The Iron Lord is trying to be calm.

Steel inside and out.

He meditated to himself.

His furry face and lips hidden under the fluffy barrel of his fuzzy mouth were a good help for him to hide his superfluous expressions, but his tightened ears and straightened tail were hard to overcome by willpower alone—hell the puppy instinct!!!!

His heart was roaring wildly, and all kinds of related knowledge, five hundred and sixty-three ways to deal with the current situation were listed in a thousandth of a second, but only for humans! After all, no one would write anything like this for a dog!!!! Perturabo's own voice screamed in his head, but more worrying was what would happen next.

The original body pulled out from the depths of his memory that his father's corrupt empire and chaos had handled more than 3,000 ways of dealing with this suspected subspace emergency, which was much the same, and it could only be said that there were few exceptions.

And if the children of my banishment find out who is in this uncontrollable weak, weak shell......

Peturabo's scalp tingled.

Despite never having actually experienced anything like this, the Lord of Steel felt that he could analogize his feelings—as if he was announcing his intention to marry the Terra Praetorian Guard in the middle of the Terra Palace Square and that the witness was Vogrim, and he was probably only a scratch of the surface away from broadcasting his ruin to the universe on the Torch.

Destroy it.

He tightened his four paws, oh fear fucking eyes! I even have my fingernails cut on all four of my paws!!!!

The original body smacked its lips calmly with a kind of shame and resentment, these insignificant teeth, although well maintained, obviously did not have the ability to pierce the armor of pottery steel, if these damn heirs wanted to, they only needed to turn on the flamethrower, no, there was a whopping 99.998% chance that just one hand of choking would be enough to destroy the pathetic, fragile, hairy little body they were living in now.

When Dantioc approached, Perturabo subconsciously pressed his ears tightly, and hot air poured out of his lungs and spewed out of his nostrils through his narrow nasal cavity.

This, of course, has nothing to do with the fact that Dantiok has always been right, and that he does owe something to him, to the children! It also has nothing to do with the fact that he can only look up at the huge ironclad giant now!

It's just a dog's nervous instinct!

Of course.

The animal that bears the original soul of the Iron Warrior stands there, in the depths of the desolate frontier planet, in the fortress of pain, in the steel corridors of the Shardhold Center, his long tail slightly raised, his muscles tense, his gorgeous fur fluffy and soft, hugging the rough and rusty iron fingers of the prematurely aged exile.

Dantiok's first touch was undoubtedly clumsy, and Perturabo sneered silently, regaining confidence in a second.

He tilted his head sideways and patted the back of the useless son's hand with his furry snout, motioning for him to follow the hair in the right place.

Can't even do this little thing, Barabbas Dantiok! He rebuked silently again, shaking his neck, and this time the tip of the old blacksmith's handarmor finally fell into the right place.

Hum. Perturabo enjoyed the child's hair touching service with peace of mind.

—————— Dantiok shows the division line of what kind of craftsmanship it takes to make a sturdy kennel-——————

Perturabo didn't even have to go around the tiny terracotta fortress.

This thing doesn't even deserve to be stuffed into a cannon!

Defenseless! Knock it down!

Dantiok! Your level shouldn't be!

He pricked up his ears excitedly, the tips of his ears trembling with the undulations of his body, the tips of his tail swaying happily, and with vigour, sniffing with his nose in disgust, and then pulling with his paws, until his front trident patiently and slowly placed the last of the clay steel components in a position to his satisfaction, and then the original body walked over with his head held high with his head held high, and stepped out of nowhere to turn out the soft cloth pad into a pit of suitable size, and then coiled into a beautiful round hairball in it.

Perturabo felt sleepy, he narrowed his eyes, cocked his tail, bared his teeth and tongue, and yawned a super-big.

"Looks like you're finally sleepy little one." Dantiok coughed, the broken lungs and trachea left behind by the Herud war burned him from the inside, but the need to finish the kennel with precious physical strength made him feel more relaxed than ever.

It was a magical animal, and the War Blacksmith began to understand the affection of the Sixth Legion soldiers for their animal companions, though he and all his brothers concluded that the animal was most likely a relative of the wolf, a dog of the Guterra period.

- It shouldn't be here and now, anyway.

"We should be very vigilant, as this is most likely an accident caused by the fluctuations of subspace." Pastor Jennifer, who had consulted a lot of information, warned solemnly. "And there are no accidents in subspace."

Of course, if the pastor didn't speak with such an obvious "So you should give it to me and take it back to the hair", this warning would have been taken more seriously.

Ancient texts mention dogs as excellent companions or companion animals, and it is, he thought.

The dog who accidentally broke into the Wound Fortress looked lethargic, oh, its eyelids were fighting, and it would fall asleep right away.

The black and white dog lay in the fort kennel he had made with his own hands, and it looked like it had accepted the gift, its breath swaying its mane, the tips of its long fur swaying slightly in the air with the regulator's currents.

There was a strong desire that suddenly dominated Dantiok.

He raised his bloodshot eyes alertly, but everything around him was normal, there were no signs of subspace or corruption, and everything was safe and sound.

Just give it a try? Try? Maybe......

He tried to remove some of his armor with the help of his own minions, and then ventured out his bare palm, covered in wrinkles and age spots, to stroke the head and back of the big dog again.

The thick fuzz on the top of the big dog's head wrapped the rough skin of the old man, and the long and gorgeous soft mane on the back of the neck gently buried the fingers covered with bones and tendons.

The animal that unexpectedly appeared in the depths of the Icy Rock Iron Fortress today lazily raised its eyelids and glanced at Dantiok, a loving, relaxed, trusting gaze that told Dantiok that he was going to sleep, and trusted that he would protect him.

The destroyed tear ducts are somewhat redundant to work today, the old blacksmith blinked.

The eyepiece readings reminded him that the dog's regular body temperature was slightly higher than that of humans, oh yes, it must have been so warm because of it, yes, he thought, it must have been so, so warm, with a warmth of wholehearted trust, that began to seep in from his fingertips, and that the numb heart seemed to come alive again, and the cold blood of resentment and helplessness became alive again, and washed over and over his veins with enthusiasm, just as he had been when he learned that his genetic father was coming to reunite with them.

The waves of unwillingness, pain, hatred, and other emotions that had enveloped him, sustained him, and whipped him over the years no longer rolled, and tended to be as quiet as a windless sea.

All that's left is to sigh.

"It's incredible......"

Wail.

After reading the analysis of the previous chapter, I am very happy that the book friend is very good at guessing, which makes me happy

The Dantiok interlude series is also a personal favorite of mine

Another bad news is that the author has a roommate, and then he sent the A flu and the new crown back to his residence so that the author of the house also followed the experience of the powerful version of the plague messenger, and today he came in and said that the whole company had a cold, which was quite happy......

…… I'm speechless, I hope I won't get infected on the weekend.

There are really people in this world who can treat people who are sick without any burden (lll¬ω¬)

(End of chapter)