The emperor did not answer, but simply poured himself a glass from the vat full of wine. This honey wine has a choking smoke, and it is also unique among the many elixirs he has drunk. He drank it all in one gulp, and his movements were very elegant, very different from Ruth, who still had wine dripping from his chin.

"Does it taste good? This is the treasure of my dead adoptive father, brewed on the day he killed my original mother. The honey of that year was particularly good, and the cubs born to the girls also lived a lot...... Always, it's a good day. ”

"Your mother." The emperor said, in a fully stated tone.

"Ah, when she adopted me, she was a young and vigorous she-wolf, but old age poisoned her. That's why, she's caught in human hunting nets. But she was so fierce that the hunters did not dare to approach her as she struggled, and could only pierce her with spears. I saw her blood splattered on the snow and a steaming white mist rising. Ruth smiled with a look of remembrance.

"And then?" The Emperor asked like a qualified listener.

"Ah, and then the king, whom I had torn several times, tried to speak to me, and at that moment, I realized that I could do more than howl. So I put down my hand and followed them back to the warm hall, where I slept on a soft bed for the first time in my life. I learned that the king who hunted our people was called Tengir, and they gave me a name, Rieman, Rieman of the Ruth. After Tengier returned to the Nether, I assumed the throne as a matter of course. Riemann drank the remnants of the glass and licked the remnants with his tongue.

"How do you feel about that?"

"I thought you knew everything." Ruth laughed and pointed to the sky, "Transform into a white-bearded old man, holding the sun and looking at me or something......"

"Every star you see is a world, and they are just a drop in the ocean of the land where we live." The Emperor said quietly, "If there really is any omniscient and omnipotent being, it must be the most cruel punishment." ”

Ruth stuck out his tongue, kind of in approval of the answer. "Frankly, I'm glad she died. She died heroically in battle, not cursed by age, and became a pathetic old wolf who couldn't bite her prey. The Fenris do not hate wolves, just as wolves do not hate them, they are good opponents and appreciate each other's intelligence. And whether it is a wolf or a man, when they can avoid fighting, they will not miss a fire. Fenris was too cold. ”

"Then go back to your original question." Like Ruth's clear, ice-blue eyes, the Emperor's eyes were never drunk. "Is it this identity shift between wolves and humans that has caused you to have some kind of identity crisis, so you call yourself a monster? I'm afraid that your people will not agree with this sentence. ”

Riemann glanced at him and burst out laughing. The unknown warriors looked at him, thinking that the leader and his father were having a good conversation.

He laughed several times before stopping. "Those who are different from ordinary people are called heroes, and those who are too different are called monsters. Hasn't it always been that way? Let me tell you. "Legend has it that there is a king of fairies in the Nether, and his feasts smell of human flesh. And in Fenris, another meat has the same taste. That's why I never eat wolves, and the Fenris don't like this kind of meat. ”

Ruth looked at his father with an inexplicable look. "When knowledge is forgotten, we record them with legends and taboos. Isn't it? ”

"Oh, that's an interesting statement. You're sharp, Riemann. The emperor put down his glass, "In our business, perceptiveness is a virtue. ”

"You call me Riemann?" Ruth furrowed his eyebrows.

"I don't want to call you Rieman Ruth, that's a little rusty." The Emperor replied calmly, "I want to be closer to my children." ”

Riemann stretched out his fingers and rubbed them under his nose, staring at the human lord with a wary gaze. "I mean...... That's what you call me? A name given to me by a clan leader on hockey? Didn't you name me? A more golden one, the one with the deeds of your ancestors? ”

"Oh, no." The Emperor replied calmly, "I was too hasty to lose you, and I didn't even have time to give you all a resounding name. A respectable man once told me that a name should be as tailored as a dress. And I see that your people love you so much, and that they are all willing to shed their blood for you, and that your men have already hinted there that his eldest son is like you for the third time—"

Riemann coughed vigorously and touched his nose in embarrassment. "Damn, I want to tell Blackmane that I've never had anything to do with his wife......"

"I'm afraid it will break his heart."

"At least he won't let me name his son with a smirk on his face!"

The Emperor laughed again, and in Riemann's eyes, it was not a laugh of amusement, but a kind of tolerance and encouragement from adults for the child's tricks. He didn't hate the smile, but he didn't like it either. "But what about you, do you think the name is better?"

The emperor restrained his smile: "You have already chosen this name, I can't replace it at will." ”

"What about you?" Ruth insisted on asking again, "At Fenris, names reflect essence, so you should be cautious. Giving me the name Riemann made the hair and beard of the great shaman of the Ruth tribe turn white. So, do you want me to be Riemann Ruth, you brute brute? Don't you have any other names to choose from? "Don't you want me to be something else?

The Emperor stared at him quietly, his golden eyes more difficult to look at than the sun. Ruth's eyes were on the verge of burning and weeping when his father finally spoke.

"It doesn't matter if there was one or not. You are my son and Rieman Ruth of Fenris, and you are my wolf and hunter. This has been true in the past, and it will be true in the future. “

The voice of the Lord of Humanity grew louder and louder until it echoed throughout the hall. The hustle and bustle of the banquet stopped sometime, and everyone listened attentively to the man's voice. Ruth's bodyguards knelt down first, followed by the members who were half a beat slow to react. Blackmane raised his head and let out some kind of wild call.

The howl pierced through the banquet hall and the blizzard outside, reaching the ears of every Ruth. This is how Fenris's hunters deliver messages on cold winter nights. Like many other traditions, this custom has its roots in wolves. On this hellish star, man and wolf warm themselves with each other's blood, but they are so close that they seem to be close to each other. The young and reckless boy never thought about such a thing, and the shaman never said it.

Ruth knew that there was joy in this howl, and it carried good tidings to everyone's ears. The people rejoiced that he was recognized by his father, and thought that they too would join the Son of God in the fight for the whole father until the end of the world. But Ruth was very, very intelligent, he was as cunning as a wolf, so he had to see what was behind that promise.

His powerful father put a new saddle on his back. From now on, he will be bound to the image of this wolf forever. He will hunt down eternally and savagely, tearing at the beasts that covet his wolves, and he will taste the taste of blood and fresh meat. He will never be ashamed or good, but only barbaric customs and a few remnants of nobility therein. In the end, he will lose the right to grieve for who he has become. Because the beast never cares what it is.

I can be a person, father. Even if it's a hypocritical and oily-faced fool. He thought.

But his biological father looked at him and urged silently. The emperor's eyes were written with understanding, and he understood everything, but it was just ......

Interstellar wars don't need people, but they lack a wolf with sharp fangs.

He stepped out of his place, knelt down, and twisted his head to the side to expose his fragile neck to the emperor. This is the etiquette of the wolf's submission to the leader, and it is also the posture that the Fenris have used for generations.

"Father, Riemann of the Ruth clan is willing to join your hunting herd and become your hound, fighting for you until the end of all things."

"Get up, my son."

The emperor also stood up and held out a hand to him. With the strength of this hand, Ruth easily stood up and looked at his people.

He paused, then roared, "Well, you idiots are lucky enough to go to the upper realm to fight, fill yourself up!" You lucky ones who don't live to die of old age! ”

The people responded to their king with laughter and toasts.

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Thus, in the year 29819 of Terra, the Lord of the Sixth Legion, Riemann Ruth, returned to the Emperor's arms along with Fenris.

Praise to the great cause of mankind, and their leader, the Emperor of mankind.

The light always shines on our people.

—————— "History of Terra"

The Sixth Legion became the second group of fathered sons, a glory that was once reserved for the proud Shadowmoon Wolves. While they were rejoicing, the Seventeenth Legion, which was supposed to congratulate and rejoice only at the supreme joy of their cousins, encountered a different scene......

——— Euphrates Chess Manuscript