Chapter 775

In the end, the number of people going fishing was set at five.

To put it more plainly, aside from Sanguinius and Guilliman, who had stayed behind in that office, everyone else had run off. Leman Russ, the chief culprit, had led the way, and the rest had fled with perfectly clear consciences.

"There's really a place to fish on the ship?" Angron asked, his expression odd.

"Of course there is—why wouldn't there be?" the Mage said with a shrug. "Am I not allowed to fish?"

Angron looked at the floor, then at the walls, then at the ceiling. "...I just feel like fishing on the Vengeance is kind of bizarre."

"If you think it's too bizarre, we can fish outside instead," the Mage said calmly. "I can move the fishing spot, then pinch an asteroid into being. The five of us can sit on it and fish."

Never mind Angron—even Russ, whose interest had returned, shuddered at the thought of that scene.

"I'm still very worried about the two of them," Fulgrim said. "When we left, the atmosphere in there could hardly be called good."

The Khan said something startling. "Want to make a bet? I think Robert will come see us tomorrow with a black eye."

The first to respond was naturally the Wolf King. Without the slightest hesitation, he nodded. "Good! I bet two. What are the stakes?"

"No talking for a month," the Khan said with a toothy smile. "What do you think?"

"That—"

Russ hesitated a little, but not for long. The Khan's next words made him nod at once. "And two casks of Glyph Array's special fine wine, Chogoris style. How about it?"

"I agree!"

"Good. Then the wager is complete silence for one month. You can't make a sound even when drinking water.