"Wait a minute." Angelon Petra's voice suddenly sounded reminiscing and extremely tired, as if he had just experienced a beastly war as a witness to this conversation.

"Wait a minute, so, it's really worthy of the Lord of Olympus......" The Twelfth Primordial's voice contained a sense of "really going to be like this" and a hint of "I really shouldn't have doubted", "Before we move on to other outrageous facts, I would like to ask if you two often encounter unexpected ...... when you two are still on the Iron Blood Well...... Presence of fame? ”

"Huh?" Lamizan was stunned by the sudden question, but quickly recalled, and several fairly recognizable names flashed through his stream, "Yes, and a lot of them are still ...... A stray express package delivered to your door? ”

"Ah, the teacher's argument is true, and it is indeed a gathering...... I don't have any problems anymore. Please continue to explain, Fopos is a relic battle moon, okay, I also found the investigation report of the Kalisis Star Sector Pioneer Group from the database of the Desert Ark, which was written about 1,500 years ago, and it did mention that there are orc tribe ruins in Fopos, and at that time they thought that the ruins themselves were at least thousands of years old, and Carrick's current orc infection came from the crashed orc spaceship - so just leave it alone? The inquisitors in this sector will even set up a special group of incursors to deal with various problems in the shadows of this sector, but they have such a place where they can find something wrong with a little closer inspection, and no one has ever taken care of it and investigated it carefully for more than a thousand years?! ”

"Oh, isn't that weird? Angelon, the Corpse Emperor's decaying empire is so large and lacks order and efficiency, their administrative tentacles are actually almost lost when they are delegated to planetary units, and it is the norm to let the locals solve the problem themselves or be solved. Only the final reports of the Inquisitor's disappearance are likely to lead to some follow-up investigation, if their own faction in the Inquisition still has a bit of mentorship or face. Snort. ”

Perturabo's electronic tone mimicked the eerie tone of the yin and yang in such a way that one wondered if the genius had applied his ingenuity to strange little details.

"Behold, behold, this vast territory, it is evident that the Empire wants—"

Just as a certain black-and-white stuffed tyrant, who would become rambling and particularly venomous when it came to certain topics, was about to make his next caustic criticism, a new movement finally came from the door of the reception hall.

Governor Alexei and his cronies and staff streamed in one after another with serious faces, and the two guests inevitably noticed that some of their cronies were not the same as they had been when they had left—they seemed to have grown larger and more ...... A little bit green? Is this that makes their skin look dull as a consequence of a snowfield sunburn or an illusion? And the details of their previous outfits, are they like this? It should be said that the group of Carricks now looks more ...... Like the extravagance of the Ronin of the Merchant dressed up a little?

"Don't act rashly." After seeing the change in the people who came, Lamizan deliberately added, "Okay, it seems that we will know the result soon." ”

After saying his last word, the ronin paused the communication. He adjusted his facial expression to a smile, then got up and turned to the planetary governor walking towards him.

"I'm glad you're back, Lord Governor, so can I get my order?"

The Governor's amber eyes glanced at the blue-eyed guest with a slight curiosity, "You seem to be sure of your order, Lord Carrosini, haven't you thought of anything else?" ”

"I'm confident in the quantity, quality and variety of my product catalog." Standing next to the tall Space Marine, who was silent with a blaster in hand, the Ronin Trader said proudly.

The other party sighed, "Then it seems that you are right." We really can't turn down your long-term low-cost supply contract. I've gone and asked my men to get the map, so you can see which area to choose. However, I would like to remind you that while I can make this place available to you under my personal authority, it remains permanently owned by the Imperial Ministry of the Interior and the Holy Terra Throne. If they need to requisition ......"

"I have a strange sense of déjà vu...... But I can see what you mean, don't worry, look, we can draw up additional clauses in the contract, such as the 999-year lease period and how to recover it at the end of the lease and the compensation for early termination......"

And just as the Governor and the Rogue Trader began to bargain over the parchment contract one by one, a conversation channel quietly opened between the other two primitives - of course, the poor Astartes were still left in the trenches outside, and they were ordered to stay put, and it looked like they were about to be forgotten - the thunderstorm grew bigger, and the ice particles wrapped in the wind and snow coldly slapped against their terracotta armors—

Dasadra sighed, skillfully shook off the shoulder armor and the ice and cold water in the crevices, and began to take out some military supplies from the ammo box next to him.

The move was questioned by Endred, who had been staring at him from the sidelines, "Hey man, why do you look so used to it?" ”

The Eighth Company Commander pointed to the tarpaulin that had been quickly unfolded and propped up above their heads.

Now they were all sitting in small squads in the once again widened trenches, surrounded by stacked ammunition boxes. Dasadra pulled out only dry snacks and self-heating teapots, but it was undeniable that Endred had never seen this combat habit in any space marine.

"You're used to having to wait long hours in bad weather because you've been forgotten—" The Iron Warrior's lieutenant has begun to shake Reca coffee and more energy sugar cubes into the teapot, "Mistress Ramizane told us to cook some hot drinks if this happens, and while our equipment and constitution are not at all afraid of such trivial weather problems, he thinks that this kind of waiting plan actually helps to boost our morale and make our minds more ......" He paused, "Sturdy." ”

"Snort. Interesting. No wonder. The unusually tall Ancient Terminator smacked his lips, and then he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, as if trying to feel something.

In between breaths, the Iron Warriors around them suddenly felt more or less warm in their hearts.

A fiery, positive supernatural force swept through their souls, like the showers, sea breeze and sunshine of the tropical seashore transformed into the mighty strength, unyielding will and uninhibited enthusiasm of the heroic warriors, sweeping away the cobwebs, black mud, haze and any chaotic negative emotions accumulated in every corner of the soul hut, leaving only a relaxed heart, a high refreshing feeling and the warmth of the sun.

Everyone looked at the Eighth Company Commander who looked reckless and fierce for a moment.

The Iron Heart Hound squinted, picked up the sweet Reka coffee brewed in front of him, and drank it down.

"Hah!"

A mouthful of white air erupted from his mouth.

"It's better to be this fast! The smell of your soul is still good. ”

(End of chapter)