Warhammer: Start with a dog

"I have to admit, this apple and peach pie tastes really good, Master Honsou. The taste and ingredients are truly worthy of a little tactical raid."

Only a few small crumbs of food and two Astartes-sized forks were left on the eighteen-inch metal baking pan. The Potion Master and his apprentice sat on either side, holding the remains of the Chapter monks. Surrounded by the amniotic trough, medical cabin and various biological specimens, I enjoyed the last moments of a beautiful midnight snack.

"Of course, didn't you see it when you went there recently? The menu notice board in the officers' canteen said that due to raw material supply and preservation issues, this very popular snack is now available in limited quantities every day. Even Space Marines only have There is a limit of half a purchase per person, while supplies last, first come, first served.”

"Half? Each person?" His apprentice raised his white eyebrows and glanced at the complete baking sheet, which once had an entire apple and peach pie on it.

"Oh, I used your quota as well. After all," his teacher and superior said without changing his face, "As the only pharmacist master and apprentice in this battle group and on this ship, we are one, you What’s mine is mine, and what’s mine is still mine.”

"This sounds like you are taking advantage of me, Master Honsou."

"Ha! Little Niraido, don't speak so seriously, as if I really took advantage of you, tut tut."

"Or to use an ancient Terran idiom that is not so appropriate: borrow flowers to offer to the Buddha."

"Oh? How do you say this short sentence...?" Hong Suo looked amused, "It is difficult for our tongue muscles to pronounce such syllables accurately, JIE_HUA_XIA_FU? It seems that you and your fast-reading are stupid My dear friend, I did read a lot in the big library... Maybe one day I should go and have a look, where is the library you went to?"

His young apprentice raised his eyebrows in surprise again.

"I thought you'd been there a long time ago."

"Ha! I don't have much free time to go to that kind of relaxing place. Just the ongoing and upcoming experiments that need to be monitored and maintained every day, and the group of, ahem, constant emergencies are enough for now. I'm busy."

"The library is not the kind of place where you can relax, Master Honsou, and we don't go there just for idleness."

"Okay, okay." The Potion Master paused and waved his hand with a helpless, weird but not angry look, as if he could brush away the conversation just now.

The master of pharmacy pointed at the ancient guide book that Parogov was reading just now on the experimental table. The cover of the book was mottled with weather and frost, and you could still see a large eagle-headed lightning seal struck across the cover. It was about the size of a The semi-melted fire paint mark in the shape of a capital I and the gorgeous wings carefully pasted on faded gold foil with almost no detail visible underneath.

"Although this Apothecary's Guide was written a long time ago, its content is very detailed. It has almost studied the physiology of Space Marines to the extreme. All possible classic situations and conjectures have been written down... Sometimes I am really curious about it. Who is the author? As far as my intuition goes, if this guy didn’t die in the endless wars in the past, he would definitely have left something in this galaxy or become famous.”

"Personally, though," the Chaos Space Marine said, leaning back in his chair (and shifting his medical pack to make it more comfortable), shaking one hand with the skull icon etched on it. Halo's coffee cup, "Being a pharmacist still cannot completely follow the steps of the predecessors...Although the reference materials are very useful, they are, to put it bluntly, just stepping stones and more advanced stepping stones. As Chapter Leaders, we are valued As a pharmacist, for the future of the Chapter, we must pay attention to practice to gain true knowledge, little Nilaydoa."

His apprentice also picked up his still hot coffee cup and took a sip, "What you said sounds a bit heretical. Master Hongso, the genetic sages of Luna, Mars and other places must have a lot to say about this." I want to tell you."

"Ha! You are so full of witty words today, do you want to make me laugh to death? Little Niraido, if those mechanical scavengers have anything to say, just come and ask. Can a large part of them still be considered human beings? I have doubts, I have never seen so many people in all these years who are so busy and not good at it."

"Oh? The Mechanicum's exploration team has always been known for its adventurous spirit of challenging the unknown and going on and on. Why do you evaluate them like this?"

"Ha! It sounds like the heroic theme of such an illusory and beautiful fairy tale! Little Nilaydoa, did you accidentally read any thousand-year-old antique books in the library? So that you had this strange hallucination about them? Already? When I was in Medlengard, the black oil guy under my command was more like a human being in some aspects than some of the Martian oil guys. Regarding this, there are some short stories that I have seen before. I can tell you if you want to hear them. Talk about it. - Well, let me first look at the maintenance levels of these temperatures and endocrine hormones -"

Honso turned his head, stretched out his hand, turned several knobs and buttons on the bronze and brass panel of a large meditator, and checked the monitoring data and real-time conditions. "Okay, no problem, then, let me talk to you..."

Honso's dark eyes flashed with evil amusement.

Parogov raised his white eyebrows for the third time.

"I'd like to hear the details."

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After hours of the pharmacist's enthusiastic lectures on ancient times and more pouring of piping hot Reka coffee, what Parogov finally received was——

A head full of vivid sailing and battle stories, descriptions of battle scenes, not-so-honest or practical (hee) tricks used in various battles, and many different views on the soldiers of the 7th, 13th, or other legions. Colloquial term, and the real theme here: a biting mockery and scalpel-like commentary on what many members of the Adeptus Mechanicus have become.

Finally, the apothecary's apprentice walked thoughtfully down the main passage leading to the monastery's great library. The automatic lumens on the Destiny Steel indicated that it was the time between midnight and pre-dawn. Even Space Marines who did not need to rest often Will choose to take a short nap at this moment to better restore energy.

A group of Domitar-class mechs on routine patrol passed by him. They were well-maintained, and the gear emblem of the Adeptus Mechanicus on their bodies looked fresh and bright.

The leader was a "Silver Skull" veteran who decorated his power armor in a way that compared to others.

When the other party saw his face, he obviously choked and put his hand on the weapon, but finally said hello to him.

"Brother Nilaidoa! Are you going to the Hall of Omens so late?"

"Yes." The apothecary apprentice replied calmly, "I have something to ask...Robert."

"Oh, he should still be at his teacher's place. When I passed by, I saw the no-disturbance warning light on at the door of Maatra's residence."

"Thanks, then I guess I can wait for him for a while."

The other party nodded, sighed, "You guys really have a good relationship," and left.

The apprentice pharmacist continued walking forward.

Gua.

Chapter 2 Night.

so cold!

Before evening, I felt strangely cold and found that Piren seemed to have turned off the heater at some point during the night (