Time Off (2)

"Forget about the wine, come with me to the kitchen and help out."

"Hey, hey, wait a minute, let me moisten my mouth first."

"To moisten the mouth?" Lion El'Jonson gave Russ a strange look.

How could he say such a thing?

"It's really lively, Curze."

"Haha, this is the first time you've all come together for a meal since my Dad and I arrived in Terra. It can't be anything less than lively, Fulgrim, please have a seat."

"Oh, by the way, where are Mortarion and Perturabo? Why haven't I seen them?"

"Mortarion is packing. Perturabo said he was coming, but I haven't seen him yet."

"By the way, where did Lorgar go? I haven't seen him lately."

"Ever since he left Nostramo, he's been busy with matters City of Truth; he's become a complete workaholic."

"Haha, it's rare to see Lorgar so enthusiastic about the Imperial Truth," Vulkan said.

"Don't stand, everyone, please sit down."

"Where have you been again, you little rascal Curze?!"

"Dad's here!"

Seriously, I was just chatting with my buddies for a bit and my Dad caught me.

"I'll go help too," Vulkan said.

Count me in.

"Since Fulgrim is going, I'll go too."

"The Boss, keep an eye on Russ, don't let him sneak a drink. We're leaving now."

Lion El'Jonson didn't speak, but just quietly looked at Russ, Russ awkwardly stroked his beard.

How can I let this barbarian watch me? This will be difficult.

The four of them had just entered the kitchen when they saw someone.

Great Angel.

"What are you doing sneaking food in the kitchen, bro?"

"As my Uncle would say, if the cook doesn't steal, the harvest won't be good."

"Are you a cook?" Ferrus Manus asked skeptically.

"Look, I made all the Fruit salad myself. Try it, it's absolutely delicious."

Turning my head, I saw several large bowls of Fruit salad in the kitchen, with all sorts of varieties.

"You didn't just throw away all the Fruit we brought back from Nostramo, did you?"

How could that be?

That's good.

"Only half was used, about?"

Half?

Or maybe?

"You know what I mean, bro, a cook won't harvest without stealing grain."

Alright, the case is solved.

"But I remember that Baal doesn't seem to produce Fruit. Do you know how to make Fruit salad?"

"You mean this? Here, take it."

The Great Angel then pulled out a cookbook.

"I bought this in Nostramo."

"It's clear that the author of this book is a very discerning gourmet, and he described it in great detail."

Curze didn't open the book; he just glanced at the cover, which clearly stated "The Endless Gourmet," author.

Okay.

He truly is a discerning gourmet; Trazyn not only has a great appetite, but his taste is also impeccable.

"Then you've definitely come to the right person; he's a real gourmand in Nostramo."

"What are you talking about? Curze, come help!"

"Here I am!"

Han Mingxuan was speechless. What was wrong with this kid?

I called him two or three times, and he would only respond, but he never actually appeared.

"Sevatar, go and take a look."

"Okay, Uncle."

"The Boss, Uncle is calling you."

"I'm here, I'm here. What's the rush? I'm here now."

"Hurry up, take these cold dishes out first. Don't wait for me, you and your brothers eat first."

"So fast?"

"What else did you expect? Hurry up," Han Mingxuan said.

"The food is served!"

Curze shouted, and then brought out an enormous portion of various cold dishes.

The other Primarch, seeing this, all gathered around curiously.

"What is this? I've never seen it before."

"Drunken peanuts, cucumber salad, edamame, pig's head meat, and pig's ears—these are all great dishes to accompany drinks."

With drinks?

"Then I won't be polite!"

Bang!

"Lion El'Jonson, what are you doing?"

"No manners! You start eating before everyone's here."

"Why are you being so nosy? Uncle already said we should eat first."

"An elder brother is like a father. Your Uncle lets you eat first because Uncle spoils you. You can't be disrespectful."

"With your appetite, if you start eating, will the brothers have anything left to eat?"

Tsk.

That's terrifying.

The Beasts of the Imperium are teaching the barbarians of the Imperium rules.

This is really weird.

"Agrid, go outside and see if Endymion has arrived."

"Haha, this is really lively!"

That voice... is it Malcador?

Of course, it's not just Malcador.

There are also the Emperor and Horus.

Mortarion and Perturabo came along, followed by two Space Marines.

"Old Ma, why are you only arriving now?"

"Haha, I just finished what I was doing. I hope I'm not too late."

"Oh, not too late, not too late, just in time."

Soon everyone had arrived, and Han Mingxuan began serving the dishes. At the same time, it was time for Russ's favorite part.

Finger-Guessing.

"Russ, are you sure you can handle this?"

"You just want to drink, don't you?"

"Dorn, shut up. I'm having a great time playing with Shell."

"You little Russ, Ruth, you should have said so earlier if you wanted some. Here you go." Curze handed him a jar of wine.

Great teeth!

We can finally drink to our hearts' content!

"Sevatar, please keep an eye on that table."

"No problem, Uncle."

Han Mingxuan set up two tables for the dinner: one for the Emperor and Primarch, and the other for Sevatar and the Primarch' Retinue Army.

Of course, to prevent anyone from drinking too much, Han Mingxuan requisitioned the two Space Marines that Old Ma brought with him.

He sat at the very end of their table.

He would occasionally offer tea, water, and... wine.

The Emperor looked at the scene before him and felt very gratified.

This was the scene he had always dreamed of, and now it had actually come true.

Upon thinking of this, the Emperor looked at Han Mingxuan.

He was warmly greeting his Nephews.

The Emperor is now wondering when he should send Han Mingxuan to bring Angron back.

Han Mingxuan is now a well-known figure in the Imperium, and someone has taken over his Imperium- related affairs, although they are still being handled by Malcador.

Fortunately, Han Mingxuan has already established himself in Terra.

So the next issue is Angron.

Delay could lead to unforeseen problems.

The Emperor's gaze shifted to Sevatar's table and landed on a Blood Angels.

Dante.

I don't know if what he did was right or wrong.

Apart from their communal meal, the Eighth Legion's barracks are now virtually empty.

They were going to visit their cousins.

They were carrying Arbitrator Certificates and chocolates.

The joy of success should naturally be shared with one's closest brothers.

The 20,000 soldiers of the Eighth Legion traversed all the other military camps and garrisons.

For them, it's about sharing joy, but for others, it's just showing off.

See that? The Arbitrator Certificate handwritten by the Gene-Father.

See that? The Father of Night gave out chocolates after the debate was passed.

Tsk.

Why are those guys from the Eighth Legion so annoying?