Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 232 The flying Kaduru and the returning...

A Stormbird decorated with a silver skull and wings flew out of the dusty Mechanical Ark, carrying passengers to their destination.

The "Silver Skulls" Chapter's Plenipotentiary Trade Representative Sir Kadur returned to his dear (?) iron... Destiny Steel today.

The old man in green civilian robes pushed his hood back slightly, then took a deep breath as hard as he could as the hatch opened.

A breath with a faint strange smell was exhaled from his lungs, and was immediately sucked away by the powerful air-conditioning system of the Destiny Steel.

"Thank God, we are finally back to some civilized places." The old knight who called himself Master Kaduru seemed to really relax at this moment, instead of using his mask-like expression to deal with others. He slowly walked down the metal slope of the cabin holding his staff.

"I feel the same, Master Kadu'er." The voice coming from the Terminator power armor beside the thin old man was none other than Perturabo's only trident now, the squire Aharin of the Destiny Steel Chapter Commander.

While patiently accompanying the old man to the hangar exit with small steps, the Iron Warrior said sincerely, "I have never understood so clearly what the concept of a 'rotting but struggling dying empire' is."

"Your eloquence has greatly improved again, Aharin." Master Kadu'er said, "It makes sense for your genetic father to single you out to travel with me. At least I found that your social level is beyond my expectation. It’s good.”

"You are flattering, Master." The squire replied in a humble but not humble tone, "Everything is a gift from the great Iron Lord."

"Although there is nothing wrong with what you say," Master Kaduru said as they walked into the neat and bright high-speed elevator, and after verifying their identity permissions, they started to go to the chapter leader's office.

"But I personally don't think that the Lord of Steel will give you any information about court dances, minuet pas de deux, and how to dance between several baronesses and noble ladies without being pursued by their husbands or The skill of glaring. So, huh?”

The attendant, who was obviously immune to the other party's verbal attacks on the road, said, "That's natural, Master Kadu'er. You must know that it is precisely because the omniscient Lord of Steel understands everything, including all arts. Form, of course, includes dance, and for those of us who are lucky enough to inherit his genes, learning this popular skill among mortals is just a matter of watching the first dance. So, this It is indeed a gift from the Lord of Iron.”

"Oh? Does the art also include flirting with and enchanting nobles and bureaucrats of all ages? That's surprising, considering his past relationships with his 'brothers' It's so bad." Apparently, a certain master had no mercy on the words of an overseer who was sent by Perturabo to assist but actually "supervise" the work and was not worthy of his status.

"Let me speak frankly, Master." In order to meet his master, Aharin took off the helmet he had been wearing just now to avoid the trouble of being laughed at, and locked it on the magnetic lock around his waist. This silver skull or The eyes of the Iron Warriors veteran officer were shining now, showing a little eagerness to see the father of genes right away and get back to doing the exclusive work he loved.

It is undeniable that the attendant who was ordered by someone to dress up deliberately for this diplomatic mission is indeed very handsome now. This is why he always wore a helmet when he came back: Aharin was originally in the Iron Warriors Blue veins were slightly exposed under his extremely pale skin - they were all the rage among the nearby imperial aristocrats and were regarded as traits of an absolutely noble bloodline - and he had grown his black hair long enough to be styled like a gentleman. After the length of the hairstyle, um.

Coupled with the proud height, perfect muscles, powerful power armor, rich knowledge, and thoughtful little details (learned from serving two fathers), in the end, the pale and tough handsome face has a pair of genes. The beautiful deep blue eyes of your father look upon you. OHHHH——

In short, to summarize, although they originally planned to take a two-pronged route of orthodox administration and financial development to obtain the fastest and most food supplies, in the end things were actually able to get twice the result with half the effort... Well.

It’s hard to tell how much of Master Kadu’er’s extreme (?) language just now was ridicule and how much was emotion.

"The administrative efficiency of the empire can be so high under such circumstances, even exceeding my best expectations. It seems that human potential is indeed unlimited."

The exquisite and sturdy huge ornate door of the Chapter Master's office appeared in front of them.

There was still a chair and a sofa behind the desk, but the beings that the attendants were longing for were not there.

On the contrary, there was a man sitting in front of the desk. He was turning his head to look at the visitors who came in.

The psychic flames on the staff in the old man's hand suddenly rose up and roared, and the vortex of supreme heavenly energy struck the office's anti-energy stance, creating a crackling, harsh harmony and the flash of a micro-explosion.

Aharin drew his thunder hammer and roared.

At the same time, the people sitting there also jumped up vigilantly and made a defensive posture towards the visitor.

"Why are you here?!/What happened to the Lord of General Iron?!"

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"Oh, this is really..." Master Kadu'er, or a certain unknown imperial hero, arranged his robes, sat on the sofa made of ceramic steel blocks and soft cushions in the Antarctic operating base, and drank the temperature After drinking the thick sweet almond tea, I finally put down the cup and sighed softly. "You should inform us in advance that you released the main control machine soul and asked him to stay on the ship to be responsible for reception. I almost let the earth fire vortex escape."

"hehe……"

"Even if I don't investigate why the main control machine soul looks like Rogal Dorn (accented), then should you also explain how unexpected the wild broadcast was? We also received it , so hurry up and collect the necessary supplies before strengthening the local alert, and then immediately rush back at full speed. - Why didn't you tell us anything else after you were able to send a signal of that intensity?"

"Ahem, um, I wanted to inform you in the past two days, but I didn't expect you to come back so soon." Someone glanced at the elder "Kaidomo" who was beside him, "But in the middle A lot of little things happened, and I forgot about them because of the interruptions."

"You...forgot." The wrinkles at the corners of Kadu'er's eyes seemed to be stretched a bit. He glanced at "Kaidomo" again, who seemed to have no intention of explaining for the time being, "...Okay, you forget."

"Ahem, stop talking about this. Come and see this!"

"What is this?" Kadu'er took the data pad from the other party and looked at the image on it and was speechless for a moment.

"...Okay, okay, it seems that I did come back in time. - You are really going to add things to an old man to worry about."

Aharin rolled up his black and gold cloak, and after the robotic arm behind his back sorted the files, he timely added some new hot toasted pudding almond tea to everyone.