Warhammer Inquisitor

"Emperor? Is that the first time you met His Majesty?" She became excited, as she expected, and she really didn't know why they would be so excited every time that guy was mentioned.

Vito adjusted his armor without turning his head. "Yes, it was the first time I met him. Although he said that he met me once in Damascus, I don't remember it at all anyway."

Petronilla became interested, she stood up, then sat down again, her eyes were full of excitement, "Go on, what was it like when you first met?"

"If you are expecting some earth-shattering and wonderful story, then you have to look forward to it. We met on the top of Mount Sinai, that's all." He said as he started, "It's just a barren hill, although it is a holy place , but in fact there is nothing, no different from any other peak."

Vito himself really doesn't want to recall those things, in fact he doesn't want to recall anything with his guy, but she's clearly enthusiastic and annoyed at her bland recounting.

"Something must have happened to you guys?" she muttered, trying not to be impatient and angry.

Vito was silent for a moment, recalling a very strange clear memory, he was like an island in the middle of all the chaos, and the memory is still vivid.

"Well, when I first went to Mount Sinai, the locals told me that there was a foreign pagan doing this on the top of the mountain. They were worried that it would bring bad luck, so they hired me to deal with him."

Vito said, "I don't care about the weird ideas of those farmers at all, but I happened to be in debt at the time and was in a hurry to use the money. They promised to pay me after expelling the wizard, so I agreed."

She seemed to be very interested in the debt she owed, but in the end she decided not to. Compared with the debt, she was obviously more interested in the appearance of the Emperor.

Vito smiled secretly, and continued to speak while wiping his armor, "I went to the mountain and found him. He looked like a charlatan, wearing a tattered robe. I asked him who he was and what he was doing here."

"He told me that he was a wandering scholar who came from far away to find something." Vito said as he shook off the rag and re-moistened it, "He always does this, if he asks, he doesn't ask. "

She sat in her seat and pondered for a moment, perhaps thinking about a problem, before she spoke after a long time, "What was his name at the time? Your Excellency, the name of His Majesty the Emperor."

"Name?" Vito hesitated, "How do I remember, he changed too many names, and it's different from me, he changed all the names, and he changed his appearance every time, I spent a lot of time on it. to recognize him."

"You don't remember at all? A little?" She asked urgently, and she gave her a meaningful glance from the corner of her eye. After a moment of silence, she continued to polish and scrub.

"Why are you interested in this? One name doesn't matter," he said. "We all have countless names. I can't even remember my earliest name, but it doesn't affect the world's understanding of me, does it?" ?”

"It will not affect the content of the story." He added, followed by a few seconds of silence, and she then asked, "No, it is better for the protagonist of a story to have a real name, his real name, so that in the long During reading, readers will not get confused and have confused understanding of different names."

Vito snorted, and it was Power Claw's turn to scrub, "Then you will be disappointed, we don't have real names, you can only choose one of the names we use."

She was disappointed, and more disappointed than Vito thought, but soon returned to normal.

"Okay, so what names did he use? The earliest one you can remember?" She changed her mood and continued to ask. Vito felt a little baffled, but at the same time he hesitated.

He was silent for a while without speaking, and it seemed to her that he was remembering, and Vito spoke again after a while.

"Cicero, Brutus, Cardia, Peter, son of Kohar, Saint Zanquero, and Ogham from Asia Minor." He read out the long list of names at once, " That's all I remember, Ogham was the first one, I can't remember exactly when he told me, but it was the first one, at least as far as I can remember."

Petronilla wrote down the names, but Vito's ear caught only one, and she took only one name.

After she finished writing, she raised her eyes again and put on a more gentle smile, "Please continue."

"Okay, where did you just say?" He pondered for a while, "Ah, yes, Mount Sinai, we met on the top of the mountain, I remember what he was doing at the time, but I can't remember exactly, but he recognized him immediately at the time." Apart from my identity, that was the first time I knew the concept of the immortal, he told me."

"He said we're the same people and then he showed me his strength and I showed mine and I remember we got into a fight and he said things that pissed me off and that day was the first time I really Use my power to scare the farmers down the mountain."

Vito remained silent again, concentrating on handling the inner side of the power armor, but Petronilla obviously didn't like this interruption of the story, and she asked eagerly.

"And then? You had a fight, and then?"

"How else?" He smiled, "We are all in peace, and then I scolded him a few words and left, warning him to get out, and he did, and I got my bounty .”

"That's it?" "That's it." He added flatly, after dealing with the power claws, there was only a small part of the armor left to be polished and repaired.

Petronila was silent for a moment, she looked at the notebook in her hand, and she came back to her senses after a while, "You guys were not happy when you met for the first time?"

"Every meeting I had with him was unpleasant, never was, full of arguments, quarrels and fights, and I remember hurting him once, and he broke a bone in me, or maybe two?"

Vito turned his back to her to deal with the last matter, and Petronila nodded, writing and drawing in his notebook, before speaking again, "How many times have you met him? After Mount Sinai."

"Many times, sometimes I came to him, and sometimes he came to me. Most of them deal with problems that ordinary people can't solve."

"What kind of question?" she asked.

"The demonic invasion, the plague of Nurgle, and some idiot's mess," he said, connecting the pipes in the belly of the armor, and tightening the switch, "We'll sort things out together, then go our separate ways again, and then we'll go on for a while Going to deal with certain things together, and it's been thousands of years like this."

Petronilla thought for a while, "You don't sound like you hate him very much." "Why?" "If you really hated him, you wouldn't talk to him, right? Even if he came to you."

He fell silent, and then smiled after connecting the tube, "Maybe, he can always give me a lot of reasons that I can't refuse, very convincing, and it's hard to refuse him."

"What kind of reason?" she asked, as he threw the oily cloth into the bucket, making a splash. "Protect my loved ones and all. Protect human beings from harm."

"I believe you did, two gods," she said with a smile, but Vito fell silent for a long, long time with his back to Petronilla.

She also noticed the strangeness, and then apologized, "Your Excellency, I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to apologize for, and it's not your fault," he said, walking around, picking up the bucket and toolbox and putting them back on the side shelf.

Vito stopped talking suddenly, which made Petronilla a little nervous and at a loss. She thought for a while to find a topic, and then suddenly thought of it, and then spoke.

"Your Excellency, I would like to ask a question."

"Speak." He simply replied.

"What do you want? The emperor wants human beings to become the best and most powerful race in the universe, so that we can rise up, but is this what you want?" She asked, "You, what is your wish?"

"I just want the hut with the red painted gate, the garden, and the pear tree outside the room window." He replied calmly, and put the toolbox back on the shelf. He stood on the shelf and fell silent.

"Let's go, we're here today, I'm tired." He said and put on his black coat, "Bring better news next time, Petronilla Viva, see you next week today. "

She had some regrets, but also got up reluctantly, bowed to him and said goodbye, "See you next time, Your Excellency."

She left immediately, the door to the private deck opened and closed, Vito stood in front of the shelf and suddenly a sleepy feeling came to his mind, he could smell the sea water in the wind, the smell of baking bread, and the pear tree.

"Sleep, my love, go to the dream to find the lost hometown, where will I wait for you." A female voice said in the silence, the silver hair and the crown danced in front of his eyes.

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