Mortarion the Flower Grower

A few hours ago, Han Mingxuan arrived at Mortarion's warship.

Moreover, this time the changes are very significant compared to the last time.

Because he could see flower pots everywhere in the Flagship.

I heard that Mortarion used his Numerology and the I Ching to perform an I Ching.

What do you mean by placing specific varieties of flowers in certain locations to enhance combat effectiveness?

So what Han Mingxuan saw after entering the Flagship was that there were various kinds of flowers every half meter to a meter.

Moreover, because the entire Imperium of Man conquered so many worlds, the variety of these flowers has been constantly increasing.

Compared to the faint smell of decay he smelled when he first arrived on the warship of Mortarion, Han Mingxuan now only smelled a fresh floral fragrance, or rather, a very strong floral fragrance.

"Typhon, where is Mortarion?"

"Sir, my father is not available to see you right now."

"Is it inconvenient? Is there a problem?"

"Just routine maintenance on the Power Armour, sir."

"Alright, I'll wait then."

Typhon then led Han Mingxuan to the reception room.

He waited there for half an hour, but still couldn't see anyone, so he went directly to Mortarion's door.

"Xiao Mo, open the door! It's me."

Mortarion knew, of course, that his Uncle was standing outside the door, but he didn't want his Uncle to see him like this.

Because now his Power Armour is covered in flowers everywhere, and he also has a crown made of flowers next to him.

Knowing that his Uncle was coming, Mortarion was on tenterhooks, as he needed to hide his love for flowers and plants before his Uncle arrived.

Mortarion vividly remembered the shock his Primarch brothers showed when they saw his fondness for large-scale Flower cultivation, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

So, knowing that his Uncle might come at any time, Mortarion had been preparing, but he never expected that his Uncle would arrive on the very day he was least expecting it.

"Uncle, please wait a little longer, I really smell terrible."

"Listen to me, Xiao Mo, it's nothing to have a strong floral scent on you. Just think of it as you wearing a little too much perfume."

"And I saw it on the way here; both your escort ships and your Flagship are filled with all sorts of flowers. There's nothing shameful about that."

"Real?"

"Of course it's true, Xiao Mo. Ever since I started getting to know your brothers, have you ever seen me laugh at you for your personal hobbies?"

Thinking about it that way, it does seem to be true.

Then Mortarion's door opened, and Han Mingxuan immediately saw Mortarion's current condition.

"Young man, you look much healthier than the last time we met."

At least for now, Mortarion's skin looks more like a living, breathing person.

He also wore a wreath on his head, woven from golden chrysanthemums.

"Your flower wreath-making skills are quite good. Have you considered selling flower handicrafts after the Great Crusade ends?"

"Flower handicrafts?"

It's obvious that the initially tense Mortarion has now been swayed by Han Mingxuan.

There was nothing that could be done about it; after all, Han Mingxuan had completely resolved the most troubling and awkward problem in his heart.

Moreover, given Han Mingxuan's reputation throughout the Imperium, Mortarion himself could not muster any suspicion.

"That's certainly a good suggestion, Uncle, but what kind of wreath should use which type of flowers? That requires further research."

"What's there to study? Why not just use your Numerology to calculate it?"

"No, Uncle, just as the I Ching says, 'As heaven maintains vigor through movement, a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement.'"

"Numerology is needed to guide us during wartime, but in daily life, I prefer to experience and enrich my own life."

Han Mingxuan just looked at Mortarion, and at this moment he was very happy, extremely happy.

"I'm so happy for you, Xiao Mo, you've really changed a lot."

"It's all thanks to you, Uncle. Without your guidance, I might still be a poison gas canister right now."

"Haha, then stop hiding it and take me to see your Legion."

Then Mortarion came out, and Han Mingxuan saw the state of Mortarion's Power Armour. It was incredibly vibrant, covered in various flowers.

The two then went together to the Operations Command Room.

Similarly, there was a pot of fresh flowers in the Operations Command Room, though it was just an arrangement.

All sorts of flowers are arranged together, seemingly chaotic, yet each has its own order.

"Uncle, please look."

Mortarion pulled up the relevant data for his Legion's company, and at the same time took out a flower.

"Are you planning to use flowers to represent your Legion?"

"This is just a corresponding designation, Uncle; it's necessary according to the instructions of Numerology."

Then Mortarion took out the most beautiful wild chrysanthemum in full bloom.

"This represents Garro."

"I thought it was Typhon."

"Typhon is not among them, Uncle."

"So that means he's one of the flowers on your breastplate?"

"No, Uncle."

Um?

This is rather strange, since Mortarion should have trusted Typhon a great deal.

Why are there no symbolic signs in sight?

"Could you tell me more about it, Xiao Mo?"

"Uncle, perhaps I've been betrayed, but I'm not sure."

"Betray?"

Seriously? Nurgle hasn't shown his face yet, is he setting things up here?

"Yes, following the guidance of the I Ching and Numerology, I have finally concluded that Typhon's future is Chaos, corrupt, and dark."

"This is just a glimpse into the future, not a definite destiny, Xiao Mo. Often, the things you calculate will subconsciously lead you to align all your actions with your destiny."

"No, Uncle, this isn't just idle talk. I've discovered Typhon's hidden secret."

"A hidden secret?"

Oh no, has Nurgle still not given up?

"I discovered that Typhon can use Psychic Powers, and that he is a very mature and powerful leader, something I hadn't known before."

"Perhaps this is related to your own attitude towards Psychic Powers."

"But he's different, Uncle. He's Typhon. If he had told me about this earlier, I wouldn't have blamed him; I would have even forgiven him."

"He chose to keep it a secret, and there's something even more important."

"What?"

"To this day, he still retains symbols of the ancient Barbarus faith."

Ancient beliefs?

"The same faith as your Xenos adoptive father?"

"Yes."

No... isn't this a bit too fast?