Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Tonight, Robert Guilliman was as sleepless as ever.

After processing the last report that could be handed over to him in the vast territory of the five hundred worlds of Ultramar, the Primarch of the Ultramarines discovered in a state of superimposed joy and distress that he actually still had a small part of his life. The rare rest time can be used freely.

When he realized this, Guilliman, the Archon of Macragge, was stunned for a moment, and then squeezed out a faint, bitter smile on his tired face. It was as if it was deliberately telling his heart that he was very happy.

Without alerting anyone, or even disturbing the two victorious army guards who were on duty at the door, the actual ruler of hundreds of worlds quietly left his room like a cowardly thief. After moving to the highest point of the inner court, there was a rarely visited terrace. It was secretive and tall enough, allowing Guilliman to quietly overlook the farthest horizon and sky.

In the fifth year after the Primarch came to this world, he [discovered] this place, and happily appointed this secluded corner that could just accommodate him as an independent kingdom for himself to escape from those annoying trivial matters.

Guilliman likes to stay here very much, but he can never stay here for long: whether it is as the genius adopted son of the Archon Konor before, or now as the master of Macragge and even the five hundred worlds, the ultimate warrior The Primarch is too important. Once he loses his whereabouts for more than one minute, the entire Hera Fortress and even the city of Macragge will be disturbed by the urgently assembled Victory Army Guards and Central Guards. The aftermath of the panic may ripple through civilian areas for more than ten days.

A similar thing actually only happened once, but it was enough to make the Lord of Macragge remember it for a lifetime. When he found out that the entire inner court and Hera Fortress were in chaos because he was missing for a minute, his first reaction was He was a little disappointed and dissatisfied, but when he really saw the anxious faces of Auguston, Valentus and others swarming in front of him, with their faces full of hope and joy, he felt a sense of guilt. It struck the Primarch's mind.

He apologized to everyone, right in the center of the inner court, to those heirs and mortals who got up in the middle of the night because of his willful actions, but these sincere words could not prevent him from leaving in a secret room. Here, he was complaining about his dissatisfaction to dear Ms. Euton. At that time, he curled his lips like a completely immature child, mumbling long complaints about the fuss and the passage of personal time.

Thinking of this, a cheerful smile crept up the corner of the Primarch's mouth, dispelling most of the fatigue on his face. Guilliman took a few steps forward and leaned against the edge of the terrace. He was not wearing armor, only the most Wearing simple ceremonial clothes, when he leaned on the guardrail and looked at the city in the distance, those valuable cuffs were squeezed up, causing some ugly wrinkles.

In the eyes of the Primarch, the city of Macragge bathed in the morning light may be the most beautiful scenery in the entire galaxy. This treasure he personally took over from the responsibility of King Konnor, before he and the previous Thanks to the alternate efforts of several generations of consuls, it has become the greatest and most dazzling city in the eastern territory of the galaxy.

Macragge seems to have been born with such a fate, even without his so-called Primarch: Many times, Guilliman would think this way. This is because he is full of confidence and pride in the people and history here. He firmly believed that their power was more important than his personal leadership.

The city of Macragge is central to this argument: it had been standing for thousands of years before he arrived, and it had always been beautiful.

The Primarch looked up and looked into the distance. What appeared in front of him was a snow-white queen. Her flawless skirt extended from the peaks of the Crown of Hera in the north to the coast in the south. In this world filled with towering mountains, , Macragge City proudly occupies an entire cherished fertile plain, but no one is even remotely dissatisfied.

The Lord of the Ultramarines started from the inner court where he was. He first looked at the Central Guards and the inner court guards patrolling around. These two guards, composed of mortals, had already proven themselves in countless previous tests. Their strength and loyalty allowed them to stand proudly alongside the Primarch's Astartes Guard, protecting Macragge's master.

Outside the inner court, there are barracks and parks. For Macragge, who has a strong sense of martial virtue, this is not a strange combination. The Primarch observed those mortals who got up early walking in the lush greenery. Satisfied with the ease on their faces.

Then, he turned his attention to other places, looking at the majestic Hera Castle and the fortress area high in the old city. From the highest point of these cities, his eyes Passing through the orderly residential areas and squares, he looked at the densely packed buildings and towers, and finally disappeared into the distant skyline. The tall Savian wall blocked his view in the west. The Primarch Knowing that behind that wall were slums that seemed incompatible with the city, those dirty and dilapidated buildings were the focus of his attention in the following decades.

Every city has its stains, flaws that it has to face: even Macragge is not exempt from them.

Thinking of this, the Primarch breathed out gently, setting off white waves in the gradually warming air. He raised his head slightly and saw four hanging stars on the sky where dark blue and gray met. The wheel gradually gave rise to traces of figures, which were the four satellites in Macragge's orbit.

Yes, satellites…

Guilliman blinked and fell into deep thought as he looked at the guards who had been running around Macragge for tens of millions of years.

In the brain of the Primarch, which is enough to run the entire star region, his greatest helper, his greatest opponent, his innate and proud multi-threaded thinking, began to operate uncontrollably: in the base In Liman's thoughts, countless events and thoughts passed by like Bai Jun, making his secret thoughts begin to overflow at an uncontrollable speed, and he began to jump between topics with a speed that ordinary people could not imagine, and finally moved all the way to In an area that I didn’t want to do at all a few seconds ago.

He began to think and began to have a different kind of emotion.

From the satellites to the guards, from the guards to the people around him, from the people around him to the emperor and other primarchs, in the end it was natural: I thought of a certain person who had just received permission from the Lord of Humanity. Not far from the world's northern border, blood relatives are constantly expanding their territories.

That blood relative...

Guilliman sighed softly.

outpost.

supervision.

Another brother, another pair of eyes.

Another descendant that his genetic father found from the misty stars, the silver-haired queen who was valued and trusted by the Lord of Mankind, the hero who rose up in the Randan War, even the most ignorant Primarch, Everyone will hear about her deeds and strength.

And now, she is in his north, next to his Ultramar, building a brand new country, a micro-empire that is rapidly expanding: According to the few information collected by the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds It seems that his blood relative, the Primarch in charge of the Second Legion, took less than six Terran standard months to hold an entire rich sector in her hands, and This is just her personal declaration. As for the real situation, no one knows.

Those battle records that have been revealed make people marvel. In the case of relatively limited military strength, the leader of the Second Legion adopted a bold strategy: she generously taught a considerable amount of power to a man named Luthor's mortal command.

And Luther did not live up to the expectations of the Primarch. With an extremely fast war rhythm, he led an army composed of mortals, Mechanicum and some Astartes warriors, sweeping half of the sector and annihilating countless people. Countless pirate space stations finally successfully reunited with the Primarch's army, and together they defeated and wiped out a newly rising green-skin frenzy.

Now, this famous mortal commander is leading a sizable army to march towards other star regions. His reputation has spread to many worlds in the eastern part of the galaxy, and the one who promoted him The Primarch who has risen is about to arrive at Macragge.

Morgan.

Guilliman has known this special name for a long time. He may be one of the first well-informed people among all the Primarchs to know this name. The ruler of Macragge is accustomed to speaking to other Primarchs Inquiring about some things in the legion, such as: What elite figures have emerged under his brothers' command, or what excellent systems and weapons they have developed, and anything else worth learning.

Guilliman will take the trouble to explore and record these things, and strive to re-display the excellence of other legions in his Ultramarines. He will carefully check and select the best ones, and put those who are not so good. It is suitable for the Ultramarines, or those parts that he feels are worse are discarded, and only the real essence is retained to strengthen the power of the Thirteenth Legion.

From the perspective of Lord Macragge, this is a kind of learning, a silent communication, and a kind of mastery. He will do this for any legion he can explore, and he does not mind other legions learning from it. Do anything the Ultramarines do: in fact, he will only take pleasure in learning from each other, which means that the Ultramarines and Macragge have become the benchmark and example for others, just like he dreamed of. Become a member who can better serve the Empire and humanity.

If everyone was Guilliman, if everyone was better than him, if the name Robert could only be the most inconspicuous among all the beings in the Empire, then he would be very happy.

But it is a pity that at present, it seems that no other Primarch can understand Guilliman's silent kindness. When they saw something very similar to the special features of their men in the formation of the Ultramarines, they... When there are some different places, their faces often show a subtle distortion.

I just don’t know if this blood relative I’m about to meet will be such a person?

Guilliman's face changed with slight bitterness.

When he thought of this, he thought of Morgan's country, and he thought of the decree issued by the Emperor to all the forces in the Far Eastern Star Territory.

Although every high-ranking official of the Empire on the eastern frontier of the Galaxy received exactly the same words, Guilliman was convinced that this order was specifically for him.

What does the Lord of Man want to say?

Is this a warning? Or is it a silent declaration? The Lord of Humanity once showed unimaginable tolerance and understanding to his country within a country. Now, does he have some regrets?

So the Emperor seized the opportunity, seized the opportunity to have the Primarch so close to Guilliman return to his side, and he decided to establish an outpost, a base next to the Ultramarines, to ensure that things Will it not develop to a stage where everyone will be unable to step down?

If this is the case, then Guilliman is happy to accept this. He is happy to flatter the Lord of Mankind's silent and clever political actions and express a goodwill attitude to Holy Terra and the War Council.

He is even secretly planning whether to make concessions on some border land or material matters. This is okay. The borders of the Five Hundred Worlds are indeed a bit too far away from its core area, far enough to make people worry about Markkula. Lord Ge's original intention.

For example, in the east common to Morgan's country and the Five Hundred Worlds, the unexplored empty territory temporarily named Sousa seemed to be a gift that could be given to the visiting Primarch.

However, such an empty and remote territory, as a gift, would be a bit too shabby, and could it be understood as his expression of the original gene, and even the master of humanity behind him? A kind of contempt?

At this point, he was not even sure what the attitude of this visiting blood relative would be. Would she bring other words belonging to the emperor, or would she bring about a change in the attitude of the Lord of Mankind and call for an interrogation?

Thinking of this, Guilliman couldn't help but touch his neck. He felt a hot and humid wind blowing on his face. As the sun gradually rose, this place no longer seemed to be a place where people could contemplate. place.

The Primarch turned around and returned to his office, still not disturbing anyone, but just when he was about to restart his cogitator, a familiar sound of footsteps came in the corridor, which made Guilliman You raised your head in surprise.

The low voice of inquiry from the Victorious Army sounded outside the door. Before Guilliman could speak, the door was slowly pushed open, and the person who came was the person that the Primarch was thinking of.

"Miss."

The Lord of Macragge showed a reassuring smile. In his eyes, the Palace Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds, who was also the adoptive mother and housekeeper of the Primarch, Thalasa Euton, walked slowly. Entered the room.

Guilliman greeted him happily, but his joyful face was quickly washed away by a kind of worry. The Primarch glanced at the clock suspiciously, as if to confirm something.

"Aren't you resting, ma'am?"

"I just woke up earlier. You know, Robert, summer is here and the air has begun to become hot and humid, making it difficult to sleep peacefully."

Joden looked up and down at the giant she had raised with her own hands. The Palace Lord originally wanted to fulfill her obligations as a housekeeper and report today's schedule to the Primarch, but when she saw Guilliman for the first time, the fifty-plus After years of getting along, she discovered some clues.

"What are you troubled about, Robert?"

"Nothing..."

The Primarch instinctively wanted to deny this, but in Ms. Euton's quiet gaze, he was miserably defeated within a second.

Guilliman pursed his lips, dragged his steps, and slowly returned to his special desk. He caressed the Thinker left behind by his adoptive father with some reluctance, and then quietly looked at his palace minister. Lord, it wasn't until he found that the lady followed him and sat on the other side of the desk that the last bit of luck in his heart was extinguished. The Primarch sighed and had to speak.

"Well, ma'am, I was just thinking about some things, some people."

"Thinking about your blood relatives who are about to visit."

"Yes, that's my guest."

"But he's also your blood relative, isn't he?"

"That's what I mean, ma'am."

"No, it's not, Robert."

Yoden shook her head slowly but firmly. She stood up so that the Primarch could see her better. Her body under the white robe was tall and thin, which was very similar to her old face. , but even so, she can still be respected by everyone in the inner court and Hera Fortress: not because she is the adoptive mother of the Primarch, but because of her achievements, wisdom and rationality over the years.

In her arms, the Primarch of the Ultramarines spent twelve carefree years, and then served nearly forty years as Lord of the Thirteenth Legion for humanity and the Great Crusade. For more than half a century, Yuden has been by Guilliman's side. Time has taken away her once beautiful appearance, but it has also made her thinking more rational, her words sharper, and her gaze sharper. More profound.

"Guests are not the same as blood relatives, my Robert, they are very different."

"You will encounter hundreds of guests every day. Whether it is in the Council Hall of the Inner Court during the day or here at night, there will always be an endless stream of people coming to visit you, those planetary governors, Rogue Traders, and Forge World Bishops. With the Mechanicus Priest, you have to face these different but the same faces every day.”

"They ask for something from you, or they have something you want. You will remember their appearance and things, but there will be no more fluctuations in your heart: they are guests, they recognize and recognize you. We know each other, but in the final analysis, we are not the same person as you. You just happen to have an intersection on your respective roads."

"But blood relatives are different. Apart from your genetic father, how many people are there in total who can share the name of Primarch with you? Fifteen? Or sixteen? No matter what the specific number is, for For the Galaxy, this is a number that is cherished, especially for you, Robert."

"After all, no matter where you are in the galaxy now, you all started from the same place. Your life trajectories have a common starting point and are destined to blend together countless times. You must learn to face them, Face your blood relatives, your brothers.”

"Not just brothers, ma'am."

Guilliman first glanced at his adoptive mother, and his eyes soon drifted to the morning light outside the window. He was sitting there with his arms on his knees and leaning forward.

"We are brothers, the blood of the Lord of Mankind, but we are colleagues, allies gathered under a big banner: You know, madam, when the mortals in the lower city are discussing the relationship between me and my brothers At that time, in their first thought, they did not regard me and the other Primarchs as a group of sons of the same father, but as a group of generals under the same king, in the same empire. Ruler of the Frontier and Lord of the Legions.”

"When we gather together, our identities are often not brothers who jointly express friendship, but commanders who lead their respective legions to join forces. Missions always take precedence over our family ties. What's more, we There’s not much of a friendship per se worth describing, and we don’t get to see each other that much.”

"Not so much? Robert?"

The Lord Chamberlain asked with a smile, her smile making Guilliman's words sound so feeble.

"I feel that there is no lack of true friendship among your blood brothers. Some of them have passionate feelings for each other. Even an old woman like me has heard of it."

"It's not that you can't make friends with your brothers, Robert, you're just a little too withdrawn. You will lead the army out for tasks that require cooperation, but when they gather together to explain friendship and family, you Always absent again.”

"You can't always miss these group activities, Robert. When you were a Macragge boy, you had enough reasons not to attend other boys' gatherings. After all, it is difficult to say that you are the same kind as them."

"But now, since your relatives are united and gathered among the stars, connecting with each other's friendship, then maybe you really should go out more and let them know what you are thinking in your heart and let them listen. With the plans and ideals you outline, maybe you will become true friends."

Jotun's words made the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds silent for a while. He raised his head again and looked at the clock on the wall: In less than ten Terra standard hours, a Primarch will come to Macragge. In orbit, Acatlan and Calth's communications had informed them of their trip a few days ago.

But in the end, he shook his head.

"Madam, if your words and suggestions were placed in an ordinary mortal family, they would be irrefutable truths, but here, it is different: we are not only brothers, we are also the rulers of our respective worlds, powerful Commander of the Legion, every word and deed we make, every move we make, symbolizes the power behind us that is capable of conquering and destroying the world."

"Simply put, no matter what we say or what we do, we can no longer simply represent ourselves. People will not see what Guilliman did. People will only see what Macragge has done. What did the Lord do? So there I worriedly speculated what the five hundred worlds would do."

"From this perspective, we should keep a relatively safe distance from each other. Each of us symbolizes a huge beast in the jungle of the empire. Our encounter with each other is like a collision. , will cause trees to collapse, frighten birds, and cause a lot of unnecessary trouble in the jungle.”

"Whether it's for stability or to reduce these unnecessary troubles, we should keep an appropriate distance. You know this, madam."

"When I was very young, I was taught this truth: Those careerists who can rely on their own connections and reputation to amass huge power are the most dangerous enemies of a stable order, because such a person's The emergence often means that the word unity is no longer valid and the seeds of division have taken root.”

"It was not Carthage, Macedonia or Spartacus that finally brought the Roman Republic to an end, but the Gracchi brothers, Marius, Sulla and Caesar."

"Are you worried about this? Robert?"

"It's not really a worry, it's just an instinctive consideration. Although I don't know my blood relatives very well, I have full confidence in their loyalty and obedience."

"But this does not mean that we can break these rules arbitrarily. Madam, no one should be the absolute core of anything except the Lord of Mankind. I may not be able to prevent such things from happening, but at least I You can start with me.”

"You think you believe that, Robert?"

Ms. Euton's words were very soft. She tilted her head and showed a sly smile that was somewhat inappropriate for her age. If Guilliman could see it, then he might be on guard, but it was very difficult. Unfortunately, the Lord of Macragge was concentrating on the few rays of morning light outside the window.

"Yes, ma'am, as I just said you just said, I endorse such a creed."

"Then why did you create a room like that?"

Joden's soft words made Guilliman's brows jump. The Primarch turned his head away in embarrassment and looked at his adoptive mother. He tried to stop her from continuing to talk, but he actually couldn't do anything. arrive.

“Create that room, that room you don’t go to very often but that you visit occasionally, where you meditate or dream about plans for the future,”

"You showed me there, my Robert, and what was there? A long table, and twenty-one chairs, all made in the shape of the original body. Each seat was derived from the material of the long table. Same granite.”

"The backs of the chairs are covered with flags, and the largest stone chair at the head of the long table is covered with the flags of Terra. The other flags belong to various legions."

"I also saw the attendants hanging a new flag on that chair, the chair that symbolized the Second Legion. I saw that the symbol of that flag was a dark sun, like a boiling sea of ​​fire. , but the patterns surrounding the sun are not within my knowledge."

"Ring."

The Primarch explained slowly in a low tone.

"Those are Celtic-style rings. They surround a smooth dark sun. They are the emblem designed by the Lord of the Second Legion for her legion. They will only be used on formal occasions."

His voice was very soft, as if he was deliberately avoiding the room that Ms. Euton told about. Whenever the Primarch thought of that room, he would feel that he was a little too sentimental.

"You must admit, Robert, in a corner of your heart, you are longing to sit down with all your blood brothers, even your genetic father, so that everyone can communicate equally and exchange thoughts about the past and the past. Views and opinions of the present and future.”

"It was with this desire that you gave the layout drawings of that room to Macragge's best architect, wasn't it?"

The Primarch of the Ultramarines coughed lightly, his eyes were a little evasive, and he kept jumping back and forth on the specially customized oversized furniture in the room. After a while, he spoke in a somewhat evasive manner.

"Actually, not everyone, like Ruth...well, even Ruth."

Eudon smiled.

"You always mention him, although you never praise him, but such a dense frequency itself shows some problems, but you have never brought him to the Five Hundred Worlds so that I can meet him. In fact, until now, So far, I don’t think I’ve met any of your brothers.”

The Primarch relaxed his throat.

"Russ has the demeanor of a king, but unfortunately his kingdom is not destined to be on the same territory as Ultramar, and he will not adapt to a civilized country with a pleasant climate. The squares and sculptures of Macragge will make his Fen Reese’s nose is allergic.”

"What about your other brothers? Are each of them allergic to Macragge? Then I think it's not them who are suspicious. We should think about whether there are any problems with Macragge that have not been noticed."

"Macragge has no faults whatsoever!"

The Primarch firmly and quickly confirmed this point of view. His eyes lingered on the increasingly bright morning light, and he was silent for a while. Then he reluctantly looked at the stubborn eyes of the Lord of Palace Affairs. The ground spoke.

"Well, this place is actually a bit remote, and the tasks of the Great Expedition are so heavy. We can't expect my brothers to abandon their journeys and tasks and come here to visit us."

"But there are people coming now."

Eudon smiled.

"A visitor, a blood relative, a person who comes for you and Macragge. In less than ten Terra standards, she will arrive at the Mandeville Point of this system and complete a crossing with you. A meeting between the stars and time.”

"Where are you going to interview her, Robert, in that room?"

The Primarch thought for a moment, then slowly shook his head.

"I will have a formal meeting with her in the inner court. Madam, I will take her to visit the customs, history and culture of Five Hundred Worlds. This is a very serious meeting. After all, I am not yet sure of the purpose of her visit. , you know, madam, the Lord of Mankind allowed her to establish a kingdom of her own accord, and this kingdom is right next to Ultramar. This may be some kind of supervision, some kind of supervision between Ultramar and Terra. between outposts or lines of defense."

"Or maybe a bridge?"

Joden smiled and asked a subtle rhetorical question. She blinked and walked in front of Guilliman, so that her adopted son had to look at her.

"My Robert, why do you always imagine things to be so bad? Wouldn't something develop in your favor? The Primarch who is so close to you must be the supervisor? Couldn't it be possible? Is it a friendly neighbor that fate has provided for and happened to land next to you?"

"Your blood relatives have been scattered all over the galaxy, from the empty stars west of Terra to Macragge where you are. Who can decide where they will finally land, and one of them happens to be in your Next to you, isn’t it a lucky thing that you won’t be so far away from your blood relatives in the future?”

"...But her country..."

"Not so much, Robert."

Jotun patted the Primarch's broad shoulders gently, and she raised her adopted son's head, stroking the remaining tiredness on his face.

"You also have your own country. Could it be that your country poses any threat to your blood relatives, your genetic father, or anyone else?"

"You haven't met her yet, you haven't used your eyes and brain to distinguish and determine who she is, so before that, don't let your worries interfere with you."

"She will arrive in less than ten Terra standards. You need to be in an absolutely full state to receive her. No matter what, she is your blood relative. She has the same blood as you. You are the Milky Way. The people least likely to hurt each other.”

"If that's the case, then what are you worried about?"

The Primarch thought for a moment.

He smiled.

"Maybe you're right, ma'am."

"I should check again..."

"You should go get some rest, Robert."

"You should eat something and take the time to have a good rest. After all, there will be a grand welcome ceremony and talks waiting for you soon. Your heart and brain need to get enough rest."

"But those jobs..."

“No one should be the absolute center of anything.”

Yodon winked mischievously.

"Who told me this a few minutes ago?"

"This is different, ma'am..."

"What's different, Robert? Could it be that without you, the managers of the Ultramarines and Macragge can't prepare an ordinary welcome ceremony? Or is there something important now that forces you to have to Supervision?”

"I am your housekeeper, I am your palace lord. You can't deceive me. I know there is nothing important right now. You originally planned to explore the galaxy called Sosa on the edge of the Milky Way. But because of this meeting, the operation was postponed, and everything is now calm in Ultramar."

"We'll take care of everything. You don't have to put it all on your shoulders. Now it's time for you to go get something to eat and then get a good night's sleep in your lounge, or even on the sofa bed here." Okay, anyway, what you have to do now is rest, Robert.”

"Have a good rest, and then go to greet your blood relatives with full energy. If possible, bring her to meet me. I have been curious about another Primarch for a long time. I even heard that she is a female?"

"Gender doesn't matter, ma'am."

Robert stretched out his hand to sort out the messy portfolios on the table. His words were light and persuasive, as if he was expounding a truth that even a child could know.

"We are Primarchs, we are the rulers of the world and the Legion. Gender is of no consequence to us, and you know this, madam."

"Even for those mortal kings, gender will not fundamentally change anything. When a person's identity and status are important to a certain extent, his appearance, his gender, and even his heart will What he thinks is no longer important, he will become a synthesis of countless elements, but he will no longer be simply himself."

"In other words, a person who cares too much about gender or other details will never be able to reach this position, or even become the ruler of any world."

Guilliman spoke, and his words turned into some kind of sermon in a deep-rooted seriousness. This made Joden a little angry and funny. She thrust her waist and spit out a few words on her smiling face. A sharp word.

"Okay, okay, ruler, I've learned my lesson, stop your important words."

Guilliman closed his mouth, lowered his head in dismay, and concentrated on dealing with the scattered items on the table.

Ms. Euton smiled and helped her adopted son to deal with the files on the desk. After putting them all together, the adoptive mother of the Primarch looked at her child and watched him rubbing his penis. face.

"Where are you going to talk to her, Robert?"

"Like I just said, in the inner court."

"No, what I mean is: after you finish those business affairs, as blood relatives and brothers of each other, where do you plan to explain your friendship, where do you plan to take her to visit, you can't just finish the official business, you have to Just drive them away.”

The Primarch blinked, thought for a moment, and then turned to his adoptive mother for help, and of course he received a sly smile.

"If you ask me, Robert."

"How about the newly built Macragge Central Bath?"