"By the way, have those bugs on the edge of the newly opened Sector been up to anything lately?" the young man asked casually, as though asking about tonight's weather.
"The Necrontyr and those Krork are leading patrols out there. The defensive line is solid as a mountain. Since the Great Unification, our technology has advanced explosively. Those bugs are on their last legs now," Jian Ya reported respectfully.
"Good, then. Is Big'un getting used to sitting on the Throne? He hasn't been throwing tantrums behind my back, has he?" the young man asked.
Jian Xing's heart gave a violent twitch. "Big'un"? In this universe, anyone else who dared use that name for the sacred Emperor seated on the Throne on Terra would probably have been chopped into mincemeat by the Adeptus Custodes already.
Yet Jian Ya's expression remained unchanged. He even sighed. "His Majesty is doing well. He just can't shake his workaholic habits. You know what he's like-he likes to handle everything himself."
"He was born to toil." The young man pursed his lips, set down his bowl and chopsticks, and let out a satisfied burp.
Jian Xing listened in bewilderment from the side. At last, he could not resist interjecting. "Um... are you my great-grandfather's old comrade? I don't think I've ever seen your name in a history book."
Hearing this, the young man turned to Jian Xing, a mischievous smile flickering in his eyes. He pulled out a tissue, wiped his mouth, then stood and stretched luxuriously.
"A comrade? Not really. I'm just an idler who likes wandering around." The young man walked over to Jian Xing and patted the boy's rather slight shoulder. "It's only right that my name isn't in the textbooks. History ought to be nice and simple. Having to remember too many