"I must admit, this apple peach pie tastes really good, Master Honso. Its taste and materials really deserve a small tactical raid. ”

With only a few small food crumbs and two Astarte-sized forks now on the eighteen-inch metal baking sheet, the Apothecary Master and his apprentice sat on either side, surrounded by amniotic troughs containing the remains of the warband monks, medical pods, and various living specimens, enjoying the last days of a good supper.

"Of course, didn't you see it when you went there lately? The menu bulletin board of the officers' cafeteria says that due to the supply of raw materials and preservation issues, this very popular snack is now available in limited quantities every day, and even Space Marines can only buy half a per person, while supplies last, on a first-come, first-served basis. ”

"Half? Each? His apprentice raised a white eyebrow and glanced at the complete baking pan, on which there was once a whole apple peach pie.

"Oh, I've used your quota with that. After all," his teacher and boss said without changing their faces, "as this warband and the only two pharmacists and apprentices on this ship, we are one, yours is mine, and mine is mine." ”

"That sounds like you're taking advantage of me, Master Hongsuo."

"Hah! Little Nila Idoa, don't be so serious, as if I really took advantage of you, tsk. ”

Or to use a not-so-appropriate Gutera idiom: borrow flowers and offer Buddhas."

"Oh? How do you say this phrase ......? "It's hard for our tongue muscles to pronounce this syllable accurately, JIE_HUA_XIA_FU it seems that you and your friend who is almost stupid at reading does read a lot of things in the big library...... Maybe one day I'll go and see where this library you go to? ”

His little apprentice raised his eyebrows in surprise again.

"I thought you had been there a long time ago."

"Hah! I don't have much time to go to that kind of relaxing place. The ongoing and upcoming experiments that need to be monitored and maintained on a daily basis here, as well as the group, well, constant emergencies, are enough for me to keep myself busy right now. ”

"The library isn't the kind of place to relax, Master Hongsuo, and we don't just go there when we're idle."

"Okay, okay." The Apothecary Master paused, and waved his hand with a helpless but not angry look, as if to brush away the conversation just now.

The apothecary master pointed to the old guidebook that Parogov had just been reading on the lab table, the cover of which was mottled with weather, and the large seal of a bolt of lightning striking across the cover, the half-melted fire paint mark in a capital I, and the ornate wings of faded gold leaf beneath that were almost completely invisible.

"Although this pharmacist's guide was written a long time ago, it is very detailed and has studied the physiology of space marines almost to the extreme, and all the classic situations and conjectures that can occur have been written down to the ...... I sometimes wonder who its author is, and my instinct is that if this guy hadn't died in the endless wars of the past, he would have left something in the galaxy or made a name for himself. ”

"But, in my opinion," the Chaos Space Marine, leaning back in his chair (and moving his medical backpack to make himself sit more comfortably), shaking a coffee cup with a skull icon and halo etched into it with one hand, "being a pharmacist still can't exactly follow the things of those who came before you...... Although the references are very useful, to put it bluntly, they are just stepping stones and more advanced stepping stones, and we, as pharmacists valued by the warband, must pay attention to practice for the future of the warband, little Nila Idoa. ”

His apprentice also took a sip from his remaining hot coffee cup, "You sound a bit heretical, Master Honso, the genetic sages of Luna, Mars, and elsewhere must have a lot to say to you. ”

"Hah! You're really witty today, do you want to laugh at me? Little Nira Idoa, what do those mechanical scavengers want to talk about, come on, it's doubtful whether a large part of them can still be considered human, I really haven't seen so many people rushing up to be human in so many years. ”

"Oh? The Mechanica's exploration teams have always been known for their adventurous spirit of challenging the unknown and moving forward, so why do you say that? ”

"Hah! What an illusory and beautiful fairy tale hero theme it sounds like! Little Nila Idoa, did you accidentally read some 10,000-year-old antique book in the library? So much so that they have this strange hallucination? When I was in Medlengaard, the black oil guys were more like people than some Martian oil guys. There are some little stories I've seen about this before, and I can tell you if you want to hear them. - Well, I'll take a look at these temperatures and the maintenance levels of endocrine hormones first—"

Honso turned his head, reached over and flicked a few knobs and buttons from a large contemplative bronze and brass panel, and checked the monitoring data and the real-time situation. "Okay, no problem, then, let me tell you about ......"

Hungso's dark eyes flashed with an evil and pleasant light.

For the third time, Parogov raised his white eyebrows.

"I'd like to hear about it."

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After hours of enthusiastic lectures by the master of pharmacies and more watering of sand boiling hot Reca coffee, what Parogov finally received was-

A head-filled collection of colorful stories of voyages and battles, descriptions of battle scenes, not-so-upright or practical tricks used in various battles, a variety of colloquial pronouns for the Seventh and Thirteenth Legionnaires or other legionnaires, and the real theme of this one: a spicy mockery and scalpel-like dissection and commentary on what many members of the Cult of the Mechanicus have become.

Eventually, the Apothecary apprentice walked thoughtfully down the main passage leading to the Abbey's Great Library, where the automatic lumen on the Destiny Steel showed that it was midnight to before dawn, and even Space Marines who didn't need a break often chose to take a short nap to better recuperate.

A group of Domita-class mechmen on regular patrol passed by him, they were well-maintained and the mechanical gear crest on their bodies looked new and bright.

Leading the way was a "silver skull" veteran who decorated his power armor in a way that was flamboyant compared to the others.

The other party visibly choked when he saw his face, and put his hand on the weapon, but finally greeted him.

"Brother Niraidoa! Do you still go to the Hall of Omen so late? ”

"Yes." The apothecary apprentice calmly replied, "I have something to look for...... Robert. ”

"Oh, he must still be at his teacher's place, and as I passed by, I saw a warning light at the door of Ma'atra's house that was not to disturb."

"Thanks, then I think I can wait for him for a while."

The other party nodded, sighed and left, saying something like "you guys really have a good relationship".

The apothecary apprentice continued to walk forward.

Wail.

Chapter 2 Evening.

It's so cold!

Before the evening, I felt strangely cold and found that the leather man seemed to have turned off the heater at some point at night (

(End of chapter)