Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 315 Museum Daily Update Chapter 163 · Interlude · The Iron Blood at this time

"so."

Kadu'er - the old man named Malcador put a cup of tea with a faint fragrance of daffodils back on the table - this way of drinking tea was told to him by Lamizane, who also learned from the original body studio He dug out some clay and made a tea set for him. Now the former Imperial Regent is very accustomed to this way of drinking.

"What you are worried about now is not whether your body will die."

"Of course not." The black and white dog across from him said coldly through his external mechanical sounding device. At the same time, he raised his head slightly and motioned for his attendant to come over and wipe the water on his hairy lips and long beard. "Even if it's just the body and beacon, the composition of the original body itself makes us not very fragile in this state of preservation."

Aharin, the primarch attendant of the Fourth Legion, appeared quietly, and then disappeared quietly carrying the water bowl of their genetic father. Before leaving, he thoughtfully changed the water bowl for Lord Angron Petra who was watching. Had hot tea once.

The human body of the black and white dog - the body of the Fourth Primarch that was once inhabited by Mr. Lamizane Carosini, is wearing the LOGOS of the Fourth Primarch's iconic armor of origin, but it was replaced by It became a peaceful position of lying on its side with its head propped up, lying quietly with eyes closed in the stasis field behind Perturabo BC.

"Then why are you rushing to do so many things at the same time in his absence - Carrick's global population and species genetic mapping, the legend of the Pearl Moon and the comparison of topographic and geological surveys, Bella Kahn's data A research and development project on improved generators, weapons and new fire control systems, the opening of a new free trade route from the world we control to the center of the sector and the Kronos expansion, and a new store to be opened in the port of departure... these are not It's something that can be accomplished overnight, even if you are Perturabo and I am Malcador. Establishing any new colony has always been a very, very difficult move, otherwise the empire would not have set up such a plan for the rogue traders and colonial fleets. Huge bounty reward.”

Bian Mu looked sideways at the old man.

"I don't believe you can't guess that you have stayed in that library for so long and haven't read anything at all."

"I don't dare compare him to you. I knew it when I noticed him." Macado's expression did not waver at all, "Although I didn't really like children like you from the beginning, in the end I actually It was you who brought him here, I admit I was surprised that someone could actually do this, let alone you.”

The dog sneered, showing one of its canines, shaking its ears, and its plump black and white tail slapped the seat.

"Really, you arrogant guy, you have never really looked up to anyone, not even him and his children, right? Even if you sit on the throne for him, the hero Malcador is really you If you want anything, you won't be in the Ironblood library. Let me remind you, Malcador, if you are really the person they wrote for you after your death. , you should not appear here with me, but under His throne.”

"This does not affect me from doing what I should do, and I still regard Him as my friend." The former Imperial Regent picked up the tea cup and took a sip of the fragrant tea without changing his expression. "And, you see, so I admit I have no idea, could you possibly satisfy the modest curiosity of a dying old man?"

"The next time Dorn wants to build a defensive wall, I will recommend that he use Abaddon's skin and try your face."

"Dorn is much more likable than you are. - But I can take that back if you can keep your black and white plush body."

"Hmph!! You just want to find a reason to touch my hair!"

Angron, who had been listening to this for a long time, finally couldn't help but interject a few words.

"I would be very grateful if the two of you could stop learning from Ada's bad habit of playing riddles like the alien, Master. Brother. So what are you worried about when you suddenly press the schedule so tight? Although Iron Heart has more abilities than ordinary combatants, regiment-sized reserves, but we also have many other things to do, including the construction of new defense facilities, the resettlement of refugee fleets, sorting out... For a specific industrial plan on a cosmic scale, the number of Astartes will always be small. Due to demand, a certain amount of training is inevitably required to serve as a mortal. You are indeed a little too hasty, and I heard that you have even started to let many Iron Ring soldiers participate in more high-degree-of-freedom and self-disciplined ground work."

"So what. My iron ring is much more reliable than most living people." The dog showed a vigilant expression and tightened his fluffy ears.

"But your brain is not in your body. Rogge is not awake all the time. Lamizane told me who the iron ring actually receives more instructions from." His brother with warm hair and skin color He pointed out unceremoniously, "Don't insist. Is there something you can't tell us? Your heir is worried about you, and so am I."

Malcador laughed, "Perturabo always does."

"Can you please be quiet for a while, Malcador." Angron frowned and turned to the old man, who picked up the tea cup and smiled and stopped talking.

"Tell me, Perturabo. Just tell me why, it won't affect anything." Taking advantage of the Border Collie's hesitation, Angron reached out his hand and quietly touched his brother's fluffy tail hair. Give me a glare, "Why is Lamizane's soul not here, but you are not affected by your 'connection'? And what are you worried about?"

"I have to think about how to answer you for the first question. I know you can tell lies in others, Angron Petra, so I don't really want to lie to you, but sometimes the true lie can be a Protect--"

Angron's face suddenly became expressionless and hard, "I suggest you save this for our father. Perturabo, don't turn yourself into someone like him."

"...Tsk. Let's talk about the last one first. What I'm worried about is not that my body will die or be eliminated. What I'm worried about is Lamizane... If he loses the reminder and stability here, he will be huge now. I can’t even imagine what kind of mess it will cause in the time and space lines caused by the tearing gap.”

"To put it simply, you are worried that when he leaves, he will suddenly add a fatal workload of lifeline data compilation to you at any time." Macado followed up at the right time.

"...I am more worried about whether the real universe and the subspace will merge after they are beyond recognition! Malcador! There are only three planets and one major port! I think you still have too little work!"

"I think it's just right, even a little too much. My reading time has recently been reduced by half an hour a day in order to handle your extra requests."

"..."

Magnar Dorn remained silent in his power armor, continuing to listen carefully to the ensuing conversation and take notes.

This should be able to be used to answer questions from new and old friends.