Warhammer: Start with a dog

(The yellowed old parchment made a fragile crackling sound, which was a bit worrying, but the fingers of the automatic servant still successfully turned the second volume and presented the handwritten content to the reader)

…That day, after recovering in the ward for a while, I immediately asked Ms. Melvalien to send a letter to the ground for me, so that those who were worried about me would not worry, and those with ulterior motives would not be too complacent or take the opportunity to do some self-righteous tricks.

She agreed and called one of her attendants to do this. At the same time, I was surprised to find that many of her maids and attendants…

Because my surprised expression might be too obvious, Ms. Melvalien noticed it and told me that there was no need to be surprised. Many people living in the void here have mutation problems, but the fair Midnight Ghost treats his people equally. As long as they can pass the test of the Lord of the Night, they can go to the infirmary to queue up for an operation.

The Lord of the Night usually allows everyone to remove the mutated part and replace it with a metal prosthesis as much as possible. If it doesn’t work, you can apply for a flesh-and-blood cast organ from the biological laboratory.

Oh - at this time I knew that the infirmary and the biological laboratory were both run by the extraordinary Master Valier. Perhaps everyone recognized that the greatest and most extraordinary Astartes pharmacist in the galaxy was Master Honso, but personally, I thought that Master Valier was no less than him.

The news I learned from Ms. Melvalien shocked me and comforted me a lot: it turned out that the problem of mutation was not just among us. At that time, I confirmed my guess that the mutation was indeed caused by our natural exposure to the void. This cognition warned me to use the power of the void with great caution in the following years; and that perhaps many children and adults in our guild could be saved, as long as limbs and faces could be removed and reconstructed... But at that time, there were two doubts in my mind:

First, what is the content of the Lord of the Night's test? Will it be difficult to pass? If we can pass, what price will we have to pay?

Second, if there are so many such problems, and the surgeon is only the angel Valier (this word was heavily crossed out and smeared), how can the pharmacist handle it alone?

Later, whenever I think of it, I am glad that I asked this question when I met the noble, beautiful, sacred and great His Highness Curze.

But please allow me to write a separate section for this paragraph.

The precious document I will write down next will be the conversation between His Highness Curze and me at that time, as well as the content of that dreamy and wonderful banquet.

When I asked him humbly and reservedly: How should I call you? My Lord?

He replied: The Lord of the Night, the Midnight Ghost and Conrad Curze are all me now. I am me and will not change because of your names, so you can choose one to call me.

When I asked him hopefully: What kind of temple, altar, dedication and sacrifice should we build for you? What kind of sacrifice do you like?

He replied: I don’t need temples and altars, because my temple is above the starry sky above my head and in the depths of your heart, my altar is the ground under your feet, and your sweat, hard work, loyalty, discipline and reverence for your inner moral justice are my favorite sacrifices.

When I asked him with tears in my eyes: Will you allow us humble people to serve you? My Lord? We will dedicate everything we can.

He answered: I need your proud service, not your humble service; you must never easily dedicate everything you have to any existence, or even a little bit. The dam of the psychic's heart - in the words of this place, the protective wall - is often destroyed by the movement of the first gravel at the base. Remember my words, Sandra of Tessaguarza, you should meditate, steel inside, steel outside, those with a heart of steel practice their will of steel.

At this time, the guardian angels outside the door seemed to have a slight commotion, but they did not come in, and the beast in His Highness Koz's hand showed its sharp teeth and let out a shrill and strange howl - although He was comforted in his broad hands, I still did not dare to look directly at His eyes that seemed to see through my soul, my heart, my life and everything about me. I lowered my head and heard some sounds and short sentences that I am not convenient to list here, but it worked. In the end, the beast messenger still quieted down in dissatisfaction, and our conversation continued.

When I burst into tears and asked him: You are so good to us, what should we do to repay you?

He replied: If you feel so, go back and tell others to happily attend the banquet I am about to hold, then I will feel happy.

After the question and answer session with His Highness, the "Bud Day" banquet was held on the 22nd day of my first spring back on the ground.

Even when I was rushing to attack the enemy in the stinking swamp or the acid rain in the Gobi Desert, or chasing those notorious criminals in the lower level of the hive, I would always remember the banquet of this day.

In fact, due to the large number of participants in this banquet, the menus at each banquet location are inevitably different, but the main food from the Night Lord's Kitchen is the same:

Five stacks of handmade thin breads that were baked to a browned edge with traces of smoke, and on top there was an extremely delicious combination of melted and bubbling fat and protein - I later learned that this was the state of cheese after it was baked; in addition to the unforgettable Rekha coffee that was as fragrant as the future and as bitter as the past, there were two cans of molasses juice in promethium fuel transport tanks, which were soaked with the first fruits produced by the land on this planet. The transport tanks were cleaned and equipped with faucets at the bottom. Everyone could use their own containers to fill a cup or a bowl to drink.

I dare say that at first no one realized that these foods were strange in addition to being extremely delicious and making people feel warm and powerful after eating.

It was not until a latecomer reached out to pick up the last bread and poured out the last cup of molasses that we were surprised to realize that the amount of bread and honey was just right.

When we didn't know how many people would come here today and how much food we would eat.

And in the end, after we communicated with each other in awe, we found that the amount of bread and honey sent to each city and settlement was the same.

Just right, not too much, not too little, not leaving anyone hungry, and not wasting a single cent.

This profound teaching from the Lord of the Night and the miracle he demonstrated will be imprinted in the hearts of all of us who were present at the time.

Tessaguarza and I will never forget it.

(The automaton closed the memoir, and the reader listened to the slight sounds of a series of mechanisms working afterwards, and the memoir was sent back to a sealed storage compartment with inert gas in the depths of darkness.)