Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 387 Interlude Sol Tarvitz’s Doubts (1)

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This was a conversation that probably took place before the opening of the "delicious and nutritious" restaurant after the heroic rebels on Istvan III were miraculously brought back with Angron Petra.

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"Can I beg you to spare a moment of your time, Your Highness?"

Just after the morning meeting, Perturabo and I walked along the iron corridor on the Destiny Steel, which was now arranged as a beautiful and wide simulated avenue with sunlight shining through the gaps in the leaves, to their offices. Mr. Lamizane Carosini was walking out of his room when he was boldly stopped by an unexpected person.

Lamizane looked at the Astartes who dared to stop them with some surprise.

His purple and gold-painted power armor is still the original old one. It has been scrubbed but still retains the traces of the tragic battle. The helmet has been taken off and locked around his waist.

This space warrior has shoulder-length, smooth white hair and a resolute expression. A corner of his forehead is completed by a piece of gold-plated ceramic steel. This obvious repair mark makes him only considered upright among his brothers. The face that is handsome but not celestial seems to have a kind of intimacy that is closer to cousins.

"Captain Sol Tarvitz?" The face of His Highness Perturabo, who was smiling sincerely and kindly, did not shock the Emperor's Children officer as much as others - he had never been able to get it before. He was promoted, so he did not participate in many occasions that required the appearance of senior officers, but he could still maintain his dignity in front of the wonders of this galaxy.

"I am no longer a company commander, Your Highness." The former Emperor's son, who was wearing gold and purple power armor, saluted again. His movements were with a trained elegance, more like a simple military salute. "I know this is very important. Offended, but I still venture to ask you to give me some time alone.”

A sinister sneer began to emanate from the Dreadnought helmet where the Border Collie sat.

"Alone?! Fulgrim's cub?!" a certain black-and-white dog grinded his teeth, "Look! Lamizane Carosini! It's all you! You spoiled them all into lawlessness! I think it's random There are more and more brats here with all kinds of overly lax bloodlines. It’s time to restore the glorious eleven-kill management system of the Fourth Army!”

"Shh, shh, this is not an excessive request. It's okay (he swallowed half of the word "good" in his mouth)... It's okay, Perturabo, I am idle anyway..."

"If you are too busy, you can come and help me do more things, such as reconciliation! My accounts will never be finished!"

"Isn't that because you are always worried about the things I have done and it takes more time to double check the results?"

[Okay, just for a moment, I can rub your ears and chin for you later, Peppa Pig. 】

【snort! ! ! ! ! 】

[…I’ll make Glocks bone broth for you for lunch later, and I’ll make it myself. 】

【……snort……! 】

【Legs with skin. 】

[Okay, I have to...]

[Crust skin, milky white soup, stewed fan bone until crispy enough to grind teeth, tube bone with bone marrow, a little bit of leek, a little bit of pepper. 】

[Hmm, cough, cough! Well, I'll work in the room next to the office, remember, only for a while! Spending too much time with these brats who look so much like their father makes me want to hang them somewhere. 】

[Okay, no problem. Just work with peace of mind. That's settled. 】

After reaching an agreement with his black-and-white plush tyrant pet dog in his mind like lightning, his blue eyes like glaciers in the sun turned to the nervous Tavitz.

"Can I spare some time for you... to be alone... Anyway, you come with us first."

When the anxious Tavitz followed them into the bright office, he, like many people who came here for the first time, was immediately attracted by the interior design here.

There are no complicated and gorgeous decorations and trophies that people are used to seeing in the rooms of the supreme lord or the original body. Everything is controlled in an area where simplicity and magnificence make the eyes feel balanced, even if it is The dome murals were also so soft and bright. After a while, Tavitz realized that this was because the light source here did not have candles, and the lumens were cleverly embedded inside. After multiple reflections and refractions, they softly and evenly sprinkled in every corner of the room. and in the eyes of visitors.

Every turn and every column was a model of perfect cutting in mathematical calculations. This made Tavitz feel a sense of comfort. He turned his eyes and saw the neatly stacked desks on one side of the wall. The documents on display covered half of the items on display, and I recognized a few of them, and my eyes widened in surprise.

"Come on, sit down. What do you want to see me for? Is it the maintenance of weapons and equipment or something else that you are not used to? Oh, by the way, what would you like to drink? Tea? Coffee? Juice? Water?"

Lamizane sat down behind his desk. Behind the carved office chair, which also perfectly combined elegance and simplicity, was a black void shining with light and stardust as fine as sugar. The planet they were parked on could be seen under their feet. Light blue arc at the edge of the atmosphere.

Tavitz, who struggled to look away from a certain display, became a little reserved because of this overly kind and equal tone, "Water, water is fine. Thank you, Your Highness."

Watching the fearless man named Master Khadomo, who was obviously still a little angry, carrying Perturabo inside into the room next to the office and slamming the door hard, a glass of water was placed in front of Sol Tavitz.

Astarte's senses told him that this was still a glass of warm water, very pure, the temperature was 40 degrees, and it just went into his throat.

"Then. Let's talk. Tavitz." The way the other party looked at him was interesting at first, Thor thought, as if he had known him a long time ago.

"Your Highness, I would like to ask..." the former Commander of the Emperor's Children considered his words, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Huh?" The demigod leaned back and seemed a little surprised to receive such an unexpected answer.

"I mean, you should know what kind of power you have in your hands now, right?"

"What? Do I have any decent power in my hands now?" The thick black eyebrows wrinkled in confusion, and Sol Tarvitz boldly searched the original body's face for expressions of amusement or ridicule. No. It seemed like this half of the Iron Lord was genuinely wondering. "No matter what you want to ask, we are still too weak now, Tavitz."

His face became serious, and as the demigod's expression became serious, it seemed that even the temperature in the office began to drop.

"Too weak?" The officers of the Emperor's Children, who had long been accustomed to being commanded or fighting together, were also slightly moved. "Here... there are two Glory Queens, a battle barge and two cruisers! Especially - "

He emphasized his tone, "These two Glory Queens not only have regular Space Marines, but they are also led by the original body!" According to his observation, His Highness Angron Petra is very rare, both He is generous and obviously willing to obey his elder brother's arrangements in important matters.

The person on the other side looked at Sol Tavitz with a very strange look for a long time.

"Yes, there are indeed such ships and warriors," he said, "but only iron... the Destiny Steel and the original 1st, 2nd and 10th companies are mine. If I want a new ship, I have to think of something else. Way. The Forge World of Belakaan is not good at building ships. Thor Tarvits, did you make a mistake? That is Angron Petra's fleet, not mine. There are very few things, but I hope I can save up everything I want little by little. After all, no matter how much others give you, it’s not as good as your own.”

Now it was Sol Tarvitz's turn to stare in disbelief.