Chapter 281 The Rise of the Primarch: Ex-Girlfriend No. N

The automatic door slid open to both sides, and Vito walked into his private cabin with a sword and a gun. It was still the same as before, well, not quite the same. After all, it was much quieter after Lilith left. At that time, it was always lively, messy and cheerful.

What? You said you didn't understand what the latter meant? Oh, then go to your political commissar and ask him. I promise that he will tell you kindly.

Vito walked in from the outside with a sword, his silver armored boots clacking on the white marble floor, but his steps quickly stopped in front of the Roman column bed. He looked at the neat bed. That place would no longer be as messy as a chicken coop, and there would be no clothes, boots or anything else thrown on it.

To be honest, every time Vito made love with Lilith, he probably had to change a set of mattresses. Every time the girl got excited, she would turn back into a succubus, or at least show her claws, and then leave a big hole in the bed, provided that she didn't catch Vito.

He came to the desk bed following the smell. Vito took off his weapon belt and hung it on the rack on the side. Now he could finally hang weapons there instead of underwear and skirts. It was good.

Vito lay on the bed, his body sinking deep into it like falling into a cotton field, the soft pillow supporting his head. There was a fragrance on the bed, on the pillowcases and quilts, and on everything here, a light and elegant smell that smelled like some kind of perfume.

Vito recalled the good memories here. He smelled the smell in the room. The light fragrance still enveloped here and would not dissipate for a long time. Even if the girl left, she would always remind him of her.

"Dead girl, you have learned to mark your territory." Vito smiled bitterly and slowly closed his eyes. Of course, this fragrance was just like the smell that wild beasts would leave in their own territory. This could warn the women who came to Vito's room when Lilith was away for various reasons, probably Vito's own reasons, and tell them who was the mistress here.

Vito lay on the bed with a wry smile, his nostrils inhaling the faint fragrance around him, and those elegant smells gradually entered his brain through his nasal cavity. Those fragrances were very unique, not just olfactory fragrances, but also a unique ability that seemed to penetrate directly into consciousness.

Those fragrances spread in his mind, and gradually, Vito's senses and touch began to change. The soft mattress under him seemed to become damp, and the pillow became erratic, and then completely disappeared at the back of his neck. With it came a sense of weightlessness, a sense of sinking that made him sink into the deep sea.

That was not an adjective, but Vito really felt the feeling of the sea water flowing through him. Those bubbles mixed with cold and dark sea water surged from both sides of his cheeks, and he sank into a dark sea.

Vito opened his eyes in the cold sea water, and his hazy eyes looked at the fluctuating and blurred light on the distant sea surface. The light seemed to be still far away, and it was getting farther and farther. His body floated up and sank into the dark deep sea in the sense of weightlessness.

All senses disappeared, hearing, touch and the ability to perceive everything disappeared as he sank into the deep sea, as if everything disappeared in the dark waters.

But this did not last too long. Gradually, Vito began to feel the temperature, the soft mattress and the comfortable pillow. The cold wind between the mountains blew on Vito's face. The chill woke him up quickly. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the white gauze curtains hanging down from above his head.

Vito was lying on a bed, a wide four-corner low bed. The legs of this bed were very low, almost close to the ground. This large bed originated from the West Asian style. It was made entirely of wood without any metal or complex lines. It was simple, but had a different kind of beauty, and the most important thing was comfort.

Vito turned his head to look at the open balcony window beside him. The ice and snow from the Himalayas that never melted all year round made the wind blowing from afar cold. The wind blew in from the window and balcony, and the chill made Vito, who had just woken up, shiver all over.

The blanket covering his lower body was pulled to one side, and the furry and warm blanket was swept away from Vito's body. His lower body was completely exposed to the cold wind without any protection. I mean, literally without any protection.

Vito was instinctively shivering in another gust of cold wind. He complained and raised his hand lightly. The spiritual power closed the open windows and balcony doors. As the glass doors and windows were locked in the slots, the cold wind was finally blocked outside.

Vito stretched his body and smiled at the girl lying next to him. Her shoulders were exposed, and her slender arms covered the blanket again on the exposed part.

Vito chuckled and lay on his side beside her, one of his elbows resting on the pillow, his palm dragging his head in the posture of a Greek philosopher, lying on his side behind the woman.

"Did you sleep well last night, my dear doctor?" Vito asked with a smile. The woman with crimson hair sat up with a low moan. She supported herself with her arms and leaned on the bed screen. Her messy hair looked like a chicken coop that had been messed up by weasels.

The red-haired girl rubbed her head, she groaned softly, and after she found herself lying on a bed, and Vito was still lying on her side in the "Great Philosopher" position next to her, she cursed under her breath, " Vito, how did we end up in this bed?"

"I remember drinking. I told you that the wine was very strong, but you still had to drink it, so in the second half, you were a little enthusiastic, too enthusiastic." Vito held his head and smiled, looking like This guy was in a good mood. After all, he was in a good mood after a one-night stand.

"I remember, I told you, if I'm drunk, take me to my room, which is obviously yours." She rubbed her head, her emerald eyes looked at Vito beside her, who He smiled and shrugged slightly, "You can't blame me. You were quite energetic at the time and were almost about to start with me in the banquet hall of the palace, so I just let it take its course and brought you here."

The red-haired woman sighed and stood up from the bed. She almost lost her balance at first, but she quickly regained her footing. Her body perfectly displayed the standard of human golden body curves, especially from Vito's current situation. Looking at the butt from the angle, oh, that is simply a work of art.

Vito touched his chin and tasted it carefully, but soon the woman pulled off her white coat from the chair next to the bed and draped it over her shoulders, blocking Vito from tasting it carefully. Ask for the perfect body.

Vito also sat up from the bed. He looked at the engineering facilities outside the window from the bay window on one side. It was the largest project in human history, perhaps one of the largest.

On the land, construction sites stretch towards the end of the horizon. Countless workers and construction machinery are spread across the land and mountains like ants. Magnificent buildings and city walls rise from the ground, and the core of it all is The palace in the distance, the emperor's palace, the heart of the empire.

"Hey, what a pity. I want to taste it again."

"Didn't you taste enough last night?"

The woman pulled up a chair and sat in front of the mirror, still combing her hair. Her long crimson hair was smoothed, straightened and smooth under the comb.

Vito walked barefoot across the cold marble floor. The shiny decorations around him were really like that guy. Vito had not yet had time to decorate the place well. Well, soon he would let the emperor That guy's nouveau riche aesthetic got out of his room.

Vito came behind the red-haired woman. He put his hands on her shoulders and smiled while stroking his fingers through his slightly cool but smooth red hair.

"Science requires repeated studies and thousands of observations before we can draw convincing conclusions! This is not what you told us, is it? Dr. Astarte." Vito deliberately lowered his voice and said, the red-haired woman turned white She glanced at him and continued to look in the mirror and comb her hair.

"I told you a lot, Vito, but you obviously didn't remember anything else. For example, there was an important experiment today and I had to be there." Dr. Astarte sighed, and she said After combing her hair as much as possible, she stood up and walked to the bed where many clothes were scattered and rummaged around.

Vito leaned against the dressing table, clasped his arms and looked at her with a smile, "I'm worried, Doctor, I will drive you there later. I happen to have to go to the genetic laboratory today."

"You want to go too? Aren't you supposed to supervise the safety work of constructing the Star Torch?" Dr. Astarte threw away several pieces of Vito's clothes and found his own from the pile of messy clothes. Tight pants and shirt, a standard outfit for a female scientific research doctor.

Vito looked at the clothes and sighed and shrugged. He had told Astarte that she should try other clothes that would better match her beautiful clothes, but he did not listen to his words at all and still wore that dress all the time. Study the white coat and even wear it on a date with yourself.

"What are you supervising? All the technological barbarians and warlord tyrants in Terra have been killed. I just came back from Mount Ararat last week. The last rebel forces of those barbarians have been completely wiped out. There is nothing to defend. It's already early around the palace. It was impregnable, and I just sat on the construction site and ate ashes." Vito said, his tone suddenly trembled, but he quickly regained his composure.

Astartes heard the abnormality in the tone. She turned to look at Vito and was silent for a moment, "Thunder Warriors, I heard about them." "Fighting to the last soldier, they lived up to their mission and carried them with them." Died with honor."

Dr. Astarte looked at Vito, who looked at her, and both parties nodded in agreement and stopped discussing the issue.

The red-haired doctor put on her shirt. After buttoning the buttons one by one, she bit the bun with her mouth. She held the long fiery red hair with both hands and tied it into a neat ponytail behind her head. The braid also makes her look more like a real doctor, rather than a young researcher who just had a one-night stand.

"Then why do you want to go to the laboratory? I remember you didn't like it there." Astarte said and sat on the edge of the bed. Vito looked at her and spread her hands slightly for her lower shoulders.

"That old bastard asked us to strengthen the security of the laboratory to ensure the safety of future experiments." "Security of the laboratory? The emperor ordered it? I don't remember what happened."

Dr. Astarte said as she put on her flat shoes. She hated high-heeled boots as always, and implemented her usual pragmatism theory, although it was slightly lacking in aesthetics.

"He didn't say anything. He was as mysterious as ever. He didn't say anything when asked what happened. He just asked Constantine and I to check the safety issues." Vito said, waving his fingers, looking very helpless, but then he sighed softly. The back of his head and shoulders shrugged slightly.

"But at least it's better than going to the Star Torch construction site to eat ashes, so Constantine and I decided to have a blood game." Vito said easily, while Astartes raised his eyebrows and looked at Vito with a confused expression. , and still a little uneasy. She knew the style of Vito and Constantine. Either of them could cause a lot of trouble, let alone two people together.

"Blood game? I have never heard of this word." She asked, and Vito stood up and walked up with a smile. He walked up to Astartes and looked down at the doctor who was much shorter than himself.

"It's a kind of competition between us. One side designs defense and the other side attacks. See if the defender can block the attacker. If not, review the game and fix the deficiencies in the defense." Vito said, stroking the Aspen in front of him with his hand. Tate's red hair, the latter stood in front of Vito with his arms folded, looking at him with an indifferent expression.

"Oh? Then explain to me why it contains the word "bloody"?"

"Inspired by your hair? You know I love red hair."

Vito smiled jokingly, but Dr. Astartes in front of him still looked at him expressionlessly, silently warning him with his eyes to be honest and tell the truth.

Vito waved his hand and then shrugged, "Yes, it might be a bit intense? It might bleed a little or something, but that doesn't matter. We are all warriors. It's not a big deal if you get injured during the exercise."

Sure enough, just as Astarte thought, what Vito and Constantine could do when they got together was definitely not within the normal range. She held her forehead and sighed speechlessly.

But Vito still had that playful smile. He stroked Astarte's hair, quietly placed his palms on her face, and gently cupped her face, "Oh, don't worry, except for the occasional gun. Apart from the sound of the swords hitting each other, it’s just a small explosion at most. Don’t worry, we won’t affect your experiment.”

"Vito, please repeat what you just said. Do you think it will not affect you?" Astartes said speechlessly, while Vito smiled and rubbed his nose, "Just treat it as a war drill. I think it won’t hurt your researchers to develop the ability to conduct experiments calmly even if there is a gun in their ears. It will make them more calm and collected when doing research.”

"It's like a fire and explosion in a laboratory, and your hands won't shake even a moment." Vito said proudly, proudly raising his finger and pointing at himself, as if he had just said some universal saying.

Astarte looked at him and sighed helplessly, then glanced at Vito's lower half, "If it's really like what you said, you should put on your pants."

"I don't want a naked man to break into my laboratory. Miss Erda will be very unhappy if she sees it." Astarte said while looking at the thing, and Vito lowered his head meaningfully. , and then nodded happily.

"I'm very happy, otherwise it will make many male researchers feel inferior."

Vito smiled and stroked Astarte's face. Looking at the cold but still smiling face, he approached and pointed to his old buddy with a cautious look, "That night, again. have a look?"

Astartes glanced down at the thing, and then an unhidden smile appeared on his lips, "If the experiment can be ended before sunset, I think it can be done."

"I believe it will be." Vito lowered his head, and the Astartes' hands moved up to wrap around Vito's arms. The Emperor's chief genetic scientist and the Supreme Marshal of the Empire kissed each other.