Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 41 Ships

The sun was setting behind the mountains and the light was dimming.

In the Royal Palace of Locus, the shadowy darkness in the countless intertwined corridors is driven by the unimpeded wind.

From one passage to another, different whispers are quietly communicating with each other, those whispered conversations, music, laughter, ambiguous play, come quietly from this room, quietly from that room past.

It is almost impossible to find the real source of every kind of chattering sound, just like another mysterious sky hidden in the reflection behind the palace. Something that is not white is about to move in the dark silence.

For Andos, this is a nightlife he has known since childhood.

His sensitive nature made him happy to observe all the shadowy phantoms in this world, and draw from them the nourishment he would put into his creation.

Before anyone taught him, he understood that art must come from various experiences in life.

During the day, if he is not in the workshop indulging in some detail that makes him feel happy, he is wandering around the market and nature, using concentrated observation to add real and vivid mood to his works, while interacting with everyone who comes to him. Say hello to the smiling citizens and wish them a happy life today.

At night, he was sometimes inside the palace and sometimes outside.

In the dead of night, the excessive hustle and bustle subsided into tranquility. Through the dew, cold air and mist, he could often hear the rhythm of the world's own activities in a semi-sleep state from the sparse light and shadow and the gentle night.The mountains were breathing, shadows were passing by him, and all the emptiness was whispering to him.

He couldn't help but be immersed in it. This was a far more inextricable enjoyment than the dizziness after drunkenness and carnival.

Andros was passing by a moonlit alley when someone recognized him.

It is not surprising that he has at least one fate with too many citizens of the capital.

Andos was just a little surprised that anyone was still awake at this time.

"Prince, it's getting late, why don't you go back to rest?" The girl's voice came out from the window clearly, and then the crimson curtain was pulled open by a few Bai Shengsheng's slender fingers, revealing a man behind the curtain. The young girl has a pretty face, her light-colored eyes are pious and cheerful, and her rose-like lips are filled with comforting joy.

The warm light behind her fell on Andos in the street, and suddenly the entire silence and darkness dispersed like mist, and the coldness of the entire city melted on the girl's white porcelain fingertips.

The whispers of this world are even more solemn, and there are almost real singing, dancing music and charming oil fragrance from inside.

Andos felt that the place on the back of his hand that was exposed to the sun was warm and warm, and there was a very pleasant eddy current in his blood vessels, and a strange intoxication was surging in his heart.

In this moment, thousands of statues and paintings about girls were completed in his brain without thinking, and the inspiration from heaven has never been so full for a moment, or for the first time in many years , Mysterious revelations and mystical omens all drilled into his heart.

His footsteps couldn't help but retreat, as if he was trying to run back to the workshop, bringing thousands of dreamy smiles and thousands of desperate cries to this boring and barren world without sleep.

The girl stretched out her arms, which were plumper and smoother than the skin of the delicious fruit, hung the curtain on the hook by the window, leaned her chin on the window sill: "Prince, why don't you answer me?"

"Oh..." Andos woke up a little from his dream, and the girl in front of him became more vivid.He tried to warn himself to be sober and not to have any thoughts about a kind-hearted girl - they didn't know each other at all, and they didn't understand her at all.

However, as soon as he thought that he would not have much communication with her in the future, the prince's sweet heart immediately withered as if a dead branch was about to die.

"I'm here... just walking around." Andos replied drunkenly, even though he hadn't drank a drop of wine in a long time. "I'll go back later."

After he finished speaking, he secretly felt pain in his heart, and the pain quickly turned into hatred and gathered into a terrible thought.Now he actually wants to kill this girl whom he has never met before and take her away.

This unreasonable emotion made him astonished, and the strong sense of guilt and shame combined extremely strongly, and Andos cursed his own evil thoughts with all the words he had learned in his life.How could he be so vicious?

The girl gave him a toothy smile and said, "We can't let the prince be alone on the street. Do you want to come and sit in the house for a while?"

There was a rolling warmth on Andos's back, rolling down his spinal cord towards his face.His wrists were sore and numb, and his fingertips felt as heavy as if they had been cast from molten gold.

He wanted to retreat awkwardly, but it seemed as if a very powerful hand stretched out on the flat road, grabbing his legs and feet abruptly.

"No!" he yelled loudly, "I'm going back, citizen!"

Despite shouting like this, he couldn't move away. He blamed it on his own despicability.

The girl's brows drooped pitifully, and her bright eyes, which seemed to be filled with countless colors, were also fogged up.Her sadness made Andos dizzy, and even his soul was consumed by her tears.

The girl lowered her head and rummaged in the small cupboard by the window. Andos couldn't control his fascination with her every move.

After a while, the girl said "Ah" in surprise and took out a delicate model the size of her palm. When she got it to the window, Andos saw clearly that it was a small sailboat.

The girl pulled out a thin needle from the mast of the ship, and let the needle lie in her palm, and her upper body leaned out of the window softly, so that Andos could take the needle from her hand.

"This is a small dagger." She teased, "Take it and have a look, you can't refuse me anymore, my prince."

Andos stretched out his hands, and the small needle gently fell from the girl's hand and slipped into Andos' palm.

Some of his remaining will told him that the small needle was a miniature dagger with how finely carved, but what was reflected in his eyes was only the afterimage left by the girl's white jade finger, and the little bit where the fingertip touched his skin The child is densely itchy.

"Does it look good?" The girl giggled, "Then I will give you my boat as well, my prince. It carries my heart."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Andos to utter a word of rejection, the small sailboat with a gold background and a silver border trimmed with bright red blood jade fell into the hands of Andos.Even the thin little dagger returned to the mast of the sailboat at some point.

Andos' footsteps were walking as if in a dream, and he drifted out of the alley in a daze, trembling and joy closely connected with the passion all over his body.

He was trembling in a daze, the world was trembling in a daze before his eyes, the noise of the wind became extremely small, only the strong stimulation of the blood flowing through the blood vessels through the heart and then bursting out was left.

Soon, even this unstoppable burning pleasure was suppressed by emptiness, and he sank into a quagmire of numbness.

Only when he lowered his head and glanced at the small sailboat in his hand could his senses and desires become intense again. The world around him responded to him in the endless anxiety and urgency, making him extremely eager to merge into this burning world. Go into everything.

He stared at the small sailboat fascinatedly for a while, and suddenly realized that he must not take other people's belongings, so he hurriedly walked back in pain, and wanted to return the sailboat.

However, after the lights were turned off, the window of that girl was as dark as the windows of other houses just now, and he couldn't find it anyway, so he could only go back to the palace with the small sailboat in his arms full of unease and uncontrollable joy. It rested in the farthest corner of the house among several wooden shelves.

Even though the workmanship of the little sailboat was incomparable, he couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

(End of this chapter)