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264. Nobles and Priests (3, 3k)

"No...Marshal Galakhov, let my people do this for me."

Lorgar Aurelion shook his head helplessly: "The appearance of the Custodians will make it impossible for them to remain calm during the conversation... Some of them obviously know of your existence."

The Marshal of the Custodian Army frowned: "Do you really think that the excitement during their conversation is only the reason of the Custodians? They are talking to you, Lorgar Aurelion. They are talking to the Emperor's son, so they That's why it's so exciting."

"You should understand what your existence means, Lorgar Aurelion."

yes i understand.

The Golden Word Messenger was silent for a few seconds. These few seconds were enough for the brains of the Primarchs to think about many things.

Of course he understands what his existence means to mortals, but because of this, he is even more unwilling to entrust this matter to others. Since the last communication with that god, he has been trying to find ways to collect information about her through other means. And gathering refugees along the way has become a good way.

Their voyage lasted for a long time, and the god seemed to have a tacit understanding with them. Some planets that had been polluted by the invasion of Chaos would be completely destroyed, and the refugees on them would be wrapped in flames, supporting them until arrival. They closely followed her footprints in the universe, like pilgrims seeking miracles.

This metaphor made Lorgar smile bitterly: "Anyway, I still need to do this myself, Marshal Galakhov."

"I have no objection to this." The Marshal of the Imperial Army replied stiffly. "Let your men bring them - though I doubt that these men from the Far Lands really realize the difference between the Custodians and the Astartes."

He left, and Lorgar sighed. Five minutes later, the door of the reception room was knocked again.

Two Jinyan envoys walked into the room and opened the door completely. Lorgar adjusted his sitting posture so that he would not look too serious. He set his eyes on the two mortals who walked in, and the information about them immediately emerged in his mind.

He stood up, showing a smile that was kind enough but not too majestic: "Nice to meet you, Ernesto Tallinn, Pastor Asazar."

The young nobleman was almost speechless, and Lorgar was shining in his eyes - and this is not a metaphor, that's where Aurelion's name came from. His skin does shimmer with gold.

The great shock brought by meeting the Primarch with his own eyes made him immediately speechless, and the priest was the same, but compared to the total shock of his companions, he still had a little bit of disbelief.

Lorgar noticed this and kindly gave them a little time to recover. At the same time, the gradually changing look on the priest's face made him frown.

what happened?

He saw that the priest's expression was gradually changing into a dazed expression, which was not the expression one should have after seeing a Primarch.

Lorgar has dealt with many mortals. He has seen those who are flattered or even indifferent, but he has never seen this kind of one—the expression of the state priest named Azazar is telling him something.

The priest thought he knew him, knew Lorgar Aurelion.

So, who is more trustworthy, the memory of a mortal or that of a Primarch? The answer is without a doubt. Lorgar knew that this was definitely their first meeting. That being the case, why did Asazar show this appearance?

He opened his mouth, and before he could say anything, he saw a prismatic object falling out of the sleeve of the pastor's right hand. It has a color that has been burned by flames, and has many intricate small characters on the surface,

Lorgar could clearly see that they were slowly wriggling and glowing on the surface.

Hair golden light.

The child hole of the Jinyan envoy shrank suddenly.

"Stop there!" he snapped at Asazar, who was about to stoop to pick it up, and waved all the Astartes to back off.

His legion dutifully carried out his orders, and Lorgar Aurelion rose from his chair and hurried to the priest. The young noble watched all this in shock, not even knowing what to do.

Lorgar bent down and picked up the prismatic object himself. At this moment, a feeling like an electric shock made all the muscles in his body tense. But he concealed it so well that no one could see it.

"What is this?" He lifted it up sternly and placed it in front of the pastor. "Tell me, Pastor Azazar."

The pastor's lips moved a few times, but he didn't speak.

"My lord?" The nobleman tremblingly spat out broken sentences beside him. "what happened?"

"It's all right, Tallinn of the Ernesto family."

Lorgar replied solemnly. "I should have introduced myself to you, and in fact, this conversation should have begun, but there is clearly something secret about this pastor who is traveling with you. You are willing to withdraw for a while and let me have a private conversation with him first. talk?"

"Here, I—" the nobleman looked at the priest worriedly, and the latter took a deep breath and nodded to him.

"—I have no problem, my lord." Ernesto Tallinn reluctantly replied, the excitement of standing beside the Primarch made him almost unable to stand, but he still walked out of the reception room with his own willpower.