A stormbird adorned with silver skulls and wings flies out of the dusty mechanical ark and carries its passengers to their destination.

The Special Envoy of the Plenipotentiary Trade Representative of the "Silver Skull" Warband, Sir Khadure, returned today to his cordial (?) Iron ...... Destiny Steel.

The old man in the green civil robes pushed his hood back slightly, and then took as deep a breath as he could, as the hatch opened.

A faint smell of strange smell was exhaled from his lungs, and then it was sucked in by the powerful air conditioning system of the Destiny Steel.

"Thankfully, we're finally back in some civilized places." The old knight, who called himself the Master of Kadur, seemed to be truly relaxed at this moment, instead of dealing with others with his mask-like expression. He walked slowly down the metal slope of the cabin with his staff.

"I feel the same way, Master Kadure." The voice that came from the Terminator Power Armor beside the thin old man was none other than the only trident in Perturabo today, the Celestial Destiny Steel's Captain's Squire Aharin.

As he patiently followed the old man to the exit of the hangar, Iron Warrior said heartily, "I have never known so clearly what the concept of a 'decaying but struggling dying empire' is. ”

"Your eloquence has been greatly enhanced, Ahalim." "There is some truth that your genetic father chose you to travel with me. At least I found your level of socialization to be surprisingly good. ”

"You're in a bad opinion, Master." The squire replied in a tone of humility but not humility, "All things are a gift from the great Iron Lord. ”

"It's not a problem for you to say that, though," Master Kadur said as they stepped into the clean, bright, high-speed elevator and began to make their way to the Warband Leader's office after verifying their identity and permissions.

"But I personally do not think that the Lord of Iron will foretell you any court duets, sitted pas de deux, and how to dance between several baroness and noble ladies without being glared at by their husbands or suitors. So, huh? ”

The attendant, who was obviously immune to the other party's verbal attacks of this magnitude, said, "That's natural, Master Kadure. You see, because the all-knowing Lord of Iron knows everything, including all forms of art, and of course dance is among them, and for the children who are fortunate enough to inherit his genes, i.e., us, it is only a matter of time to watch the first dance to learn this popular skill among mortals. So, it is indeed a gift from the Lord of Iron. ”

"Oh? Does artistic skill also involve flirting with aristocrats and bureaucrats of all ages and opening the door to fascination? It was a surprise considering how bad his relationship with his 'brothers' had been. Apparently, a certain master has no mercy on the verbal stabbing of an overseer who has been sent by Perturabo to assist in the work of the actual "overseer", who is not commensurate with his position.

"Let me be blunt, Master." Having taken off the helmet he had just worn to avoid being ridiculed in order to meet his master, and locked it to the magnetic lock around his waist, the silver skull, or Iron Warrior veteran officer's eyes, were now glinting, with a little eagerness to soon meet the Father of Genes and do the exclusive work he loved.

Admittedly, the squire who had been ordered to dress up for this diplomatic mission was now very handsome, which is why he had been wearing a helmet when he returned: blue veins peeked out from under the pale skin of the Iron Warriors—qualities of absolute noble blood that were all the rage among the nearby Imperial nobles—and he kept his black hair to a length that could be combed into a gentleman's hairstyle, well.

Add to that your height, perfect muscles, strong power armor, a wealth of knowledge, thoughtful little details (learned from serving your fathers), and finally a pair of beautiful deep blue eyes from the father of genes on your handsome pale and tough face. OHHHH——

In short, although they originally planned to take the two-pronged route of orthodox administration and money to obtain the fastest and most food supplies, in the end, things can actually be done with half the effort...... Well.

Master Kadu's excesses just now (?) It's hard to say in language how much is ridicule and how much is emotion.

"The administrative efficiency of the Empire can be so high in this situation, even beyond my best expectations, it seems that the potential of humanity is indeed limitless."

The elaborate and sturdy huge ornate door of the Warband Commander's office appeared in front of them.

There was still a chair and a sofa behind the desk, but the attendants' longitudinal beings weren't there.

Instead, there was a man sitting at his desk, who was turning his head to look at the visitors who had entered the door.

The psionic flame on the staff in the old man's hand suddenly roared high, and the vortex of Supreme Divine energy struck against the anti-energy stance of the office with a crackling harsh sound of harmony and flashes of miniature explosions.

Ahalin drew his Thunderhammer and roared.

At the same time, the seated person also jumped up vigilantly and made a defensive gesture towards the comer.

"Why are you here?! / What's wrong with the Iron Lord?! ”

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"Oh, that's ......," said Master Kadure, or rather, some unknown hero of the Empire, straightened his robes, sat on a sofa made of terracotta steel blocks and cushions at the Antarctic Operational Base, drank a thick, sweet almond tea at just the right temperature, and finally put down his cup and sighed softly. You should have let us know in advance that you had released the main control soul and left him on board to be in charge of the reception. I almost let the Earthfire Vortex get out of my hands. ”

"Hehe......"

"Even if I don't ask why the main control soul is Roger Dorn (accented), should you explain how unexpected that wild broadcast was? We also received it, so we gathered the necessary supplies before the local security was strengthened, and then rushed back in full force ahead of schedule. - You can signal that strength that way, why didn't you tell us anything else after that? ”

"Ahem, that, I wanted to inform you in the past two days, but I didn't expect you to come back so soon." Someone glanced at the elder "Kai Duo Mo" who was there next to him, "But there are many small things that happened in the middle, and I forgot about it because it was interrupted a lot." ”

"You forgot." The wrinkles in the corners of Kadu's eyes seemed to be stretched open, and he looked at "Caedomore" again, who seemed to have no meaning to explain for the time being, "...... Well, you forgot. ”

"Ahem, don't talk about this. Check it out! ”

"What is this?" Kadur took the data board handed by the other party, and looked at the image on it and was speechless for a while.

“…… Okay, okay, it looks like I did get back in time. - Are you really going to add things to an old man that worries him? ”

Ahlin pulled up his black-gold cloak and duly added some new hot roasted pudding almond tea to everyone as he sorted out the papers.

(End of chapter)