Home-Brewed Liquor

At the Son of Night Legion's headquarters, everyone who attended the ceremony returned as quickly as possible.

"Why are you back so soon? Did you see the Gene-Father?"

Those who haven't been there yet are eagerly awaiting news from them.

"I saw him!"

"Tell me quickly! What kind of person was our father?"

"Perfect! Absolutely perfect! Just, dignified, gentle, resilient, forgiving, and loving!"

Upon hearing these words, everyone turned to look.

These people may appear to be tidying up, but their ears are actually constantly working.

Hearing the brothers attending the ceremony speak so highly of the Gene-Father, they couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Somewhat... insecure.

"What the hell are you all standing there for?! Get the hell out of here!"

"A combat mission?"

"No, this is even more important than combat missions!"

More important than combat missions?

That can't be true.

Could it be that the Gene-Father is coming to see them?

There is indeed such a procedure.

However, they usually go to see their brothers first, and then to see various high-ranking officials, so that everyone in the Imperium knows about the Primarch's return.

Then he took over the Legion.

However, Lord Sanguinius was different; he went to see the Legion first and did something astonishing.

"The Primarch is coming to see us, and he demands that we tidy up the house and prepare our troops."

"Listen up, all of you! Get your hands dirty! If you embarrass yourselves in front of the adults, you'll get Decimation! Get the hell out of here, quick!"

At the same time, after the return celebration ended, Curze was thinking of checking the Legion's information as soon as possible.

But Horus and the Great Angel stopped them.

What's going on?

"I know you love your son dearly, my brother, but let's meet our brothers first."

Hmm... that makes sense.

"Sevatar!"

"Exist!"

"You take your brothers around and we need to get them some gifts."

Back then, Dad gave each of the five thousand people a personally signed book, but Curze couldn't possibly sign more than ten thousand books; that would be too much trouble.

Moreover, he was unaware of the Legion's situation.

Therefore, there is no need to make a big fuss.

It's necessary to express your feelings and show that you value it, but you shouldn't overdo it.

"Leave it to me, the Boss, no problem."

"Greetings, cousin. I am Sigismund, First Company Primarch Company Commander of the Imperial Fists. The Primarch has appointed me as your guide."

"Thank you very much. Please lead the way."

If it were according to what Sevatar did in Nostramo, he would definitely have interrogated her thoroughly first, but that's not possible now.

This is Terra.

The Boss hasn't taken over the Legion yet, and he's unfamiliar with the place and the people, so being cautious is always the right thing to do.

"You're very cautious, cousin."

"You are also very perceptive, cousin. This is necessary for Judge; meticulousness and caution are both indispensable."

"I agree. Besides, you'll have that insight once you've completed the Astartes modification."

"Astartes modification?" Sevatar asked.

"Yes." Sigismund then recounted the entire process, which made Sevatar frown.

Putting everything else aside, the thought of him calling his the Boss "Dad" is truly unbearable.

If Uncle finds out, he'll think the Boss has some strange fetish, and the Boss will definitely get scolded, and I'll be dragged down with him.

"Tsk, is it impossible not to modify it?"

"Hehe, cousin, without upgrades to improve combat effectiveness, those who can't keep up won't survive long on the battlefield."

Sigh, I've been looked down upon.

Oh well, we'll find out when the time comes. Besides, Trazyn told them to avoid fighting with people as much as possible.

It wouldn't be good if you couldn't control your strength and ended up hitting someone in all sorts of places.

Simply put, Trazyn spared no expense in supporting these five thousand people.

As for strength?

Similar to the Primarch of the smaller version.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to keep up with Curze's pace during training.

However, it's best for Sevatar to keep these things to himself.

My Uncle taught me that the most important thing about being a person can be summed up in two words.

Modesty.

"It seems we really need to do an Astartes modification. After it's done, how about you and I practice?"

Practicing together and being humble are not contradictory.

Sigismund paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Haha! Of course, no problem!"

In the Primarch's Palace, Curze was brought in by Horus and the Great Angel, where he saw the other Primarch.

In fact, he had heard about it many times from the Night Haunter.

"Seeing is believing, my brothers."

Tsk.

This new guy is very enthusiastic.

"Haha! Looks like you really are a Judge, you even speak so formally. Come on, let's have a drink together!"

"Russ, get out of here. Curze just got back, why are you drinking?" The Lord of Drakes interrupted his gluttonous suggestion.

"Actually, I can hold my liquor pretty well," Curze said.

He didn't even get drunk on the Immortal's Drunkenness his Dad brewed.

Of course, the wine jars were labeled "Immortal's Drunkenness," but whether immortals would actually get drunk from it is anyone's guess.

Anyway, Curze gets drunk if he drinks too much.

"Hahaha, Vulkan, did you hear that?!"

"Stop stirring up trouble. Is Fenrisian Mead even alcohol? You're just going to give it to him?"

There's something fishy about this wine.

"Haha, it's alright, Brother Vulkan, I have some homemade wine here."

Homemade wine?

Very well, it's been a long time since Vulkan has tasted wine made by humans.

Seeing the wine that Curze produced as if by magic, the others also became curious.

This is something new and exciting!

"This is a gift my Uncle prepared for me; it's convenient for storing things."

Uncle?

Does he have a father and Uncle?

"Come on, don't just stand there! Since Curze is so enthusiastic, we can't let the conversation fall flat."

Vulkan led Curze to his seat.

Russ brought out a set of drinking bowls, Curze poured wine for everyone.

Horus and the Great Angel knew the potency of the wine, so they drank it in small sips.

But Russ didn't care about any of that.

Russ gulped it down in one go.

"Burp! This liquor is good, it's potent!"

"Again!"

"Take it easy, this alcohol can be very potent, and what's the point of just drinking it like that?"

"What? You look down on my way of drinking?"

"It's not that I look down on it, I just have a more fun method."

"Something more fun?"

Russ became interested when this was mentioned.

Do you know what Finger-Guessing is?

Finger-Guessing?

What is that?

"Want to learn the drinking games my Dad taught me? I can teach you; it's way more fun than just drinking straight."

Come on!

Soon, Russ learned the rules and movements of the Finger-Guessing.

Then...

"Good brothers! Rise up! Five-starred hands! Six six six! Russ! Drink!"

"Again!"

"May you prosper in all four seasons! Drink!"

"Again!"

"Gaosheng liquor! Brother, you're great! Drink up!"

"I refuse to believe it! Let's try again!"

Then...

Curze managed to get Russ to drink an entire jar of Immortal's Drunkenness.

"How... how is this possible! I am Russ Wolf King! I am the Primarch! How could I possibly lose?!"

"My brother, I am Primarch too."

If you become strong and I become strong, it's the same as neither of us becoming stronger.

In the end, a fight still comes down to wild, uncontrolled punches.

It's the same principle.

Haha, Curze pretty wicked.