Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 335 324. Hey!

Neither of them used words to convince the other. Vulkan was far more stubborn than expected, which might be a good thing, meaning that he would not be easily shaken, even if the price would be the blood of more descendants.

But during the conversation, Finus gradually realized that Mortarion was not really trying to persuade Vulkan, but rather judging him by Vulkan's words and deeds.

Why... was he so cautious about the Brotherhood? Unless...

The deepest fear emerged from Finus's logic. He didn't want this to be true. He would rather hope that the truth of the matter was that Mortarion himself was a madman.

But is this possible?

Not long after they left the Fireforge, the Lord of Medusa received an invitation from the Lord of Death, and the conversation between them was far from over.

Unlike Mortarion, who would never board other legion ships unless necessary, Finus didn't experience so much, so he went happily.

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[Endurance]

The Lord of Death sat comfortably in his own chair. He obviously looked more relaxed than on the Fireforge. On the other side, the Lord of Medusa did not look so comfortable.

Just as Vulcan liked to decorate the Fireforge with high temperature and fire, Mortarion liked to cover his room with light and warm poisonous gas. He even took off his breathing mask - only then did Finus realize that it was not a gas mask, but a gas mask.

Perhaps Mortarion is a lunatic.

[Welcome, my brother. ]

Mortarion spoke casually. He raised his hand and signaled the servitor to pour wine for the two primarchs. The slightly turbid wine in the relatively simple red copper wine cup reflected the poverty and dimness in the room.

Finus slowly turned his gaze to Mortarion.

[Please forgive me. Compared with those legions who care about life, the Death Guard does not care too much about things other than war. 】

Mortarion took another small pot of wine from the tray held by the servitor without caring, and then added a little more to his cup. Finus clearly saw that the pot was poured out with a pure black and smelly liquid, and some unknown black dregs were mixed in.

Now Finus ranked Mortarion as the first of the weirdest primarchs, and he decided to lower Mortarion's credibility by one level.

Realizing that Finus had been staring at him, Mortarion spoke, although his eyes were still on the wine,

[This is my...some personal hobby, slightly poisonous. 】

Poisonous wine can make him speak better, the spicy and corrosive liquid will sting his esophagus and make his stomach cramp, which will remind Mortarion of his years in Barbarus, which will make him realize that he is enduring difficulties all the time, and survives from them, becoming more resilient.

His mood will get better because of this.

For people who rely on pain to survive, getting better is not a good thing, so Mortarion rarely drinks. He usually drinks when he swears an oath with the warriors to make himself remember that moment better.

This is the second time he drinks with his "brother". The first time was with Horus, but that was just bland water for Mortarion.

He wants to try again to see if there is any new possibility for him.

Fernus looked at him doubtfully, but Mortarion ignored him. He took a sip and felt the oral mucosal cells explode in the venom, which was like swallowing a dense needle.

[All freaks. ]

Mortarion shook the wine glass in his hand slowly and said,

[I thought I had adapted to this "family", this corner full of tyrants, murderers, and megalomaniacs, but I found that I was wrong. Vulcan's existence shocked me. ]

Fernus carefully raised the wine glass in his hand. He carefully looked at the turbid wine and then took a sip.

Unexpectedly, instead of the rough taste, Finus's senses were covered by an inexplicable spicy pain - this cup of wine is definitely poisonous.

And Mortarion has been watching Finus's movements.

[You are not bad. ]

Finus made a fair and objective judgment.

Mortarion laughed,

[At least my hands are not made of iron. ]

He said, and took another big sip.

Previous contacts have long made Finus accustomed to Mortarion's occasional sarcasm. Finus moved his hands, and the luster of the metal in the dim reception room of the Death Guard also became dim.

Finus carefully chose his words. He recalled the previous conversation, and Mortarion's words and deeds gradually became a clear line -

[I think... I am the first one you met? ]

Mortarion paused, and then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth,

[The first one who can communicate rationally. ]

Finus spoke in a hoarse voice,

[Then I think your last experience may not be so wonderful. 】

Motarion's smile deepened, but it was mixed with a hint of pain.

[You guessed right, so I don't expect too many normal people to appear in this "family". 】

Finus took another sip of the wine. After the spicy first sip, he began to adapt to this turbid liquid. The stimulation brought by the toxin faded, and he even began to feel that it was bland.

After all, he survived on Medusa by eating rotten corpses and rusty metal screws. At least this glass of wine was made from plants and protein.

[But you yourself do not have the conditions to make me trust you, Mortarion. 】

Mortarion didn't care at all about Feinus's accusations. He spoke casually,

[This conversation is your opportunity, not mine, my brother, haven't you realized this yet? Do not challenge my remaining kindness, Faenus. 】

[I always thought that among the three of us, only Vulkan had good intentions. 】

Faenus spoke,

[What do you want, or in other words, Mortarion, what should I give in exchange for your "goodwill"? 】

He watched as Mortarion muttered quietly, and then the Lord of Death raised his hand to drink. When he put down the glass again, there was only black dregs left in it.

[You have to prove your worth first, Faenus - stop hanging around, and if you still think I'm fooling you, you can leave the Endurance at any time. 】

Mortarion said slightly annoyed, is this because he is drunk?

Feinus said nothing. He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and then looked at the small hip flask.

[But I have to point out that your hospitality is not very good, Mortarion, don’t you give good wine to your guests? 】

In a rare moment, Mortarion froze, then he laughed, picked up the jug and poured wine for Faenus, and also filled it for himself - this time he did not mix it with water.

【My fault,】

Mortarion's eyes were lined and he was smiling.

[I suggest you only drink a little for the first time, don't swallow it first. This is my special brew. It is exciting enough for the original body. 】

Phaenus raised his cup,

[You underestimate me. Maybe you don’t know the living environment of Medusa. Only brave men who can swallow steel nails can survive in that scorched earth. 】

Then he drinks -

Feinus almost spat out, and his mouth was bleeding. He could feel the sweetness mixed with the bitter liquid, which was neither fish nor fowl, but soon he couldn't feel it anymore because of the layer of flesh on his tongue. Already melted into the wine.

【Well. 】

Mortarion watched Feinus' performance happily. He silently counted the seconds in his mind, one second, two seconds... At the fifth second, Feinus finally swallowed it.

Faenus's own resistance to poison was indeed good. Mortarion took a long sip silently. He might try cyanide next time.

Faenus looked at Mortarion in disbelief.

【Do you usually drink this? This is also... so exciting. 】

[Now you realize my perfect hospitality, Faenus. 】

Fernus looked away and smacked his mouth, as if he was recalling the feeling just now. Then he carefully raised the glass and smelled it, then took a small, small sip.

[It seems I misunderstood you earlier,]

Feinus listened to the scream of his esophagus. He felt that his stomach was perforated, and the cold liquid was squeezing down the abdominal cavity and onto the intestines. This was painful, but it was nothing to them.

Feinus took another sip,

[So, Mortarion, there’s more than one, right? If you're so cautious, then... it's not just... Fulgrim? 】

The pain in his gut did a good job of suppressing the pain in his soul, and the image of his best friend blurred in the pain made the words easy.

Mortarion ignored him and poured himself a third cup.

【continue. 】

Mortarion said.

Faenus gritted his teeth, his gums bleeding.

[Does he know about this? Have you talked to him? 】

Mortarion glanced at him,

[I remember I said at the beginning that this "family" is full of freaks. How do you think the "father" of such a "family" can be any better? 】

【but,】

Mortarion leaned against the back of the sofa. He seemed to hate his own words, and the words vomited out of his mouth like slugs.

[He is trustworthy, and we can only trust him. There is no other way - most people are not trustworthy. 】

【……Why? 】

Mortarion spoke gloomily,

[Because my commander chose him, and I trust my commander. 】

This sentence caused Feinus to fall into a long silence.

[Okay, I take back my apology, you are a freak, my brother. 】

Mortarion raised his hand,

[You should remember him - Hades, he is the Lord of the Silent Order of the Empire. If you are not stupid, then you should know what this title means. 】

Faenus was silent again. He remembered Hades, past contacts, and the rumors of people who had returned from training on Mars.

[I didn’t see your commander during this battle. He was transferred by the empire? 】

Mortarion nodded.

The next moment, Fenus breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up the wine and took a sip.

【So our father is also taking action, great——】

But in an instant his face turned pale again,

[Will he directly dispose of the defective products? 】

Mortarion spoke slowly,

[Then what do you do, Fainus? 】

Fernus opened his mouth, what he wanted to say, what he wanted to do, he opened his mouth and closed it again, he thought of Fulgrim, he thought of those years, and finally, he said tremblingly,

[I hope...at least my memory will be cleared by then. 】

Mortarion laughed,

[I appreciate your answer, but now that the Death Guard and I are still here, I think he is not that harsh yet. 】

Feinus frowned and went directly to get the wine bottle.

But what happened was beyond his expectation,

The jug is empty.

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