity's efforts to rule the galaxy.

That's what mortals are all about, and that's why we're proud to protect mortals, Julius, Parogov. We should fully recognize and understand the nobility and glory of the original bloodline that we have inherited, but we should still learn to use a different way of thinking to understand everything around us. ”

It was a reflection that the former Ultramariner had passed on to him during a break in training, when they were talking to Uriel Ventus and his companions.

Julius' memories were interrupted by the old man's muttering, and Parogov placed the book in his arms on the desk, and the registrant stood up with his cane, stretched out his long, wrinkled fingers, and spread out and counted the parchment scrolls and books one by one.

"Okay, then, let me take a look...... Well, "Xenoanatomy Book II", "How to Treat a Subspace Fungal Infection in Time", "A Step-by-Step Tutorial on Identifying the Dark Eldar's Command System from Armor, Weapons, and Other Characteristics...... Well, what is it? "One Hundred and Eight Cases of Fart Cooking"? Parogov looked away, and the old man shook his head with a smile and registered them.

"Practical Confessions, Monolithic Hardcover Revised Edition...... "Records of the Life and Speeches of St. Sebastian", oh, this is "The Connection between the True Name of the Devil and the Healing of Curses"? This might be a bit difficult for you. ”

Julius nodded, "Yes, Master Cardul, but when I went to the bookshelf to pick it up today, I pulled it out without a hitch." ”

The old man narrowed his eyes, "Is that so?" All right. ”

He took the seal from his sleeve and stamped it on each book that was about to be borrowed.

"That's it. Go ahead," said the registrant kindly, "if you need a reka or something, just call the maid." ”

"Thank you for your service, Master Kadure."

The old man nodded, watching the backs of Julius and Parogov excitedly departing with the scroll in their arms.

Then he turned around and grabbed a flying insect from the void that was about to slip past and fly towards the slowly closing library door.

He casually pinched the twisted, ever-changing color subspace feather mite between his fingers, snuffing it out like a candle.

wail

In addition, the psionic headband and psionic hood actually refer to the part of the think tank power armor that is specially set up for psionic control and use, because it seems that the use of the word headband is easy to misunderstand, so they are replaced by hoods later.

Thanks to Mr. Dry Hai's tender novice think tank editor Julius, it will be updated on his character card

Why is it that in the past two days, I will be attacked by N once before every afternoon update, and I wish I wouldn't do this tomorrow......

(End of chapter)