Chapter 244 Face

There is no doubt that Wei Mu is a serious person.

But he couldn't adapt to those too serious situations.

Serious and rigid.

Everyone had a flawless smile on their face and an impeccable official accent on their lips.

But he couldn't even escape.

"What a sin have I committed to have to endure this kind of torture."

When he thought of this, Wei Mu felt like crying.

There is no doubt that all the officials in the Administration Department are capable people.

For such a huge and complicated preparation, they actually came up with a complete charter without much effort.

Anyway, there was no need for him to keep an eye on the Blackstone Fortress. Wei Mu didn't even have an excuse and was soon forced to start the relevant journey.

Wei Mu has always felt that among the many primarchs, the one whose personality matches him best should be the Wolf King, and then perhaps Khan.

Although Guilliman is rational and serious, he knows how to adapt to the other person's pace, so it is not difficult for Weimu to get along with him.

But if he bumped into a strict primarch like Dorn or Ryan, Wei Mu would not even dare to take a breath in front of them, not to mention the other problem children.

As for Fulgrim, this guy is not a serious primarch at all.

"Don't move around, be patient a little longer, it will be fine if there is still a little bit left."

At this time, Clone Fulgen held eight paintbrushes between his fingers. His movements were flexible and light, and he used a skill that was as skillful as a magic trick to slowly outline the makeup on Wei Mu's face.

How can a grand ceremony be perfunctory and hasty?

You have to dress up beautifully.

In this regard, Purple Phoenix is ​​an absolute expert.

After finally waiting until he could express himself to the fullest, Fulgan would not let go of this great opportunity. He even ran over to take a look at the administrative department's ceremony procedures and enthusiastically helped them make suggestions.

"I won't mention clothes and hairstyle. Why do I, a grown man, need to put on makeup?"

Wei Mu was forced to sit on the chair and let Fulgen play with his face.

This was his first time doing this, so he seemed extremely uncomfortable with it.

"Because it can enhance your charm and make you stand out in the crowd, and when you become a charming person, the words you speak will become more acceptable, so don't I underestimated this.”

Fulgrim continued to indulge in his makeup skills, looking completely happy with it. Several Space Marines who had not yet painted their bodies stood nearby, carefully observing their father's amazing skills.

"I know this, but what if my skin is itchy? Can I just scratch it with my hands?" Wei Mu asked.

I don't know if it's because of psychological effects, but he has already begun to feel itchy on his face.

"Well, the expert's advice is to endure it as much as possible, otherwise the perfect makeup is likely to be scratched away." Forgan replied awkwardly.

Although Imperial's high-end cosmetics have very little impact on the skin, they cannot prevent the discomfort that exists on the skin itself.

"It's as if my face has become a taboo place that cannot be touched. Putting on makeup and so on must be too scary." Wei Mu gradually became irritated.

"You're too exaggerated. Just relax." Fulgen said with a smile, "And the celebration is just a temporary thing. You just need to keep it beautiful in the most critical part. I believe you can do it."

For Purple Phoenix himself, of course, he pursues to make everything perfect, but Wei Mu, who is not good at this, needs more encouragement.

When Fulgan completed the final stroke, a handsome face appeared in everyone's sight.

The man in the mirror is young, handsome and energetic.

The flowing short hair is bright and beautiful, and the gorgeous clothes are exquisite and decent.

The two azure eyes are piercing, and there is a hint of heroism between the brows.

Wei Mu couldn't believe it was him.

"How's it going? The effect should be okay, right?" Fulgen put down the makeup in his hands one after another, with a bit of pride in his tone.

"It's more than okay, it's simply some kind of evil magic." Wei Mu looked back and forth at the strange image in the mirror and said sincerely.

"I take this as a compliment." Forgan said with a smile.

Although the waiting time was very painful, fortunately his patience was not betrayed.

"As expected of the original body's craftsmanship, the effect is truly astonishing!" At this moment, the clown in pied clothes who had been hanging around came over and said with a smile on his face, "But maybe your makeup for the next parade can be handed over to me. We are responsible, dear Jiedushi, our techniques are absolutely professional, and the cosmetics are of the highest level in the galaxy. You can also take the opportunity to experience the exotic sentiment. "

Sarkozy looked at Wei Mu with eyes full of expectation, and his restless hands were eager to try.

Good guys, everyone is addicted, right? You all want to create art on my face?

But there is one thing to say, the clowns are indeed experts in this field, but they may not be in line with the popular aesthetics of humans.

Despite this, these clowns from the Black Library also prepared an elaborate performance for the celebration, aiming to promote understanding and communication between the two races.

This is the case with cultural matters. It is always better for each of us to release some goodwill than to keep each other in the dark.

"Let's talk about it then." Wei Mu was actually looking forward to the clowns' tricks.

If he was going to attend an ordinary party, he would definitely not hesitate.

At this moment, Wei Mu was enjoying his beautiful face in the mirror, and suddenly he began to feel sorry for having to destroy it after the celebration, just like every time he went to cut those birthday cakes that looked like works of art, he would feel at a loss for a while.

"By the way, why don't we just cover our faces with something like a holographic projection, so that we don't have to go through the trouble of makeup?" Wei Mu suddenly thought.

Anyway, they are all correcting their appearance, but one is to cover the face with paint, and the other is to cover it with light and shadow. The latter is not only simple and convenient, but also can be used to scratch at any time - it is simply a genius idea.

"No!"

Fugen and Sarkozy shouted at the same time, giving a firm and fierce response.

"No, why are you two suddenly shouting so loudly? Is there something wrong?" Wei Mu's ears were almost numb, as if he was facing two noise warriors.

"The problem is big. Makeup is an art, a creation and pursuit of beauty, which is not comparable to holographic projection." Fugen was the first to explain.

"That's right. That kind of empty light and shadow is soulless because it has not been poured into the creator's emotions and efforts." Sarkozy also echoed.

The Primarch and the Unicorn seemed to be trying to defend something.

"But the effect looks the same, and that can also scratch the itch, so I won't feel bad because I have to wipe it off in the end." Wei Mu still didn't give up his idea.

"Because this is its meaning. The role of art is to bring joy to people and soothe confused and tired souls. As long as this is achieved, it doesn't matter even if it is doomed to destruction." Fugen began to talk about philosophy to Wei Mu.

"Our Harlequin Troupe has products that can maintain permanent makeup. It's not a rare thing. If you need it, you can give it directly." Sarkozy said directly.

Anyway, just let him not use projection, makeup is the orthodoxy.

The two of them are more than a thousand years old, how can they still act like children? Wei Mu was a little funny and relaxed.

He just hoped that taking this opportunity, other people in the empire could also relax, so that he would not be tossed in vain.