Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 1163 Nanny
Dinner is over.

Elsa cleared the dishes as usual.

She didn't have to do it, but she felt she could teach the Primarchs how to take care of themselves and how to live like a mortal.

To do this, Elsa even had the logistics machinery print twenty-one sinks long ago.

The little Primarchs lined up and were taken to the back kitchen by Ms. Aisha, and then they went to the sink to wash their dishes as usual.

But considering that the Primarchs were not mortals after all, such things would only be done after dinner.

While the primarchs were washing the dishes carefully, Qin Mo was ready to leave, but Elsa found him.

When Qin Mo thought Elsa had some request, the lady's first words were about Luo Jia.

"You seem to be too harsh on Lorgar..."

Hearing Elsa say this, Qin Mo answered without hesitation.

"Lorgar is a typical person who only responds to hard things, believe me."

As he said that, Qin Mo turned around and started to collect the hair of the original body that he had collected.

These hairs would allow the Emperor to test the physiological state of the Primarchs in the laboratory and determine whether they were healthy and growing up, although the Emperor said: "If their physiological state indicates that they can participate in the war, they must participate in the Unification War."

When the Emperor said this before, Qin Mo scratched his eye and responded calmly: "Really? I thought you wanted to observe whether the Primarchs are thriving. I see that you seem to care about this very much."

While tidying up his hair, Qin Mo said to Aisha, "You should also be tougher with Luo Jia. I know you feel that your strength is not enough to make you act tough in front of him, but believe me, even if you are just better than him in momentum, he will be obedient."

Hearing this, Elsa was silent for a moment.

She has taken care of the Primarchs for such a long time, how could she not know their personalities?

only……

To these Primarchs, transhumans.

There was a trace of fear in Elsa's heart.

That is the fear that mortals must have when facing the Primarchs, just as mortals feel fear when facing demons.

Caring for the Primarchs would curb this fear, but when Aisha really taught a Primarch a lesson, she would uncontrollably wonder whether she could do so.

"Look. The primarchs had hair and muscles when they were babies." Qin Mo grasped a handful of hair. "I don't know if this is the Lord of Thunder's bad taste or what. Maybe he has seen a spoof version of 300 Spartans."

Elsa covered her mouth and chuckled, then took out a towel from her waist and rolled up the original body's hair in Qin Mo's hand into it for easier storage and carrying.

After finishing his work, Qin Mo turned around and left the dimensional space.

The Primarchs had also finished washing the dishes.

"Time for bed kids."

Aisha walked towards the kitchen.

As usual, the little primarchs formed a long line and walked towards the accommodation area in the castle.

Aisha walked in front with an oil lamp. Whenever they passed a room with a Q-version Primarch's head printed on it, one or two of the little Primarchs behind Aisha would be missing.

By the time they reached the twentieth room, Elsa was the only one left.

But today is not over yet.

Elsa returned to the first room at the end of the corridor.

"Are you asleep, Ryan?"

The door was pushed open, and Ryan, who was lying on the bed, heard Elsa calling him, turned over and covered his head with the quilt: "It's time to sleep."

Elsa smiled and sat down in front of the bed. She took out a book from her arms and began to narrate: "Let me continue with yesterday's knight's story..."

"I'm not a kid like my brothers." Ryan still covered his head. "I don't need a story to fall asleep."

"You always refuse, but you will still listen when I insist." Elsa continued with a smile, "A knight named Saint John finally came to the dragon's nest under the guidance of the great magician and challenged the evil dragon deep in the nest. The evil dragon was extremely powerful and possessed the power of earth-shaking destruction. It could release lightning that caused the sky to collapse and the earth to split apart just by raising its hand..."

"What kind of dragon can destroy the world and release lightning?" Ryan questioned in his quilt, "What a childish story."

Elsa smiled, shook her head, and continued speaking.

The story continued until the moment when St. John sealed the dragon. Elsa listened to Ryan's breathing, then stood up and left the room, closing the door gently.

She returned to her room, picked up a book about a saint from ancient times who was famous for his poverty and purity, and went to the room where the second Primarch was.

Until another Primarch was coaxed to sleep, Elsa got up and left the room, closed the door gently, returned to her room, and picked up a book.

Each Primarch has his or her favorite bedtime story.

Of course, regardless of whether a Primarch verbally indicated that he was willing to listen.

Elsa did not return to her room until all twenty-one primarchs were lulled to sleep with bedtime stories.

I rubbed my shoulders, moved my neck, then sat down at my desk and wrote today’s diary about the Primarchs.

When the mechanical bird went in and out of the clock on the wall, Elsa stood up, carrying the oil lamp, and walked out of the room to the corridor.

"Are you all asleep?"

Aisha asked.

no respond.

Until about half a minute later, a voice came from a room: "Asleep, ma'am."

"Don't hang around the cliffs tonight, Curze."

Elsa returned to her room with a lamp and officially began to rest.

Elsa didn't know that every Primarch lying on the bed in the Primarch's room opened his eyes after hearing Elsa's steady breathing while she slept.

The day in the dimensional space ended successfully.

(End of this chapter)