Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Looking blankly at the broken blanket, Perturabo finally came to his senses. He couldn't control the strength of his hand at all, because he didn't know what the maximum endurance of this object was.

Novelty, ignorant novelty!

Perturabo was so excited that he touched every object in the room with his hands. Stools, tables, bed boards, walls, light bulbs, buttons. It was not enough to touch with his hands; Perturabo smelled with his nose and tasted with his tongue. He was caught up in the joy of exploration and could not extricate himself, exploring the world like a newborn baby.

The door opened again, and Lin Fan pushed a cart in. On top was a huge steak, and chopped fruits were placed in another bowl.

Two bowls of mashed potatoes and green vegetables were placed at the bottom of the cart. The cutlery was a large model specially made for Perturabo. These things were almost the same as a dagger and pitchfork.

"If you're hungry, eat something. If you really don't want to stay, there's a boat outside and everything is ready for you."

"Ha!" Perturabo jumped up. He felt that he had seen through Lin Fan's trick, "Are you trying to retreat in order to advance? Use such despicable means to make me serve you? Hahaha! Are you dreaming? !”

"...Crazy..." Lin Fan glanced at Perturabo angrily, closed the door in disgust and left.

Seeing this, Perturabo became a little confused. He maintained an awkward posture, and finally approached the dining car and carefully picked up the knife and fork with his hands.

The cold texture of metal made Perturabo feel familiar and unfamiliar. He used a knife and fork to cut the huge steak with some clumsiness. His fork was filled with a juicy piece of meat, and his eyes were staring at the beautiful juices on the meat.

What would this taste like?

Perturabo's hands were shaking a little. His hands could suppress the most violent artillery fire, but now they were shaking under an unknown piece of flesh.

In the mouth, a faint burnt aroma is first tasted by the tongue, and then the oil and water in the meat are squeezed out under the chewing of the teeth. The fragrance of the fruit covers the greasy taste well, leaving only an endless aftertaste. wonderful taste.

Perturabo ate happily. He cut the steak into three and five cuts, as professionally as dividing a war zone on a map. The mashed potatoes and diced fruits were his soldiers and supplies. Between the war zones, distribution.

This meal was eaten as if the diner was as masterful as a general.

After devouring this compound dish, Perturabo felt more satisfied and calm than ever before.

When he came to his senses, there was only a clean rice bowl in front of him, and he had already filled his stomach with food.

This is so rude, maybe he is observing me in the dark and recording these scenes that make me feel embarrassed! It must be like this, this room is full of monitors set up by him!

Haha!

Perturabo chuckled to himself. No one knew how to set up various traps and traps in a room better than him. It was like setting up clever minefields, barbed wire fences and bunkers in a war zone, only the scope was smaller. .

it's here!

Perturabo opened the table and looked for possible monitors in the gaps.

it's here!

Perturabo lay under the bed again, looking for despicable things from the darkness with war instincts. No matter what, he was very busy now.

But what Perturabo didn't expect was that Lin Fan and Odemeyer were using the oldest surveillance method. Their ears were pressed against the wall, feeling the various movements coming from the room.

"Can this stupid guy do it?" Odemeyer was tired of hearing the noise in the room, and she yawned widely.

In the past few days, she has been busy installing controllable Geller positions for various production lines and adjusting the production line blueprints. She was so busy that she didn't even have time to take a few sips of coffee.

Even though she has the strong body of a golden person, her face now looks haggard. The deep dark circles and bags under her eyes are consistent with the appearance of any overworker who stays up late.

"Hey, I know his character very well, just look at it." Lin Fan chuckled, "Perturabo has been used his whole life, being asked to do this and that, what are we? We don’t even give him a task, so we just whet his appetite here. Moreover, he is a stubborn person with a very troubled personality and is stubborn and paranoid. The more he is not allowed to do it, the more he will stop doing it. "

"What's next?"

"Next? Just leave him alone. He will convince himself. He loves to think wildly and is autistic."

"Okay then, I'll go take a nap first and ask Delia to take over my job."

Lin Fan watched Odemeyer leave with a yawn, and he also went to find Delia.

Perturabo rummaged around the room, leaving the room in disarray. He sat in the middle of the broken blanket and found that he had found nothing.

There's no surveillance at all... What on earth is he going to do?

Perturabo set his sights on the door, which looked so light and fragile. But this is most likely a scam. Once he tries to push the door, he will feel as heavy and solid as an adamantine blast door.

This is a prison, no matter how good it looks, it is tailor-made for him!

Ha ha! Let me show you how the Lord of Steel smashed this door that you thought was strong!

Perturabo glanced around and didn't find any materials that could be used for processing. These things made of wood were relatively strong, but they were far from solid.

As a last resort, Perturabo could only put his hand on the door first, exerting slight pressure to feel the weight of the door.

The door was pushed open, and Perturabo didn't even feel that he had exerted any force.

"..."

A very complicated expression was covered by Perturabo's tight lips. He lowered his head and was silent for a while, and then thought that there must be a fortress outside, a strong death fortress, used to imprison him, a dangerous traitor.

He had it all figured out.

Perturabo looked around, walking through the corridors, and then he was stopped.

"gentlemen?"

Perturabo turned around quickly and stared at the visitor with ferocious eyes. He saw four people pulling a car towards him.

These people did not have weapons. The person suspected to be the leader of the four said to Perturabo, "Sir, if you want to leave, you still have something to take." Standing sideways, leaving the vehicle exposed, Perturabo A simple hammer can be seen on the car.

A subtle feeling made Perturabo recognize that this was the Furnace Breaker. The four people pushed the car in front of him, bowed to him and left. Perturabo thoughtfully picked up the hammer from the car.

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