The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Truthfully speaking, while Loken seemed like a genius in the environment he was in, with the increasing number of contacts with the Mechanicus priests and forge worlds, true geniuses were emerging one after another. In comparison, Loken's talent seemed rather ordinary, destined for him to be unable to reach the height of a sage in technology. Within the already large legion, it would be difficult for him to hold an important position. Of course, simply giving him generous treatment and honorary positions would not be a problem.

But was Loken really content with "retiring" in the warband and being a freeloader?

Judging from his style, obviously not. So, letting him fool around with Roquim might be the best choice.

taiwan novel website →ⓣⓦⓚⓐⓝ.ⓒⓞⓜ

"Uh"

Seeing Loken's hesitant expression, Sochoyan smiled slightly.

"It doesn't matter, Roquim shouldn't be staying for long before he leaves. How have you guys been spending these days?"

"How else can we spend it? Just dragging on like this every day, and listening to those golden baldies chanting scriptures until my ears are calloused. Other than that, nothing much. But Roquim is miserable. In the first few days after arriving, he was planning to run away, but every time he tried to run, he would be blocked by those golden baldies, and then they would teach him a lesson with something like a folding stool."

After saying that, he looked at Dogo, only to find that the other party had already gone to fetch water. After he poured the water from both buckets into the water tank, Sochoyan asked:

"What about those electro-priests?"

"Ah, some are chanting scriptures, some are giving Roquim special training."

"Special training?"

Sochoyan's curiosity was piqued.

"What kind of special training?"

"You'll know when I take you to see it."

The two walked into the stupa, first seeing some electro-priests sitting in the hall, then going up two floors to a hall divided into many small rooms. Dogo led the way to one of them, quietly lifting a corner of the window, and Sochoyan looked inside. He saw Roquim, who had already shaved his head, sitting in the middle of a platform, sweating profusely, with his hands clasped together, his eyes closed, and opposite him was an electro-priest, his eyes wide open.

After a moment, the electro-priest threw a coin, landing on Roquim's right side.

"Uh east?"

Then, the electro-priest threw another coin, landing on Roquim's upper left.

Immediately, Roquim's face wrinkled, and after a long while, he tremblingly uttered a sentence.

"Didn't didn't hear clearly."

"Punishment!"

The electro-priest suddenly pulled a rope hanging in front of him, and then a heavy object wrapped in linen fell directly on Roquim's head.

"Ouch!"

Roquim howled, covering his head, but suddenly seemed to think of something terrible, and immediately sat up straight.

Another one fell, behind him.

"Uh southeast?"

"Punishment!"

"Ouch!"

"What is this doing?"

"This group of golden baldies said that Roquim has too many distracting thoughts and is not focused, so they are training him. I have to say, it's a bit useful."

Suddenly, Roquim opened his eyes and turned his head.

"Sochoyan? Is that you?"

At this time, the door opened, and Sochoyan and Dogo appeared outside the door. He looked at Roquim with a smile.

"Not bad, you've really improved."

As a result, Roquim suddenly rushed over like a gust of wind, knelt down and hugged Sochoyan's thigh and howled.

"Brother~! Take me away! I'm going crazy if I stay here any longer!!! I want to eat meat! I want to drink alcohol!!! My kitchen!!!! And prostitutes--no, my notebook!!!!"

"Tsk, it hasn't been long... less than half a year, is it that bad?"

Sochoyan lifted his leg, letting Roquim shake off, and looked at the electro-priest inside.

"Is Master Shi here?"

"The Venerable One is taking his evening class, please wait a moment."

"It doesn't matter, I came uninvited, I can wait."

Then he looked at Roquim and smiled:

"I came and I don't even get a meal?"

"Uh oh, yes yes yes, I'll go prepare it right away."

In a few minutes, under a grass shed outside the stupa, Sochoyan sat on a large stone bench that Dogo had moved. On the table in front of him were only a few vegetarian dishes, and two of them were only pickled.

"Warband leader, I'm afraid... you won't be able to eat these things."

Roquim brought a staple food that looked like a mixture of various grains, simple but exuding a very pure grain fragrance.

"Ha, do I look like someone who is so pampered? At worst, it's better than nutrient porridge, right? I've been eating nutrient porridge for over fifty years."

Sochoyan directly took the very rough pottery bowl from Roquim's hand, and the chopsticks that electro-priests most often used were too small for him. Fortunately, Kren quickly made a pair of huge iron chopsticks for Sochoyan with his powerful hands-on ability.

Picking up a long strip of what looked like some kind of root vegetable, Sochoyan put it in his mouth and chewed gently. This thing didn't seem to have been cooked, it was just soaked in acid and a little sweetness, but it was very crisp and refreshing, and the sourness was just right.

Nodding, Sochoyan took another bite of the staple food. The original aroma was stimulated after the mixture of various grains was steamed, combined with Sochoyan's more sensitive taste, as if he was in a vast farmland, surrounded by countless vibrant crops.

"Your skills haven't regressed, being able to make vegetarian food like this, or even improved, maybe there's a market in the Eternal Court, many Ark Eldar are vegetarians."

After speaking, he pointed to the opposite side.

"What are you doing standing there, you've been training all day, eat together, it seems like we haven't eaten together for a long time."

"Aye aye."

Roquim then carried the bowl and sat opposite Sochoyan.

"Actually, letting you come here is not a punishment."

While eating, Sochoyan explained:

"You caused such a big incident in Crocodile City, although the situation was cleaned up in the end, Kren's identity was exposed, and it even spread to the warband, saying that your follower is an alien. Letting you continue to run around in this situation is harming you, and the Nason star system is actually not peaceful. You may not know, the Inquisition has sent five or six groups of people here, although most of them have been dealt with, it's hard to guarantee that there are no slip-ups. If you are discovered swaggering around... and I happen to be away during this time, the safest place is here."

"Uh I didn't do anything..."

"Haven't done anything? You almost turned Nason V upside down."

Roquim stuffed a large mouthful of rice with a aggrieved expression.

"But... it's too boring here... those golden baldies... are so perverted, they even make me sit and sleep in the middle of the night. More importantly, I think Kren looks pretty good now... I'm afraid something will happen if this continues."

"Looking at you like this, sigh, sigh, sigh, you're at least half a Space Marine, don't always think about women."

Roquim pouted. Although he didn't speak, his expression already showed his inner thoughts.

You have women to sleep with every day, of course it's easy for you to say!

Sochoyan also realized that he wasn't really qualified to say this, so he could only cough lightly and change the subject.

"This is also a kind of training, besides, that girlfriend of yours, what's her name, Cissna? I remember the report said that she bought a house in a nearby city, why don't you just get married when you get out, maybe you'll be more stable."

(The Crocodile City Past is continuing to be updated as a memoir)