Lin Fan called out to Delia from afar, telling her not to scare the soldiers too badly. A little punishment was enough.
Delia formed a heart with her mechanical arms. She knew where to draw the line. She had learned this method from the regiment's medics—making the soldiers feel unbearable discomfort without actually harming their bodies.
Lin Fan returned to the room. The moment he saw the faint glow, he knew Trazyn had arrived. Earlier, he had felt the pendant turn even colder, like a doctor's stethoscope, making him rather uncomfortable.
"Oh, my friend. You finally returned. I knew we would meet again."
Trazyn looked carefree, but cautious by nature, he still raised a hand and used a dimensional membrane to isolate the area.
"Trazyn, you came at just the right time. Thank you for looking after the 37th Regiment."
Lin Fan was deeply sincere. After all, war in this damned universe was so cruel that not even a Space Marine could guarantee he would survive the next battle.
Trazyn merely waved his hand. To him, this was no more than a trivial favor.
"I am more curious about your... story. I can tell there are hidden traces within it. I can trade you a complete story, and as for the price, I will offer you a fair value based on what I hear."
Since he could trade stories for things, Lin Fan told Trazyn about his experiences from beginning to end.
When Trazyn first heard of the White Scars Primarch, he did not react much. The faintly glowing green eye merely flickered once. But when Lin Fan went on to mention dating Slaanesh, Trazyn's hand stopped swirling the wineglass.
"Are you serious? You? Dating the emotional tides of the Warp?"
"Ah... more or less. Darling? Darling, come out for