Chapter 606 Interlude: Second Guardian Lucius
Guardian Lucius
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The Supreme Overlord of Comoros, the rule of the consul, the great tyrant or other titles given to him during his thousands of years of legendary rise were all alone, and Asdubar Victor was the most in his tower palace. Walking silently in the core.
The labyrinthic corridor of crystal fractals is nothing but his double body, and the slaves are tremblingly hiding at the edge of the gate, waiting for orders or death at any time, or worse, for pain Torture.
The sharp and stern gaze of the Supreme Overlord swept through the pictures reflected in the crystal plane, each of which showed him the situation in different levels and territories in Comoros, and the pleasure of obedience to his conspiracy group. The banquet was to the high tower of the family conspiring to oppose him, to the portrayal of the slum full of corpses and about to be devoured by the dark and invisible filth at the bottom (yes, even the dark elves have slums).
If a certain Librarian of Salted Fish Serris was asked to evaluate it, it would be "After 40,000 years, this kind of dictator still likes to watch the monitoring room full of screens - but this really reflects his control very well It's so tempting, it's understandable."
But in short, the gaze of the supreme overlord, wearing a black turtle-necked dress and wearing an obsidian crown like a spire that stabbed into the sky, rarely skimming the contents of those lower areas, but checking according to the rules After seeing the completely destruction of another hostile family through the state of the captured star and feeling satisfied, he turned to an ordinary picture.
If his double body had any curiosity or opinions about this, at least he would not show it immediately.
The Supreme Consul stared at the seemingly uncommon but also not unusual scene of robbery.
Then he frowned mysteriously and walked to the other crystal fractals that extended out of the picture. The fractals of various things that were happening everywhere in Comoros in the endless crystal corridor flashed constantly.
Obviously, while thinking about who was secretly planning and causing the increasingly obvious division of Comoros recently, the Supreme Overlord did not lose his keen intuition about any sudden small incidents.
He walked past the scene where his conspiracy group warriors were fighting against the enemy and still tenaciously fulfilling the Supreme Consul's orders while suffering serious losses. He nodded, ordered people to record all this and return Any survivor of the reward with a heavy enough
"oh."
After watching so many and so long, the Supreme Overlord made a sound for the first time.
His footsteps stopped in front of a small crystal fractal fragment plane. The one shown on it seemed to be just an ordinary look at a flesh-and-blood trading point and the arena gate in the distance, but there was an inconspicuous picture under the picture. The alley was hidden in the shadows, and the Supreme Overlord reached out and enlarged that part.
Then, he looked at it carefully for a long time, and finally straightened his body and stared at the details in the enlarged picture.
As if he sensed something, his double body, which was dressed exactly the same as him, floated to him like a real shadow, waiting for his master's instructions.
"Go and find Mares for me." He spoke, his cold voice very clear and mellow for an existence like him, "and also find the consul of the Ninth Raptor and Blade Lotus."
“In this conspiracy, some external things need to be verified and some internal things need to be cleaned.”
His double body bowed.
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"No! The Iron Blood No. 1 will not raise the spirit race! The black and white flowers and wild ones are not good!"
"Then... then do you think they are domestic?"
"No! I'll say it again, the Iron Blood No. · Xu· Yang· Ling· Clan! Not even a finger! There is no room for correction in this matter!"
"That……"
"Do you want her or me?"
"That must be you, baby Pepe! Come on! Carry the prisoners away!"
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Given that a black and white plush tyrant had such a strong resistance to leaving the dark spirit clan to recover from his injuries, he was in a scene where the war was in chaos (and apparently a bigger basket appeared later, so it was still in a confidential state) The whereabouts of the dark elves women who were still in a coma, rescued by the two ruling primordials from the crow claws of "Wannas" became a minor problem.
The two Iron Lords friendly and fierce arguments from breakfast to midnight snacks, from "The Dark Spirits are not human, so whether the human rights clauses should be applied or should the pet bill be used" to "I give orders that you can't see the killing If it doesn't count as killing, then it's fine." After more arguments, he was successfully kicked from Tiande Steel to Wanyou Port, and he was looking for an unlucky person to take care of him.
Because "I can't really stop seeing people like this." He was praised, "Lord Ramizane is really too kind to all living beings. Fortunately, Lord Petulabo is careful. "; When the pragmatic Librarian of Seris actually said, "Take out the useful things in her mouth first or see who she is. If there is really a problem, lock it up or kill it." Few people mentioned this matter, and this matter is what everyone is responsible for the positioning of the two Iron Lords.
The pharmacy master, who was so busy that he had no time to be hung on the Primarch flagship, expressed enough interest and enthusiasm for the captive, and it was indeed time for the patient to lie in the infirmary.
But unfortunately, the soul of the Lord of Steel heard that when a dark spirit tribe was placed next to his precious gene seed bank, it became colder than the cold void, harder than the Emperor's Shield, and even mechanized itself The most thoroughly-obtained believer of the Ohm Messiah saw his heart that was so cold that he was 273.15℃ and he would kneel down to sing the binary confessional scriptures, so she was not "fortunate" to lie in Master Hongsuo's pharmacist's laboratory for acceptance. Better treatment, but only being allowed to find someone to take care of her, allowing her to recover by relying on the powerful natural resilience of the Spirit Clan.
The guardian of this dark spirit woman needs to meet at least the following three requirements: 1. People must be loyal and reliable enough, have strong character, and are very good at taking care of living things. At least they cannot take care of the worse the more they take care of; 2. They are strong enough to not be able to do so. Let her run away or kill her; 3. You must be pure in body and mind, and you will never cause any heavy emotional disputes between the hell Star Marine and the black bean sprout woman with the prisoner, especially the third article, which Peturabo repeatedly emphasized, Very important.
Then it is obvious that the first thing that was attracted to was the only two Astartes brothers here, but the Pastor Geraltos of the Black Church was obviously already roaming the harbor and dealing with civilians, adventurers and the slippers of the state religion. After fighting for too long, facing this situation, he went straight to Lord Lamizane and used a trick of cheating on him, claiming that his faith would not collapse and the debate would not fail. If you don't want to take the job, you may let him die.
According to His Excellency Peturabo, it means "It's a rebellion! Bind this embarrassing priest of the Black Holy Church for me and send it to their Grand Marshal! Return the Emperor's Champion! Isn't this crying, making a fuss and hanging? !
However, Lord Ramizane mercifully spared the work of the Geraltos brothers. "It's not like this little thing to be alive" and turned to the Pastor Li Kevin.
Pastor Li Kevin accepted the reality peacefully as always, but he said that if he was fasting and fasting, if he wanted to take care of him, he would probably be difficult for the female alien to follow him to eat wind and dew every day, stay up late to recite scriptures. It is easy to understand the enlightenment given by Dorn and the Lord of Steel.
Obviously, the former Imperial Fist priest brother did what he said, so on the third day, the unconscious prisoner was urgently arrested by Li Kevin brothers because of the problem of "the life monitoring alarm that has been harshly calling the police." There was moved away.
Originally, the job of "careing" the Dark Spirit Clan for the Lord of Iron should fall on Saul Tavitz's head - don't ask why, it's because Lord Ramizane took it specially after this. After reading the list for a long time, I decided that "the idea of giving the living creature to Tavitz is normal, speaking gently, and having a good swordsmanship, and cooking and delicious food may be less likely to be raised to death."
But given that Mr. Tavitz has been busy since he actually came back to work after returning to work, the job ended up falling from Tavitz's angry subcontractor to the Wanyou Port area by chance The most helpful Space Marine on the head.
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"Not me, why is it me? I have something much more important and much more interesting than this!"
Lucius muttered dissatisfiedly, and carefully stuffed a spoonful of nutritious porridge in his hand into the female alien's mouth.
Oh, Fogrim and Lord Angelon are here! He definitely didn't want to take good care of this alien! But, but, but you understand? If a swordsman as good as him, when feeding people with a spoon, he would have made such an unbearable mistake in spilling out the contents of the spoon, or did not feed all the things perfectly, so that he would be mushy Nutritional porridge stains appear in places that should not appear—
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh It's simply unbearable imperfection!
So no matter what reason it was in his heart, this unconscious female captain of the Dark Spirit tribe was indeed under unexpectedly meticulous and neat care from Lucius, and the quality of his care surprised everyone else- —Torgaton sighed and began to fight for Tavitz, who was smiling but not smiling. The latter was very satisfied that he had caught a new coolie who cuts and sautéed the sauce.
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
"Go and show me the fire! There are still a thousand tables of dishes to make today!" said the chef of the restaurant who was waving a huge stir-frying spoon.
Under such careful care, this female alien whose skull was damaged, whose back to waist was broken by sharp tools, whose kidneys were almost taken out were visible to the naked eye day by day, day by day, was beginning to be visible to the naked eye. She recovered tenaciously, but she was in a coma all the time. After all, her head injury was one of the two worst.
Hong Suo has been here several times. Even if he can provide a powerful set of diagnostic and treatment plans for gene protozoa, the diagnosis results of the Dark Spirit race are still difficult to determine.
"Because first they...or them." The potion master took back his scanning arm and began to remove the scanning anchor he placed on the female alien. "They are completely different from humans except that they look very similar to humans in appearance. Things. I mean, even if the skulls and limbs that wrap around the skin look so similar, even the secondary sexual characteristics are similar to the external genital organs, they are still a completely different way from evolutionary path to physiological anatomy. You know what people are, do you know?"
"You don't need to say this, the pharmacist." Lucius stood at the head of the bed, holding his arms with both hands. He was very skilled and brave, and did not wear power armor indoors for comfort, but just wore a short robe made of silk. , with a palm-and-a-half-width gold belt around his waist, his sword and saber hung on the metal ring under his waist, "You were not born yet when I cut off countless alien heads during the Great Expedition. ”
The potion master suddenly moved, and an extremely unexplained premonition surged into his heart, making him want to get up immediately to block Lucius' unscrupulous mouth, but the latter had already spoken all the way, "... To be honest, I am old enough to be your uncle's uncle. How can you assume that Lucius, the eternal climber, would make such a mistake? "
The strange sense of ominousness disappeared again, Hong Suo frowned and relaxed, "...Indeed, although it is not a big deal, I shouldn't have thought that a soldier with sufficient experience would make such a mistake. .”
"That's right..." The arrogant swordsman said with satisfaction, and at the same time came over and looked at the dark spirit woman whom he had taken care of for a long time. "How long will she wake up? I'm so suffocated to death. I am like a bird locked here by an invisible rope! You don't know how many interesting things I have missed in the roaming port for eight hours every day since I started taking care of her! Ah! The crime rate has increased recently 1.3% is really heartbreaking! It must be because of the lack of me, the great Lucius relationship! They need me! The people need me! Look at those flowers and greeting cards!”
His hands waved his hands at the bouquets and cards of various sizes that were placed randomly in the room but were full of artistic sense.
"Everyone thought I was sick! They all sent me condolences! How cute! Although it is clumsy, it is full of such bright and vivid emotions. Every greeting card and bouquet fills my body with surging and hot energy! ”
"That's really congratulations..."
Before the pharmacy master could speak, the sword master, the son of the former emperor, spoke again, "But, speaking of it, I heard you were born there by Fabius Bair?"
Hong Suo really frowned this time, and his voice became cold and hard.
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"Hey!" Lucius slapped his thigh, "Then why are you so disgusting? You can call me, Tavitz and other uncles of the Emperor!"
"..."
After the elixir master said goodbye with anger, Lucius returned to the bedroom and continued to murmurly prepare the food and potion for the next meal for the alien lying on the bed.
Just as he muttered, "Why is he so angry?"
Someone on the bed weakly responded in a graceful and upright Gao Gothic language.
"Maybe it's because he doesn't want to call you uncle..."