"Come, Brother Lessander, sit down here, I personally recommend this position."

Lysander was awakened from his wandering state to find himself standing in a spacious hall that he didn't know what to do.

There was no one in the hall, except for the tables and chairs scattered around, only a few strange niches on one wall, there were no icons, prayer books, trophies, or anything like that, most of them were empty, and there was a long row of low cabinets in front of the alcoves, which Lessander assessed and thought that the height of such cabinets as a bunker was quite good, but the strength was obviously insufficient, so here it is?

On the opposite side, the living saint Nira Idoa was pulling herself to sit down on one of the two comfortable chairs by the window, and between the two chairs was a simple but elegant table.

"Want something?"

Lysander found himself at a loss for answers, perhaps the blank expression on his face that made the young living saint understand something at once with understanding.

"Ah, drink the same as me, and I think you'll like it too. Wait here for a while, and I'll be back. ”

He turned and walked towards the row of alcoves, and Lysander began to look around in utter confusion.

The walls here were painted a soft yellow, a soft yellow that Lysander had hardly seen anyone use in the interior decoration of a Void ship, neither the yellow-black alert stripe nor the Imperial Fist, but a light yellow that would make people calm when they looked too much.

Gold and white reliefs and strokes adorn the hall in a measured manner, opposite the alcove walls, which have wide portholes and platforms that extend out, and Lysander could see that the ship was approaching the asteroid belt at the outskirts of the galaxy, with the central star glowing faintly white in the distance, and the spectrum of stars in the background shimmering from red to purple to invisible black.

There was some movement in the alcove, and Niraidoa seemed to be doing something, so was there some kind of contemplative device in that wall?

Suddenly, the sound of servo pistons grinding and steel walking feet familiar to every soldier who had served the warband for many years made Lysander's muscles tense together with the smell of the promethium oil exhaust pipe, and he turned his head stiffly to see - a very richly decorated Contempt fearlessly pushed open the door on the other side and entered the hall, and was walking past him, straight in the direction of the alcove.

Hell yes.

Lysander thought to himself.

How could I think the back of a contemptuous man walking without fear looks so light, light, graceful, elegant? My Cognition...... Something must have gone wrong.

He thought calmly, this is not surprising, maybe I have gone completely crazy at some point after seeing my father, the corners of his mouth twitched, the madman and the betrayer are still quite compatible, aren't they?

Niraidoa seemed to finish his work in the alcove wall over there, and was walking towards Lysander with two cups, and he watched as the living saint greeted Daring Dared, who even nimbly raised his huge power claws to gesture with him for a few days.

Then the two "men" staggered by, and the living saint returned to their table and put down the cup.

Parogov noticed his expression, "Huh? Brother Lessander, do you have any questions for you? ”

"Can you tell me that that'...... Who? Lysander pondered his mouth, noticing that the cup that Niraidoa had brought was a steaming liquid, somewhat resembling the rich herbs boiled in some barbarian or feudal world, but smelling unexpectedly bitter with a strange smoky sweetness and creaminess.

"Ah, that's Elder Sade, who has just been awakened by Master Humso," Parogov said thoughtfully with a strange expression, Lysander uneasily asked if he had asked something wrong, and the white-haired apothecary apprentice just tilted his head, "It's nothing, but his formation is still in the tenth company, and he should be transferred soon." In the past, I used to ...... I'm familiar with him, and I feel like his temper has changed a lot since he was woken up recently. ”

"Master Hongso?" Lysander frowned, "This person is yours...... Teacher? ”

"Yes." Their father's living saint seemed to smile slightly, "Master Hun Suo is a true genius who is admirable on the path of apothecary and genes, and I have a lot to learn from him. ”

"Don't you want to continue the path of the loyal and glorious warrior and the path of conquest? If the Fist of the Empire could be led by you, we would—" Lysander's words came to an abrupt end, and in the distant light of the stars, those pale iris eyes were staring silently at the former Fist of the Empire with a smile behind the eye sockets of the dead human skeleton.

A thick bitterness rose on the tip of Lysander's tongue, "I mean......," he struggled to organize his words, "I mean, perhaps, our entire company of men who have come this time needs your guidance to get through ...... No, come and grind away their spiritual weakness under your spur so that it can be better ...... for you And...... Service ......"

He couldn't go on, his tongue muscles and vocal cords still couldn't adapt to the words added to the post of peturabo after the service.

It's so hard, maybe I'll never get used to it, he thought.

Fortunately, Niraidoa still understood what he meant, "Ah, that's right, but Brother Lysander, although I did accept the entrustment, and I will indeed help you better adapt to this place in many daily lifes, but after all, I am only a warband apothecary, and I still have my own studies, exams, work, and experiments to do, isn't it more appropriate for this kind of morale encouragement and the like to be done by the warband priest?" ”

A chill spread through Lysander's body, and he looked up in disbelief.

Astarte, sitting leisurely in the chair opposite, didn't seem to realize what terrible and cold words he had just uttered, as if they were talking about the rainless weather in Divine Terra today.

"Of course, since Julius is also struggling during exam week, I've already taken the time to talk to my old priest brother, Pastor Kevin Lee."

Opposite, the Advent Living Saint of the Father of His Genes took a sip from his cup and let out a soft sigh of satisfaction.

"Pastor Lee Kevin doesn't have any doubts anymore, you don't have to worry, the others should be fine...... If there is a problem, ask them to go to Kevin Lee, and the pastor will be happy to do his job. Any more questions, Brother Lysander? If not, we'll have to talk about the next thing. ”

"What's next?" He heard his own voice ask the word bitterly.

"Ah, that's right, Captain Warband, let me tell you that we're going to select elite sergeants from the Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists to form a new First Company, and the personnel—"

He blinked, "The composition of the new First Company will be determined by the final comprehensive battle of this battle for the planet Bela Karn." ”

He then pushed the cup in front of Lysander, who had already begun to show a combat-mobilized expression that was thinking quickly.

"Try this cup of Soul Volcano, you'll love it. Lysander. ”

Wail.

Little Parogov really fits Hunsso's expectations very much in a way.

I'm going to have to hurry up and write Dantioc (the art style is completely different)

(End of chapter)