Warhammer 40: Mortal Gods
Chapter 1137 Retirement Life
Speaking of Cadia, Grote thought for a moment and said, "I heard that Creed didn't shout that Cadia stood firm before he died. It's unbelievable."
"Very normal." Qin Mo said calmly, "His long-cherished wish is to see the moment when the Eye of Terror is closed. When that moment comes, the fate of the Cadians will never be the same again. The era of standing firm is over, and the era of eternal fighting spirit has begun."
"Indeed." Groot recalled the battle cry shouted by the Cadians during the war against the Necrons.
It’s no longer about standing firm, but about the everlasting fighting spirit.
Neither Qin Mo nor Groot wanted to talk too much about other people in this meeting, so they stopped talking about Cardia.
Qin Mo talked about Groot himself: "I heard from Gray that you went to a boxing match without a prosthesis? After the battle for Tianwei Yi, you were almost completely prosthetic. How did you participate in a boxing match without a prosthesis?"
"It's very simple. Just replace it with a prosthetic body at the level of a normal person." Groot replied with a smile.
"That would be a kind of weakening for you. After all, your original body is far superior to that of ordinary people." Qin Mo smiled and shook his head.
Grote was not entangled: "If I don't change to a weaker body, which young man would be willing to fight with an old bastard in the boxing ring, and then be beaten to the ground by the old bastard and cry and admit defeat while holding the referee's thigh."
"Well, I guess the people who were beaten to a pulp by you would never have thought that such a fierce guy like you would actually help take care of other people's children when you have free time." Qin Mo pulled the big ears of the child in his arms.
The child didn't know who was holding him, and just thought he was a friendly younger generation of Grandpa Grote.
Then Qin Mo took out two bottles of carbonated drinks from his arms like a magic trick, one for the child and one for himself.
Grote stroked the child's head and said sadly, "The wound on my face scared the child so much that he hugged his mother's legs and cried until he couldn't stand up. I finally established a good relationship with the child. I spent about ten Talon points to buy snacks, toys and clothes for several years. Fortunately, my neighbor's parents are not the kind of people who judge people by their appearance, otherwise they would not let me get close to their children."
"You like children, so why didn't you give birth to one yourself? Or you could go to Taiwei II and artificially cultivate offspring or something." Qin Mo asked.
Groot was silent for a while before he spoke: "Genes like mine should not be passed on."
Hearing this, Qin Mo raised his head and looked at Groot.
He realized that Grote still had self-destructive tendencies.
During the Tyrone Unification War, Groot left the Royal Guard and joined the Tyrone Army, not because he was conscripted, but because he wanted to die in the war.
He was afraid that he would become a butcher like his brother, holding a clay figure called Brave Champion and slaughtering people everywhere.
He thought it was a genetic problem, as was his father, who he had witnessed biting the heads of a dozen gang members from their necks in the streets of Xiachao.
However, Qin Mo knew that it was the influence of the Blood God.
But I didn't say it directly at the time.
Qin Mo believes in honest and simple and direct communication, but that's because he thinks it's beneficial to do so.
If confessing would only make Groot aware of Khorne's existence and further influence him, then he would not say it.
When necessary, ignorance is a protection from the most horrific so-called "blessings" in the real universe and even in the warp.
Of course, Groot soon learned about his brother's affairs, but he still believed that his brother's influence by Khorne could not be unrelated to genes.
"..." Qin Mo threw away the half-drunk bottle of drink in silence.
Grote instantly stood up and caught the drink bottle that had slipped out of his hand, then drank it all in one gulp. After finishing it, he said, "What I fear most now is waste."
"Why?" Qin Mo asked.
Grote pointed at the empty beverage bottle and said, "This beverage is considered food, and the hallmark of food is that it is too cheap. A person in the slightly barren world of Tyrone can only earn one thousand Tyrone trading points a month, but these four thousand trading points are enough for him to buy enough excellent carbonated drinks for half his life, which means that the price of this food is not appropriate."
Qin Mo tilted his head to look at Groot, listening to this tough guy, who he thought of as a tough guy, talking about economics in a very literary way.
"I'm still talking about the civilians in Tyrone's barren world. A civilian's hourly wage can be used to buy food for a solar month, and if he is willing to choose chemically synthesized food, he can buy more."
"I simply cannot imagine that people in the agricultural world grow food, but they have to pay taxes on their food and sell it to agricultural companies in the galaxy at low prices. The companies then process it and turn it into an extremely cheap food product... The money earned by people who choose to engage in planting may not even offset the cost of planting."
Grote said this in a serious and solemn manner, pointing at himself: "Suppose I really took root in that barbaric world, and lived by farming every day, and eventually my labor turned into the extremely cheap food I mentioned, I might not be able to survive."
Hearing this, Qin Mo frowned and thought, then asked a question: "When you went to that wild world to explore, did you plan to cultivate the land there and grow food from sunrise to sunset?"
Grote was stunned for a moment.
"No, normal farmers should take out loans to buy agricultural machinery or adopt a systematic planting model, and then they will plant high-priced crops that must be cultivated with soil." Qin Mo gestured and said, "They will drive huge agricultural machinery like knights on the ridges of the fields. The intelligent machinery will never stop planting the vast fields counted by hectares of the farmer."
Grote was in a trance.
"If you farm like the humans before the space age, you can make some money by growing the raw materials for the medicine we use. If you grow food, it would be better to produce and sell it yourself." Qin Mo said, "Don't you even go to that wild world to open up farmland without doing any research?"
Groot was stunned for another two seconds, then slapped the back of his head and said, "I shouldn't have run to that barbaric world on a whim..."
"You've been a soldier all your life. You should be a consultant for a security company, or a test supervisor at a weapons design company...but you shouldn't do things that you don't understand and have never been involved in." Qin Mo looked helpless.
Grote had to admit that Qin Mo was right: "I was originally planning to work at my sister's bank, but the housing loan business she was in charge of went bankrupt a long time ago, and she also resigned... Forget it, I can live comfortably even if I don't work. After struggling all my life, I suddenly don't want to struggle anymore."
Qin Mo nodded in agreement, finding it difficult not to.
He felt so too.
If the old man wanted, the former field marshal could go to the Tyrone War Department as a consultant, have a fancy office, ride a hovercraft to get off work, and give orders to the younger generation in the War Department.
Grote had already figured out how he wanted to live his later years, and he stopped discussing the matter.
The aging gaze fell on Qin Mo's face.
In a trance, Groot felt that he was in the bottom nest of Talon 1, looking up in the trench at the young man who planned to lead six people to fight a desperate battle with the Genestealers.
Groot came out of his trance and began to think about his life.
Finally, he sighed to Qin Mo.
"There are two things I regret most in my life."
"First, back in the Bottom Nest, there was a prisoner named 444 who was assigned to dig trenches with a hot melt tool. I yelled at him like a cranky idiot, and then I was so embarrassed that I wanted to die after he saved my life."
Qin Mo thought of what happened at that time, smiled and shook his head, he didn't care.
"The second is that I am no longer a guard."
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