Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Petronila looked at the people on the throne. He was sitting there boredly listening to the praises of old Olga in front of him. The old missionary enthusiastically praised the greatness of him and the emperor, and praised legends and myths. Stories to flatter him.

And old Olga seemed to feel that she had succeeded, and was delighted by the faint smile on Vito's face. He dragged his old body, praised him with the loudest voice, and recited the words about him in the Book of Sacred Scriptures. record.

For an old man, he had worked very hard, so Pedronela didn't want to hit him and told him that he didn't see any joy or even a little bit of curiosity in Vito's smiling eyes.

It was just a classic polite smile, dragging his chin. Although he looked at old Olga, his thoughts were not here at all.

He seemed to be uninterested in everyone here. Vito glanced at the respectful and frightened speaker in front of the throne, and no one let him stay on them for more than a second.

Pedrónila may be an exception. Vito glanced at her twice more, but only for less than a second, and then he sat there with that polite smile, with Bell behind him. Surrounded there, thinking about other issues.

This gave Pedrónilla enough time to observe him and look at Vito carefully, and it also let her know that Vito's last bit of interest had disappeared and he was ready to leave.

Vito stood up from the throne, and the old missionary's voice also stopped. Vito nodded politely towards him, with a faint smile on his face, "I'm glad to see you here. I will follow your words." Remember, but now, please allow me to take my leave."

After he said that, he turned around and prepared to leave. Old Olga hurriedly stepped forward, intending to go up the steps to make him stay. However, she usually faced preachers and believers with her sharp tongue, and could convince anyone of the strange old missionary. , but now facing the God in his mind, he couldn't say anything and could only stammer.

"Master Marshal, we ask you to review the speakers' request and approve our actions with the army. This is also the task assigned to the speakers by Lord Guilliman. I hope you"

"I'll take it into consideration."

Petronilla cursed in a low voice. This brief meeting was going to end so hastily, and this old guy didn't make the marshal show any interest at all, giving her the opportunity to have anything to do with him other than looking at her for two seconds. any chance of contact.

Pedrone took the initiative. She pulled Old Olga down and turned to Vito, who was about to leave with Bell following him. "You have no intention of accepting us, right? You're scared."

Old Olga was so frightened after hearing what Pedrónilla said. He looked at Pedrónilla in horror, and then Vito also stopped. After taking a few steps, he stopped and turned his head slightly towards Pedroneira's view.

He finally looked at himself, and a trace of interest finally appeared in his eyes. It was dangerous, but it also allowed him to stay here for a little longer.

The reason why I say it is dangerous is because Pedronniera did not get permission to speak just now. It is a sin in her capacity to directly talk to Vito in her capacity, and what she just said violated at least dozens of rules of etiquette, and also violated the rules of etiquette. There are several catch-all rules.

Vito stared at her and looked her over seriously, "What did you just say?" "You are afraid." "Interesting, then tell me, what am I afraid of?"

Very good, he turned around further, Pedronilla looked at the golden-armored giant and raised his head with dignity, "Are you afraid that I will share your glory, or should I say, do you really have the glory?" ?”

Olga and others' faces turned pale. They looked at Pedroneela with expressions of extreme surprise and shock. Many of their jaws almost dropped. What she just said was more than a simple transgression.

"I have no glory?" Vito said calmly, while Pedronniera looked directly into his eyes with no intention of looking away. "Of course, it has been more than a month since I came to the fleet, and so far , I didn’t see any battle, anything worthy of glory.”

"So yes, you have no honor whatsoever."

Bell frowned. He held the helmet and looked at Vito in front of him. He stared at the short woman expressionlessly. She seemed so insignificant in front of the two giants in front of the throne.

But she said such disrespectful words. Pedronila stood there without wavering, "I even suspect that you are afraid of fighting. Although you are a marshal, you have always stayed away from the battlefield. Maybe you are not as strong as the rumors say." Powerful and so disappointing.”

"Sir!" Old Olga was so frightened that her legs became weak and she spoke quickly, but was stopped by Vito with cold eyes. He stared at her with cold eyes, "Have I let you down?" "

Pedronilla snorted softly and straightened up, "Yes, I am very disappointed. I came to the expeditionary force with high expectations, but what I saw was a cowardly, cowardly person who could only sit on the throne and pretend. A pretentious guy.”

"Watch your words! Speaker!" Bell, who was silent and kind as always, also stepped forward and shouted harshly. If Ragnar or Lancelot were here, Petronilla would be dead by now.

In fact, she would have died here. If Lancelot hadn't left to contact Loken, her head would have fallen to the ground when she said the first word, and everyone present would have died because of her. Pay the price for the offense.

But Petronilla seemed to be fearless in the face of an Astartes' reprimand. She still stood there, calm when her colleagues behind her went weak.

"Am I wrong, sir?" "What do you think?" "Then please allow me to step into the battlefield with you, let me see how you fight, and then I will take back my words."

"Do you think I care about what an ordinary person thinks of me?" "You do." "Why?" "Because if you are a person who values ​​honor, then you will, unless everything is exactly the opposite."

Vito looked at her expressionlessly, his eyes were extremely cold, "Let a woman who is powerless and doesn't know how to fight enter the battlefield to die, what honor is there?" "Yes, unless this woman knows how to fight."

He stared at her, and the whole environment instantly fell silent, and an embarrassing atmosphere began to spread throughout the hall, but more of it was tension, for other preachers.

The guards around held down their weapons, and the dead silence quickly turned into a solemn silence. The attendants who served as the marshal's personal guards approached from all sides. The giants walked slowly, making the ordinary people present feel weak in their legs, and several of them could not stand immediately.

Another female preacher looked at the solemn guards who came over and was immediately scared to scream, but the other woman was completely different. She still looked up at the golden giant and looked into his eyes.

He also looked at her, and then suddenly raised his hand to stop the attendants around him. They all stopped, and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Vito looked at the woman in front of him, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The smile was not fake.

"You wanted to attract my attention, and you succeeded." "You said you know how to fight, so let us test you, what do you say? Proud lady."

"Anytime, sir."

The two looked into each other's eyes, neither of them showed weakness, but Bell saw a smile at the corner of Vito's mouth.

This bold woman in front of him aroused his interest.