Chapter 81 It's so Complicated

The finished coffee cup was placed steadily on the gilded cup holder by the hand wearing black power armor, making a very slight clinking sound.

"Then please allow me to take my leave. Thank you for your coffee and answering questions, Chapter Master."

Julius stood up and said goodbye. He felt that his head was still a little dizzy, but the biochemical readings and sensors displayed on the power armor panel told him that he was fine.

Maybe I have been meditating and praying too much recently. Master Emmenut did warn me not to indulge in these things too much in a short period of time. He was right.

He thought.

"As a chapter chaplain, you should keep in touch with... me. If you have time, you can come to visit me often, little Robert."

The Chapter Master looked relieved, and his body, which was more majestic than that of an ordinary monk, showed a sign of wanting to relax.

But it might just be an illusion. Julius's eyes unconsciously moved to the animal that the Chapter Master was stroking with his fingertips.

The beautiful brown almond eyes on the animal's long black and white furry face were also staring at the young chaplain.

What kind of creature is this? A wolf? A dog...Except for the biochemically modified short-haired military dogs used for special combat purposes in the Law Department as described in the book, it seems that there are no dogs in other places that look so unsuitable for combat and so beautiful...

From the perspective of an ordinary Space Marine, the survival points of the animal next to the Chapter Master are simply zero. It is a pet with no combat power, beautiful, fragile, and can only be fed by its owner - no, in the universe of forty-one thousand years, the combat power of most pets is not much lower than that of their owners.

Julius glanced at the visualization panel of the power armor, which showed the defenseless thick fur that could be concluded from various data analyses as "a mixture of merino wool and Pamir cashmere", claws and teeth that were specially groomed to make them harmless, and readings without any psychic response.

A fragile and useless creature, except for the inexplicable urge to touch the back of its head.

In the books that Julius had borrowed from the monastery library before, he sometimes saw some legends about Fenris wolves and Cthonia wolves. Because the sentences describing them were sometimes contradictory and mostly sounded like nonsense, the vicar would generally ignore such documents when reading, and not record them in his mind to avoid unnecessary interference with his thoughts.

Well, no one has said much about the fur of these two wolves, which is a pity, he thought.

Because the mane flying behind its neck really looks good to the touch.

Perhaps because Julius looked at certain specific places too often, the animal's expression gradually became less friendly, and it made a low bluff from its throat.

"Then please allow me to take my leave, Chapter Master."

"Go, Robert." The Chapter Master reminded him in a calm manner, "You can take care of Emmenut's private bedroom for him, but the Hall of Omens, the library and other locations must be under the supervision of the Maatra Consultant during this period. You can still use them normally if you need them, and before Emmenut recovers to be able to perform his duties."

The Chapter Master cleared his throat, "Your advanced psychic training courses are still taken over by the Maatra Consultant."

The blond priest's eyes were sluggish again, then he regained focus, nodded and stood up to say goodbye.

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The priest's black and silver armor disappeared from sight.

The door of the Chapter Master's office closed.

Wannas emerged leisurely from the shadow of the sofa.

The Raven Guard still didn't put on his old armor in the color of his legion. He was now wearing a silver-gray Mark VI power armor. Ramizane found it in the mysterious warehouse on the ship and handed it over to the former Raven Guard mentor after completing its maintenance in the mysterious armory.

Adalic seemed quite satisfied with his new armor, at least his magical stealth ability could still work normally under this power armor.

"Adalic, do you want a drink?"

After getting a positive answer, Ramizane poured him a cup from his coffee pot and sprinkled a little brown sugar and cinnamon powder.

The purple-eyed Raven Guard began to drink the cup of cinnamon milk foam Reka coffee elegantly and added a lot of ice cubes to it himself.

Then he drifted to the desk and sank into Ramizane's shadow with a skilled "bird on the bird stand" posture.

Ramizane watched the crow slowly melt into the shadow, and rubbed the Border Collie's fur in thought.

[Ahhh, although this matter has been resolved for the time being, I always feel very guilty, Pepe! ]

[What kind of guilty conscience is there? Do you want to listen to what you are saying? ]

The dog began to sneer, and motioned his body to carefully scratch the hard hair inside his ears.

[You have been too worried about other insignificant things recently - you should clean my ears for me, it's itchy as if there is a nest of jumping inside! And, you are a Chaos Daemon Prince without division, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors, and it's the 41st millennium now. What the hell are you talking about? ! ]

[But are we just going to continue to use more brainwashing deletion programs and memory replantation hypnosis operations to fool poor little Luo Bao into accepting our arguments? I'm worried...]

[If you have any better way to deal with this, you can deal with it yourself. ]

Perturabo snorted, and with his bright eyes he squinted at the weak mortal mind in his body.

[Isn't this exactly what you wanted, to implement a minimally damaging and immediately effective repair method for Julius, who had been hit by the truth and excessive violent chaotic energy and collapsed? How can there be a good thing in this world that can take care of everything? There is no one in this universe who can do this in a short period of time except me... Almost no one can satisfy your demands that are like the fantasy beauty of a missing brain stem. ]

The dog complained here, sneezed, and then began to roll around between the sofa and the thighs of the Primarch, stretching his limbs, and finally resting his hairy legs on the thighs of the fourth Primarch's body.

[And if you didn't insist on holding on to this boring and unnecessary sense of kindness, things would have been much simpler. - Completely format this little thing from soul to flesh, and finally reprogram it to input a complete set of personality data, loyalty logic, and anything you want him to believe, and he will neither resist you nor question you. Now it has to be so complicated to patch it up. 】

【Uh. 】 Ramizane took the bristle brush and began to brush the belly hair of the Border Collie. 【...Thank you for your hard work, the great, the smartest and most talented Perturabo in the world. 】

【Hmph, you just need to know. 】

The furry body of the demon primarch, who had consumed a lot of brain power, began to fight with his eyelids.

【But... you didn't transform all the legions into iron rings in the end, right. 】

The dog didn't answer, and only the tired snoring sounded in the room.

Quack.

Consider adjusting the update time in winter. It seems that it would be good to release the two chapters at the same time?