The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Standard terra calendar, 41

Armageddon planet, main continent, equatorial jungle

The jungle of Armageddon is always so humid and sultry, thick blue-gray clouds of smoke lazily coiling around the low rafters of the tavern, whirled out by the boys sitting on the benches in the main hall.

"Big Belly King" Rozim was pushing another small bucket of mushroom spirits out of the kitchen.

It was less than noon, but the customers in this small shop had already killed four barrels of mushroom wine. A group of thirsty gunboys tapped the glasses neatly, howling with incomplete music.

There is a long story to tell about how Rozim, a chef of the Astarte battle group, became a famous chef in Armageddon Greenskin.

To put it simply, he was satisfied with the bone-crushers he served, and even the bosses wanted to enjoy a meal he cooked.

After the bonecrusher left the camp, Rozim did not leave, but instead used his established reputation to build a small restaurant in the camp with the largest green skin.

Big belly tavern is the name of this shop.

Because the greedy butts often come to steal and are often driven by the boss's merciless beating, Rozim has been called the "big belly king".

He himself didn't think there was anything.

Because these days he has made a lot of money, come to him to consume, in addition to collecting teeth, the valuables and gold and silver jewelry from the human side are also collected.

This is a good thing for the green-skinned boys, because they really don't have as many trophies on hand. The yellow and white things of human beings are garbage in their hands. They can make a good meal with garbage, which is simply charity.

Rozim, naturally he won.

"Let let let let, lift your foot, let let go."

Behind Rozim, the new waiter at the Big Belly Pub, Karen, who was once a craftsman, whispered and walked over, holding a plate of steaming barbecue almost the same size as him.

Putting down the plate, he saw a kid standing at the far end of the pub looking around carrying an empty wine glass, so he hurriedly wiped his hands on his apron and ran to the reception.

"So what's the point, boss?"

Karen spoke up and took the empty glass from his hand.

"Yeah, so I want to wait for someone to come...who do you have?"

The guy drew his cup back angrily, and said angrily:

"It's really disappointing to see a blue-faced ghost mechanic."

At this time, Rozim appeared at the table in time, drove off Cullen with a rag, and then turned to the guests with a large glass of tempting mushroom wine.

"Come on!"

But Karen went back to the barrel griefly, pulled out a small hammer from his pocket, placed a three-finger-wide wooden faucet above the lower hoop and tapped it quickly with the hammer until it was smoothly submerged into the barrel.

Then he put the swill bucket underneath, and poured out half a pint of the wine from the top to prevent any crumbs from being mixed in.

After that he continued his work, walking around the bench, picking up empty plates and discarded bones, while wiping the table with a rag.

But in the process, he sighed unknownly.

No kid was willing to look at him straight, even publicly resisting when he was about to approach.

Thinking of this he sighed again, and then returned to the bar.

With another sharp whistle, it was the sound of a combat truck braking, and it was also a signal for the boys who had gone to the front line to return. As soon as the boys in the room had their front feet out, a group of new boys swarmed in, shouting for wine. And food.

So a whole afternoon passed.

In the past year, such days have not changed in the slightest.

No matter how hard Karen works, no matter how courteous he is, he is a clown.

He was originally a mechanic, had his own workshop, and did his best to build an ancient giant. In order to make that thing, he even went to steal it. Many bosses had been stolen by him, so his reputation became very stinky.

But he didn't care at that time, as long as Gu Juji was done, there was nothing to care about.

But the night before he finished his great masterpiece, he was drunk, and then his deputy stole his work and claimed that it was his thing.

After Karen woke up, he flew into a rage, trying to regain his belongings, but how did he fight against a war machine?

Not to mention, his assistant immediately took refuge in a war leader after stealing Ku Juji, and Karen became a thief that everyone was calling for. How ironic?

If Rozim hadn't seen him accept him without wages, he would have been beaten to death outside-in the best case, he would have been expelled from this paradise, destined to be exiled in a foreign land until he died.

But he also lost everything a mechanic should have, including his dignity.

Fortunately, when washing dishes in the kitchen behind the tavern, at least he is still safe.

It's just that whenever he thinks back to making a war machine by himself, no matter how hard it is, it is better than his half-hearted life here.

Here, even if he is not the green-skinned Rozim, he rarely talks to Karen, and he is still Karen's closest friend here.

In fact, Rozim stayed in his tavern purely because he could not find a second kid who would condescend to work in such an old and run-down tavern—who wants to endure that day after day, year after year How long did the young and the mad and crazy **** guys nagging?

He had no choice but Karen.

So, this may be his life-as Karen thought.

In his life dealing with farts, oil stains, and pots and pans, if he is lucky, he may have a chance to make a comeback in a long time.

It's just that in the dead of night, humiliation and despair always haunt him, and he always wants to get rid of this place-this prison woven by disdain and curse.

After that, one day, Karen prepared to go back to his den as usual to rest-it was originally a bouncing den, a suggested den made of dirty rags and large leaves, but he doesn't care now. That's too much.

Unexpectedly, Rozim stopped him suddenly.

"Man, let's talk."

In the deserted tavern, Rozim leaned against the bar, with a soil curl in his mouth, and the smoke covered his face.

Although his face is still painted green, some green skins already know that he is human, but the big guys don't care that much.

In addition to being backed by warlords, Rozim's key is that he can also fight very well. The dozen huge fangs hanging on the wall behind the bar come from a dozen powerful bosses.

"boss......"

Karen was a little nervous, and carefully rubbed the tablecloth around his neck with his hands. He didn't know if he did something wrong. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

If he was driven away, he would really lose his last shelter.

"Don't be nervous, come."

Rozim poured two glasses of wine and handed one of them to Karen.

The former mechanic hesitated for a while, but still caught the cup.

"Oh, this place is not bad, as I said."

Rozim took a swig and then let out a breath.

"I'm not going around, Karen, you know what I am."

Karen nodded.

Rozim looked at him, smiled, and the flesh on his face trembled.

"I didn't say anything about the other guys. I'll tell you about this. I'm leaving."

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