The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Do you know how many Inquisitors are in the Maelstrom right now? Do you know that the Department of Justice's smuggling ships are everywhere? And you dare to bring those few aliens out for a stroll! Orks! Hrud! Demiurg! What else! Did you even bring a Necron!? Do you know that if you get caught, even nine heads wouldn't be enough to chop off!"

Rozhim quickly shook his head.

"No, no, no, absolutely not, what Necron, never heard of it."

Then he muttered softly.

"Isn't your wife also—"

"Still arguing back, I—"

Sorshyan stood up with a whoosh, circling Rozhim with a face full of anger, then nodded and said:

"Fine, fine, fine, I can't control you anyway, since you like adventure so much, then you don't have to return to the Chapter in the future, go adventure wherever you want, no one will care about you! Ah, our Chapter can't accommodate a great adventurer like you!"

"What's going on, so much anger?"

At this moment, the office door opened, and Veronica walked in with a helpless expression, carrying desserts and drinks.

"They're all the best brothers, it's not a big deal, the warriors all like Rozhim very much, and the Chapter's cafeteria is always filled with laughter, if he's gone, wouldn't the Chapter be suffocated? Don't be angry, let's all have something to eat."

After putting down the plate, Veronica looked at Rozhim, who had a helpless expression, and smiled:

"But I didn't realize that you're quite good at making friends, Rozhim. The Hrud are notoriously timid and xenophobic, and even the most excellent Eldar diplomats have difficulty communicating with them. In a way, being able to get to know them and even become friends with them is a skill."

Being praised by Veronica like this, Rozhim immediately smiled like a flower.

"Hehe, as long as everyone talks nicely, it's actually nothing—"

But Sorshyan immediately interrupted him.

"Veronica, don't praise him, this bastard doesn't know who he is when he's praised! Discipline, Rozhim, do you even know what discipline is in your head? Violating the Chapter's discipline again and again, what do you think this is? The warriors like you, you should set an example for them, not make a joke out of everyone! Last time you were caught by the Penitent, this time it's good that we're our own people, if you were caught by other Chapters, do you know that you might already be dead!?"

"Chapter Master, I know I'm wrong—"

"You know? You don't know anything! I bet you'll do it again next time for sure!"

"Sorshyan, saying a few words is enough, nothing happened, and Rozhim didn't do anything."

"Don't speak up for him, he's playing with fire! Playing with his life! Luck won't always be so good! Besides, if you want to adventure, can't you go to some safer places? Do you have to run to the war zone? Are you afraid that others won't find out?"

Saying that, he took two steps and sat back in his chair, looking at Veronica.

"You go out first, I'll talk to him alone."

"You—"

"Please go out, okay?"

Veronica pursed her lips, gave Sorshyan a glare, and left the office.

Suddenly, the room fell silent again, Sorshyan just looked at Rozhim, not knowing what he was thinking. Rozhim was a little uncomfortable being stared at, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to the table.

"Can I… can I have a biscuit? I haven't eaten anything all day…"

Seeing that Sorshyan didn't make any movements, he took a biscuit and carefully took a bite.

Suddenly, the other party moved and said slowly:

"Rozhim, answer me seriously, what exactly do you want to do?"

"I… I'm just bored in the fortress… and I happen to be short of money, so I thought of coming to the Maelstrom to earn some…"

After speaking, he reached out and took a pastry.

Sorshyan sighed helplessly.

"If that's really the case, I'll appoint you as the governor of a planet in the Maelstrom and let you live a carefree life, would you be willing?"

Rozhim shook his head vigorously.

"I was born a Chapter man, and I'll die a Chapter soul. I can't leave my brothers, and you, at ease."

Sorshyan rubbed his forehead.

"Why can't you suppress that restless heart of yours?"

"Well… I'm still a bachelor, unlike you who can hug a beautiful wife and live a married life every day…"

"Shut up."

Sorshyan scolded softly, then raised his chin.

"Sit down."

Rozhim sat down, then picked up the cup containing the drink, took a sip, and smacked his lips.

"Sister-in-law's craftsmanship is not bad, is this Eldar food? It tastes pretty good, maybe it's a marketing point."

"Hey, hey, hey."

Sorshyan tapped the table with his finger.

"I told you to explain things, not to do a food review here."

"Ex… explain what?"

"What have you been doing during this time!"

"Uh… oh…"

Then Rozhim went over everything that had happened along the way, but he also held back some things, such as that mysterious young man. During the process of listening, Sorshyan's brow was always tightly furrowed, and never relaxed, until Rozhim mentioned that they encountered a Daemon Prince and Dark Angels in the underhive of Tranquility II, he finally couldn't help but groan while supporting his forehead with his hands on the table.

"You really know how to find me trouble…"

"Nothing happened, we all ran out."

Rozhim still had that nonchalant attitude, which made Sorshyan even more annoyed.

"If something really happened, do you think you could still be standing here!?"

"Uh… but speaking of which, aren't the Dark Angels going too far? Even if they're fighting heretics and daemons, there's no need to accidentally kill so many people, right? I heard they were using phosphor weapons?"

"Don't change the subject! And don't ask so many questions that you shouldn't, there's no benefit!"

Sorshyan calmed down for a while, then asked:

"Where's the Inquisitor's follower?"

"Returned to Terra."

After hearing this, Sorshyan didn't show any expression, just pointed at Rozhim with his finger and said very seriously:

"Remember this for me, let this matter rot in your stomach, don't mention it, and don't use this matter as your bragging rights!"

"Oh, oh, oh, got it."

After speaking, Sorshyan picked up the teacup and drank the tea inside in one gulp. When he put it down, his anger had also subsided a lot.

"But your luck is good enough, you're still fine after all this? That Daemon Prince couldn't even hold you down?"

"That's right! If it hadn't run, my Godbreaker Thunder would have blasted it into slag!"

"What Godbreaker Thunder? You must be hiding something from me, otherwise, how could you and that Demiurg selling compressed towels withstand a Daemon Prince?"

"Really!"

"Forget it, forget it, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. You will return to the monastery fortress with the transport fleet. Remember, don't run around, otherwise, I really won't spare you!"

"That…"

Rozhim rubbed his hands and said with a smile:

"Chapter Master, are you going to Terra?"

As soon as the other party opened his mouth, Sorshyan knew what he was planning, glared at him and said:

"Don't even think about it, get your ass back here."

"Chapter Master, look at me, I'm already old, and I haven't been to the capital of our Empire. What a pity."

"There are many people who haven't been there."

"Look, I'm the most devout to the Emperor."

Saying that, Rozhim took out a booklet, flipped through a few pages, and started to read:

"All healthy, convenient to travel, and financially capable faithful believers, should go to Terra for pilgrimage at least once in their lifetime… must not eat animals with cloven hooves that do not chew the cud… no, no, no, got the wrong one."

Throwing the green booklet aside, Rozhim took out a white booklet.

"Loyal Imperial citizens, if they have the conditions, should go to Terra for pilgrimage once in their lifetime, yes, yes, yes, this is the one."

Sorshyan looked at the other party with a helpless expression and asked:

"Then tell me, how many times have you been to church this year?"

"Uh… once or twice, right?"

"Do you know what that place is?"

"I know."

"Then are you willing to throw away your animal friends?"

"There's no need, right? They didn't do anything…"

"Then are you planning to take them to Terra?"

"Uh…"

Rozhim carefully asked:

"Is that not allowed?"

With a snap, Sorshyan's hand slammed heavily on the table.

"Get out! Get out of here!"