Dimensional space.
Garden World, castle.
In the castle's spacious hall rather than its dining room, a broad table had been set out, laden with an extravagant spread of dishes.
Qin Mo had brought some animals and plants from ancient Terra that the research department had just restored. The Primarchs sat around the table, and those animals and plants had been prepared and placed before them.
Qin Mo sat at the head of the long table, with Lady Ayesha to his left and Angron to his right.
"Thank you, ma'am." Qin Mo spoke to Ayesha with complete sincerity. "I know taking care of them hasn't been easy, but you did it, and you did it very well, just as you cared for those children in the Nomad Tribe. Lord of Thunder and I are equally grateful to you."
Ayesha lightly waved her iron hand. "I like these little ones. Being able to care for them is my honor."
"Thank you." Qin Mo looked at Angron. "Thank you for helping Lady Ayesha care for your brothers."
Angron merely smiled.
He could feel his brothers' happiness. He was so delighted that he could not even speak.
"Let us begin our meal." Qin Mo picked up his chopsticks.
"Wait!" Lorgar suddenly spoke up, raising a hand with a suggestion. "I suddenly feel that we ought to have some sense of ceremony."
Qin Mo nodded.
Lorgar closed his eyes and pressed his palms together. "Lord, thank you for granting us such a lavish dinner. Thank you for granting us such a wonderful life. Thank you..."
"Didn't I tell you not to sneak a look at Magnus's books?" Qin Mo frowned.
Magnus looked at Lorgar with a wicked grin. "I told you that book on religious development wasn't for a little brat like you."
Lorgar had