Chapter 285 The Rise of the Primarch: The Feast Before the War
The No. 1 mess hall of the Infinite Frontier was bustling with people. The cheerful navy crew and marines were having a grand banquet here. Food and wine were placed on long tables.
The wine was foaming with every clink of glasses, and the delicious food was put on plates one by one, chopped with knives and forks and swallowed by the happy sailors. The men and women on the ship were laughing around the long table. and celebrating.
Vito walked past the edge of the hall, leaning against the wall to avoid the celebrating guys. Songs and laughter echoed throughout the hall.
Vito even saw a man climbing directly onto the table, holding wine while spinning and singing. The wine spilled out with every turn, but he obviously didn't notice that he hadn't taken a few sips yet. The drinks in the store are almost gone.
He took the lead in singing a song that was very characteristic of grassroots naval officers. I mean, it was full of dirty jokes, swear words, and the kind of song that made fun of the military affairs officer. It had a wild beauty.
In the past, their officers would have screamed, taken him off and whipped him with a belt, but now, Vito could see that those officers were also partying with the crew, and they were also having fun with his men. They sang that happy song together, each verse of which probably violated more than a dozen naval regulations.
Vito smiled and walked quietly from the side. He followed the wall and walked from the carnival crowd to the cafeteria bar. There were large plates of delicious food. Not to mention the delicacies among the navy members, even the Many middle-class residents of the empire's hive cities will leave moved saliva.
Vito looked at the plates of food on the glass table with his hands behind his back, especially a large piece of meat leg, which was the thigh of a whole Grox beast, which had been carefully cooked and turned into meat. It became a delicacy with all colors and flavors.
A navy sailor cut off a piece of meat from Vito's side with a bayonet inserted on the chopping board. He threw it on his tray, inserted the sharp broad-bladed bayonet on the chopping board with his backhand, and then happily He left with the big piece of meat.
"I said Mario, you did a pretty good job on this feast." Vito smiled and looked at the chef in the window. Mario, wearing a white top chef's hat, walked up with a smile and took a picture. He patted his wide chef's cuffs and struck the cutting board at hand with a kitchen knife that was enough to kill a Tyranid knife insect.
"Well, I used to cook for the Governor of the Planet, but the ingredients you "confiscated" this time are quite good. After such a big and delicious meal, we still have a whole warehouse of ingredients in the kitchen."
The curved horn beard on Mario's mouth trembled with his smile. Vito looked at him and smiled happily, and picked up a small tomato from the small fruit plate on the side. The emperor testified that this is a real Fruits are not synthetic junk that tastes like rubber.
"Then let everyone have a good meal. We are going to fight a big battle soon. Can you let everyone eat and drink enough to risk their lives for the Emperor?"
"Of course, on the honor of the Mario family, I will not let the garbage from other Imperial Navy canteens appear on our table!"
Mario said as he patted his broad chest. His arms were as thick as cannonballs, so don't think he was just the chef on the Infinite Frontier.
Vito clearly remembered that during the Battle of Valis, when the green-skinned pirate gangs jumped aboard the Infinite Frontier in a swarm, Mario saw an green-skinned man rudely knocking over the French platter he had prepared. He cursed, "This is Huitou! You are such a dead alien barbarian!"
Then he just cursed and rushed forward and strangled the green skinned boy to death. Yes, he strangled an green skinned boy alive.
Like everyone else on the boat, he looks ordinary and non-threatening, but he can always find something for you and give you a big surprise.
Vito smiled and held up a glass of champagne to him, "Then I wish you good luck, chef, don't let everyone down."
"In the name of the Emperor, I, Mario, the Master of Food will never fail!" Mario said, waving his fingers and shouting, his goatee trembling up and down with the movement of his lips, and he turned his head and looked away At some point, his fingers were waving violently in front of him.
"Mamma Mia! Luigi! That's onion soup, what do you think you're doing?!" Mario said, gesticulating and shouting as he walked towards the kitchen. Well, as always, the crew of the Infinite Frontier can eat it. Serve real food.
Vito waved and left listening to his funny accent. He took the wine glass and walked to the edge of the canteen, away from the dining table where the crew members were celebrating. There was already a person sitting here.
"Cole, how was your meal?" Vito smiled and crossed the bench fixed to the tabletop, sat down at the dining table, smiled and raised his glass to Cole sitting opposite, who looked at After glancing at Vito, he glanced at the carnival sailors and sighed helplessly.
"Look at how decent they are. In the name of the Emperor, the Imperial Navy has almost lost all their face." Cole said speechlessly, using his fork to fork a small piece of sausage on the tray in front of him. Take a bite in a manner that can be described as decent and elegant.
"Okay, don't be so boring. They just won a battle in Macragge, and they are about to go to Terra to risk their lives with the entire black fleet. I think everyone should eat well, drink well, and then relax. It’s nothing.”
Vito took a sip of the champagne, and the rich aroma of the wine made Vito's expression happy. He shook the glass in his hand and looked at the amber wine in it. "This champagne is good. I knew it was a good idea to confiscate Captain George's warehouse."
Yes, yes, there are more than weapons on the Mayflower. In that case, it can only be a business, which is not cost-effective, so those cunning wandering merchants also loaded refrigerated food, fine wine and more good things, and transported these exotic delicacies to the other side of the galaxy and sold them.
After all, things are rare and valuable. Although they are not worth much in their place of origin, they are rare exotic treasures in other parts of the galaxy. These merchants can sell them at several times or even dozens of times the original price and make huge profits.
But their plan to make a fortune died before they succeeded, because Vito confiscated these "illegal smuggled goods" and are now destroying them.
He took another sip of wine and smiled happily, "Moreover, in ancient Terra, this is also a tradition. Whenever a batch of good things is intercepted, the captain will hold a banquet on the deck to entertain the crew members who follow him. Everyone sings and dances and celebrates."
"If I remember correctly, Vito, the tradition you are talking about is pirates." Cole said speechlessly, and Vito shrugged his shoulders without any care.
"It's no big deal. Pirates also sail ships, and we also sail ships. Let's learn from each other, and this will be very helpful for morale."
"Vito, do you know that in such a short sentence you just said, you have violated seven or eight laws of the Empire? Not to mention the military laws of the Navy."
"Then let me ask you who wrote those military codes?" Vito drank the wine, Weiwei turned his head and looked at Cole with a smile, the latter rolled his eyes, picked up a broccoli and swallowed it.
"You."
"Isn't that right? The author himself thinks it's fine, why are you so excited? Don't be like the Ultramarines, who follow Guilliman's canon word for word."
Vito looked around as he spoke, as if he was looking for something in the noisy hall, "Speaking of the Ultramarines, where are Bell and the others? Why don't we see them at such a big dinner?"
"Captain Eisenstein is as dissatisfied with this as I am, but because you ordered it, he didn't oppose it fiercely, but he chose to protest in another way."
"That kind?"
" He took Belle and Loken to patrol the lower deck, which was a non-violent protest. "
Vito burst out laughing, and he slapped the table with a laugh, "Dorn's son is still stubborn and obedient. I guess he didn't ask Belle and Loken if they wanted to have a big meal, right?"
"I guess so, but I don't think they care much. After all, Ragnar and Lancelot are not on the ship. They are the loyal supporters of the banquet." Cole said as he continued to eat the food in front of him. Although he said all kinds of objections to the banquet, good things should be eaten.
"Indeed, if Ragnar was here, the banquet would definitely be more lively. What a pity. Let's wait for him to come back and hold it again." Vito said leisurely, shaking the wine glass. He took a sip of champagne and snorted meaningfully.
"Where are Cawl and Omega? They didn't come either?"
"Two members of the Mechanicus, I think they may not have much demand for delicious food. To be honest, can they digest it after eating?"
It was not Cole who answered Vito, but Anna with passionate long red hair. She sat next to Cole with a plate. She winked at Cole, and the latter smiled and nodded at her.
"By the way, how do the people of the Mechanicus eat? Drink gasoline?" Anna looked at Cole and asked, and the latter shrugged after thinking for a while.
"It may also be charging. Speaking of which, I really haven't noticed how Omega usually eats, or what he eats."
Vito looked at the two people in front of him and raised his eyebrows. He looked left and right, and took a sip of wine awkwardly. Well, now he knows what it feels like to be a bystander when he is with Lilith on weekdays.
Suddenly, Anna seemed to have discovered that they had left Vito aside. She smiled and held her chin to look at Vito, and that smile was full of mischief.
"Speaking of which, I've always been curious. You're dating Judge Lilith while having an affair with Miss Living Saint. And it seems like you've known Miss Living Saint for a long time, so who did you cheat on?"
"Okay, I won't be with you two. Goodbye." Vito thought for a moment and decisively chose to get up and run away. Anna held her chin and looked at Vito who got up and left jokingly.
Cole beside her also looked at Vito who was leaving, and looked at Anna on the side with hesitation. The latter smiled happily and picked up a small fruit from the plate, "I knew this trick would work. Now, the irrelevant person has left."
Anna turned her head and blinked at Cole, with the rosy little tomato pressed against her equally rosy lips, "Then shall we continue?"