Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Aki, Harvey, Leidos, Fideo and others all looked at each other, then silently imitated the captain and began to pick up the plates of vegetables or fresh meat on the cart beside them and put them into the copper pot in front of them.

"Madam Inquisitor, please allow me to serve you."

Horatio picked up a piece of fresh meat with chopsticks with a warm face, put it in a special colander, and after the female Inquisitor nodded, he left it in her bowl.

"Hmm! It's delicious!" Thei stroked her pink cheeks, smiled with squinting eyes, and praised while tasting.

Farida, who was sitting diagonally opposite, saw it and stared at Thei in disbelief, then picked up the cup of juice, and the whole person seemed to be bubbling.

After a while, the bubbles stopped abruptly.

She wiped the corners of her mouth like a lady, smiled and said to Horatio:

"Captain, I still don't know how to use chopsticks. Can you please serve me some?"

"Of course." As they were not far away, Horatio readily accepted Farida's request.

After all, in principle, as the inspector general of the Epic, she and the captain are equal beyond their ranks.

He is responsible for external affairs, and she is responsible for internal affairs.

Therefore, although the captain's position is higher than that of the inspector general in the general concept, it does not affect the essential equality of the two.

When Horatio handed Farida a bowl full of meat slices and bean sprouts, she stared at Thei's eyes and showed an expression of [humph "I have it too"].

There is something easy to grasp about Sister Farida. As long as you can handle her problem of inequality rather than scarcity, or make her feel that she is the one who is favored, she will not make a fuss and be as obedient as a golden Persian cat.

In simple terms, be good to others and be good to her as well; but it would be better if it were better, so that she would be immersed in the sense of victory and be complacent, not making a fuss or losing her temper, and be very obedient.

At this time, Louise was fighting wits and courage with a meatball. After trying many times with an awkward chopstick holding posture, she still couldn't pick it up, and she was a little embarrassed.

"Louise, please let me do it. How about this? Or this?"

After a while, he served Louise the dishes she wanted to eat.

"Thank you-Captain." She was flattered to take the heavy bowl from Horatio, with her face flushed with sweat from the hot pot.

"Well, it's too far from the captain." Veronica bit her chopsticks, pouted, and stuck to Anya Farsha mischievously: "Little Farsha~ I don't know how to use chopsticks~ Leave a bowl for me~"

Snap!

A knife flashed by, and Fasha certainly would not indulge Veronica, who was already eating deliciously and with red oil hanging from the corners of her mouth, to come over and act like a spoiled child.

"Um~uh~~" Veronica could only curl up with tears in her eyes, put the bowl on the spherical soft table in front of her, and chew the food.

"Do it yourself, don't give me that." Anya Fasha was already able to master the chopsticks more skillfully, holding the bowl, picking up a piece of cooked meat,

closing her eyes and tasting it.

Horatio turned to the female technical priest beside him.

"Father Lati, is this banquet to your liking?"

"Ah~ah~Captain, you know that nothing is off-limits to me."

The female priest's slender hands covered with advanced bionic skin held chopsticks, and the prosthetic limbs behind her held the bowls and plates, tasting the dishes in a physical sense.

Horatio actually wanted to know whether the abdominal cavity of this mysterious, unknown, seemingly friendly mechanical priest contained an auxiliary brain, a native stomach, or an artificial stomach. He also didn't know whether she really had a sense of taste or a need to eat.

"It's amazing! Most of these are common ingredients, but there are such unique and delicious ways to eat them! "After tasting it, Harvey couldn't help but praise it.

As the son of a Star Army general, Harvey grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, but he also gave this dish a very high evaluation after seeing the world.

"It's amazing. It should be very spicy, but after being dipped in the sauce in front of it, the seasoning not only alleviates the impact of the spiciness, but also adds a rich aroma of fat. It's really a magical dish." Archie looked at the boiling pot in front of him in disbelief. Even with a thick layer of animal oil on his hands, he couldn't put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands.

And the "fat aroma" he mentioned refers to the taste of sesame paste and sesame oil.

From the initial difficulty to the rapid disappearance of the plates of meat dishes in the dining car next to him.

The officers no longer had the previous exquisiteness and decency, and they were showing off quickly. Soon the second round of dishes was pushed up.

The dishes Horatio arranged were very classic. They could not be said to be exactly the same as the hot pot dishes of the 3K era. It could only be said that at least even those things that no longer existed had corresponding substitutes.

Crystal clear sliced ​​meat rolls, chewy yellow throat, elastic meatballs, crispy and elastic tripe, everything was available.

And the clear soup pot that had been boiled with bone broth for a day and a night finally added fresh, sweet and crispy vegetables.

Thanks to the Imperial Navy's excellent cold chain storage technology, naval officers can enjoy fresh vegetables at any time. If it is on a larger warship, there will be a hydroponic farm dedicated to supplying the officers' cafeteria, which is picked and picked, absolutely fresh.

"Lord Korchagin, I hope the food tonight is to your taste."

Horatio greeted the big man in black armor at the other end of the table.

Even while dining, the Raven Guard remained on high alert. Wearing power armor, his genetically enhanced body was more than twice as tall as the officer dining next to him in a sitting position.

Brother Korchagin usually leads a simple life of asceticism. Today he came to the official hall to dine because of the captain's face. Otherwise, his usual meals would be very dull and simple.

He almost only consumes Astartes-standard special energy bars and some fruits and vegetables as nutrients to maintain normal physical consumption and energy reserves.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Captain." The monk, who was lean and tall, had amazing strength. Ordinary chopsticks could not withstand the strength of his fingertips. With the help of his servants, he cooked some high-protein food and tasted it.

"I thought, maybe you also have a normal sense of taste. I once dined and drank with the Blood Angels on the 'Blade of Vengeance',

But I've never been sure about the monks' habits. "

"Our throat glands have been modified, but the sense of taste is still there, but our perception of taste is not as sensitive as ordinary people, but I think this may also be related to the difference in genetic seeds.

I have fought alongside the Blood Angels in the Ultramarine Segmentum, and these cousins ​​are so different from us that I imagine their palates are more developed than ours. "

"I see. Since you are aboard my battleship, feel free to ask if you have any needs. We are honored to serve you."

Facing the captain's generous promise, the monk nodded slightly in silence and put his big hand on his chest in greeting.

This also reflects another characteristic of the Raven Guard from the side: they have a harmonious relationship with mortals, and do not seek to establish a superior-subordinate relationship, but instead try to integrate into the mortals.

The Raven Guard, who was about to continue eating, suddenly looked at the ceiling, and then glanced at the Roman columns to the side.

I saw the half-cat girl sneaking into the captain's hall with her head peeping out.

Brother Korchagin deeply reflected on his failure to discover this demi-human in the first place.

Perhaps honed in the lower nest for a long time, this half-cat girl does have unusual concealment skills. Even the Raven Guard didn't notice it immediately. This was no longer an ordinary innate hidden holy body.

Thei squinted at the half-cat girl who slipped behind Horatio, and smiled meaningfully.

"Boss~! What are you eating?" The half-cat girl suddenly jumped out from behind Horatio and patted him on the shoulder.

This is a very disrespectful move.

A non-staff crewman slipped into the captain's office without going through the security check. He was able to get directly close to the battleship's top officer and rudely tapped the captain on the shoulder.

According to the Imperial Navy's disciplinary laws, such behavior would be punishable by being whipped to death.

But Horatio, as the highest authority on the ship, has his own special rules and does not use military regulations to restrain the half-cat girl in etiquette.

In other words, Horatio really thought of her as a warship cat girl.

As long as Yoyo doesn't steal or rob, the officers don't need to overly restrain her with any military rules and regulations, and they even tease this cute half-cat man.

Despite this, she has also learned to stand in a military posture and salute properly by following the instructions of the sailors. Everything is going in the right direction. Horatio asked for new bowls and chopsticks from the chef, and placed them on the unoccupied table. A seat was arranged for Youyou at the end.

"Hey, hello, big guy." She wagged her fluffy tail and sat next to Brother Korchagin's seat.

This Death Watch Septon Astartes from the Raven Guard stared at the half-cat man wearing a navy sailor uniform with his eyes as dark as night, silent.

"Hello."

His face was resolute, like a little giant carved by a master. It took him a while to squeeze out these two words.

It is not surprising that the Imperial Army has demi-human auxiliary troops. Even though their number in the Astra Militarum and the Imperial Navy today is completely incomparable to that during the Great Crusade, their existence itself can be said to be very common.

How the Adepts Astartes viewed them was another matter.

Facing the talkative Youyou who had no sense of boundaries, the monk seemed a little confused about what to say.

This little incident did not interrupt the banquet.

The one who ate the most at the whole party was Veronica.

She showed off at least 15 plates of freshly cut meat by herself.

Although Horatio kindly advised her not to eat too much meat cooked in the spicy pot at one time and to eat more vegetables in the stock pot, she still continued to order 5 plates of meat and put them in the spicy pot.

In this regard, Horatio can only say that although hot pot is good, don't be greedy for too much.

That night, in the captain's bedroom.

"Haha~little captain, that's great~!"

"Continue~"

In the midst of a passionate fight, a high-pitched female voice surrounded the entire room, making the bed creak.

The hot and unrestrained black-skinned female pilot kneeled on the captain's bed, tied up her sexy and unrestrained wavy hair with her hands and spread it back.

But across the wall, Veronica felt a burning pain in her back all night because she ate too much spicy hot pot food, and it seemed to be swollen.

His stomach rumbled, and he collapsed in the toilet, leaving the captain Anya Fasha to herself all night.

"Why is the hot pot so spicy at the end? I would have known better not to eat so much. Ming Ming!"

The girl with short blond hair was sitting on the gold-plated toilet, crying without tears, holding her slightly voluptuous belly, which kept twitching uncomfortably.

She spent the next few days with stomach medicine. Even when she was on duty, she spent one-third of her time in the chemical toilet in the middle of the Fury interceptor.

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