The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Dresser..."

Hearing Veletz mention this, Soshyan was taken aback for a moment, and then nodded. Although Veronica hardly needs to make up specially, and her psychic power can achieve the effect of the best makeup artist, but there are indeed some people in his room. A spare dresser that Veronica installed herself.

As for whether this will reveal anything, judging by Weiletz's attitude today, she should already know about it, and she has nothing to hide.

"Mind if I use it for a while?"

"It's okay, but I was a little surprised, I thought the nun..."

Willets frowned.

"Do you think that nuns are disheveled every day? Even before the battle, we will maintain the most perfect appearance to meet the fate bestowed on us by the emperor, not to mention the daily non-combat. Scars are a kind of glory, but it does not mean It has to be ugly."

Suoshyan smiled awkwardly, he didn't expect his casual words to cause such a big reaction from Viletz.

Sure enough, he still didn't quite understand the thinking of these women.

"Just wait for a while."

Veletz then walked to the direction Soshyan pointed, and after pressing a hidden button, a small dressing table protruded from the wall. Veletz sat on the stool, picked up a comb, and began to comb his hair.

Suddenly, Viletz said something.

"Does she share a room with you every day?"

Soshyan, who looked at the data board, thought for a moment and replied:

"While working..."

"I said, during the break."

"I don't have that much time to rest..."

"I see."

Afterwards, Weiletz didn't speak any more, just doing things by himself.

after an hour......

"Soshyan?"

"ah?"

Soshyan, who was leaning on the chair and looking at the data board, was a little drowsy when he heard Veletz's voice, and immediately shuddered, then turned around, and found that the other party had his hands behind his back, bent slightly, and was smiling looking at myself.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay..."

Soshyan blinked. For some reason, he felt that Veletz hadn't changed much.

What has she been doing for an hour?

But he wisely didn't say it.

"Soshyan, I'm going to get the data of the third dispatch center and check the personnel rotation data of the second dispatch station this week. Do you have a meeting to arrange?"

After returning to the office, Weiletz quickly entered the working state, and the two data boards worked at the same time.

"Well, I have a meeting with the head of the Angstrom Skitarii in five hours, and the location is arranged in the main conference room No. 3 of the Eternal Loyalty. In eight hours, I will find time to meet with the Shipping ships in the galaxy represent..."

With that said, Soshyan picked up the data pad, glanced at it, and handed it to Viletz.

"...In addition, the galaxy is currently in a state of blockade. Although there is no problem with supplies for the time being, we still need to be prepared. The daily distribution of all non-combatants has changed from normal to wartime."

"Okay, I'll arrange it now."

"In addition, I trouble you to contact the battle damage statistics center in Angstrom, mainly to transfer the data of those middle and low-level command priests and military priests who are outstanding in combat to my command center."

"Okay... By the way, I found something interesting recently."

As he spoke, Veletz picked up a white pancake-shaped thing from the shelf beside him, and Soshyan was taken aback.

"What is this?"

"It was brought from outside by the last batch of merchant ships. It seems to be called...compressed towels?"

Viletz found a cup, put it in it, added some water, and when she took it out, it turned into a towel.

Soshyan blinked.

"Then what?"

"It looks very ordinary, but some sisters accidentally discovered that it has a strong filtering and sterilization effect, and even some subspace pollution can be eliminated, and it can be turned into a very useful medical bandage with just a little water. "

Soshyan stared, then took his hand, looked at it carefully, and smelled it again.

"It looks very ordinary, why does it have this effect?"

"I don't know, the businessman couldn't tell the origin, he just said that he bought it from a retailer, and that retailer's goods were also bought from other places, but I don't think it's like human technology... .. Soshyan, have you heard of the Shortman, a non-human race that is said to be active near the center of the galaxy."

Soshyan thought for a while, and then only found some small pieces of information.

"Kind of impression, but it seems like they... don't have much activity records, you mean?"

"After testing, this thing does not have any spiritual components, but it contains some unique nanomaterials. I suspect that this may be a technological product of short people. It is rumored that there are often short people walking around in the maelstrom."

Soshyan looked at the towel in his hand, pondered for a moment, and then said:

"If the effect of this thing is as you said, it can indeed save the lives of many soldiers... But is there any problem with their technology? The point is whether it will cause criticism or belief issues, especially that of the Mechanic Cult. side."

"It's hard for me to say. The Sisters have almost no record of contacting or fighting with short people, but I have heard rumors that some foundry worlds seem to have business dealings with short people. At least as far as I know, the technology of short people should not be It is mixed with psionic energy, so there is not a big gap with human products, you may ask some professionals on the Mechanicus."

"Well, I will talk to the sages of Angstrom at the meeting later. They should have some contact with the short people in the maelstrom, and they can even try to connect with the short people group through them."

Veletz looked at Soshyan, blinked with a smile on his face, and suddenly joked in a rare way:

"I was quite surprised. I thought that you, as an Astarte, would destroy and expel the short people after learning about them. I didn't expect that your plan was to contact them."

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"Uh... Sometimes we have to be more pragmatic in order to win. The merchants also arrange people to trace the source. If it is really a short person, even if it is an alien, as long as it is beneficial to the empire, it does not matter to cooperate temporarily. If it is a merchant , it’s nothing more than a matter of money.”

Halfway through the speech, Soshyan looked at Veletz and suddenly remembered the identity of the other big nun.

The Sisters are notoriously xenophobic.

He found that Soshyan was looking at him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Weiletz smiled and stopped what he was doing.

"As you said, pragmatism, if I can make my sister less hurt, I won't be so pedantic, and whether short people are aliens or demihumans, at least there is no public opinion in the empire, even if the star knights often appear strange I didn’t say anything about the strange faces, such as the weird company commander who likes to use chainsaws and halberds and always makes weird laughs, so don’t worry.”

It turned out that Veletz had been paying attention to the situation of the battle group. Suoshyan thought that the other party didn't know, but when he realized that he seemed a little arrogant, his expression suddenly became a little embarrassed.

Weiletz reached out and pressed the back of his hand.

"I believe with all my heart that you must be loyal. All means are for the noblest goal. You are her messenger, and she is watching you."

she-

Thinking of Huozhe's half-smile mask, Suoshyan's expression became even more awkward, and he could only squeeze out an insincere smile and nodded.

"Ah, that would be... an honor."