Chapter 382 Meeting and Gambling at the Dining Table

Looking at the new food in front of him, Calvin didn't care too much.

After all, with his current control over his body, the desire for food is, in a sense, the instinctive desire of mammals for fat and carbohydrates.

The synthetic meals of Space Marines are no exception.

The taste of these things may not be so good for ordinary people (if someone has not died of gastric perforation after eating ceramic steel powder with hardness and particles comparable to fine steel sand, he is naturally qualified to comment.), but its essence is just to satisfy the desire of Astartes warriors for their own nutritional needs.

Calvin attaches more importance to the meeting with the Imperial Guard Marshal Trajan, after all, the latter's schedule is too tight, and Calvin has a lot of things to communicate with him before making a decision.

The dining table is a very suitable scene for discussing affairs, at least Calvin thinks so.

He invited Trajan to sit in a nearby restaurant, and the accompanying honor guard naturally occupied the door of this house.

"Hmm... tastes good?" Calvin raised his eyebrows slightly.

After putting the blocky, porridge-like meal in his hand, which was obviously different from the "Astartes IV Standard Nutrition Meal", into his mouth, Calvin instantly felt a great pleasure from the taste buds in his mouth.

It was not delicious in the sense of mortals, but the physiological pleasure produced by the body's thirst for nutrients being satisfied.

His pituitary gland activated some areas he had never noticed before under the feedback of the taste buds;

and his stomach sac, stimulated by the hormones spontaneously secreted by the pituitary gland, clearly conveyed to Calvin the emotion called "hunger".

"What is this? The special nutrient for your imperial guards?"

Calvin finished the meal in his hand in two or three bites, and while experiencing the waves of satisfaction at the cellular level of his whole body, he did not forget to ask Trajan.

The latter wanted to answer Calvin's first question, but it seemed as if he suddenly remembered something, and a strange look flashed across his solemn face like a marble sculpture.

"Let's not talk about this first!" Calvin interrupted Trajan's hesitant state and turned the topic to the official business he cared about most.

"Regarding the establishment of the 'Eye of the Empire', I have many matters to consult you on.

For example, the establishment of a sector-level emergency response mechanism requires the establishment of a standing garrison.

The Holy Hammer Convent has already made similar attempts. Well, as you know, it is Titan II.

But we are still too inexperienced in the selection of fortress locations in other sectors and the control of the main waterway to Terra.

I saw your Imperial Guards' 'Watch Fortress System' in the materials you submitted, and I hope to discuss this with you again."

"Well, your idea is correct..." Trajan was also distracted by Calvin's words.

He sorted out his thoughts a little, and then said to Calvin:

"When our Watch Fortress System was first established, its functional positioning was indeed to guard the waterway, and you know the reason..."

Trajan said here and carefully observed Calvin's expression, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say the word "Primarch Rebellion".

After Calvin nodded with a serious expression, he continued to speak according to his own thoughts:

"That is why the locations of the four fortresses in the Solar Star Region were all selected after the joint calculations of the Star Language Court and the Navigator Alliance, and the thickness of the no-man's land between the Solar Star Region and other star regions was obtained, and the maximum distance that the large fleet needs to resupply is stuck."

"Ah, I understand now."

Calvin clapped his hands slightly excitedly, and then looked at the three-millimeter-thick alloy dining table in front of him awkwardly in a piercing noise, which was turned into scrap metal by his uncontrolled power.

Trajan in front of him reacted very quickly, and before the table made the first noise of metal deformation, he had already picked up his plate to avoid being killed.

"Sorry..." Calvin explained to the calm-looking Imperial Guards Marshal in front of him.

"My body is in the development period recently, so my power has been a little out of control recently."

"It's okay..." Trajan's facial muscles twitched slightly, but he still maintained the greatest calmness as a commander.

But he seemed to have thought of some details from before, so he decided to advance his visit to the Watch Fortress after this meeting.

"Well, it's definitely due to official business considerations." Trajan thought.

"Okay, let's continue with the topic just now." Calvin watched the Honor Guards outside the door dragging the corpse on the dining table away, then turned around and said to the Imperial Guards Marshal.

"Your ideas are consistent with ours! But we might as well expand our ideas a little bit."

"... You say, I listen." Trajan said.

Calvin signaled to the high-level Templar Golden at the door with his eyes, and the latter took out a micro holographic projector from the interlayer in the power armor.

After pressing the energy switch, it was placed on the floor between the two.

A faint beam of light flashed, and the holographic projection device completed the data docking with Calvin's power armor servo.

When the light stabilized, the dynamic star map of the entire Terra and even the Solar Star Region appeared in front of the two.

"From the perspective of conventional strategic defense, your Watch Fortress system is no longer a problem.

At least in the context of assuming that the enemy comes from other star regions, your fortress can indeed play a role in blocking and delaying.

But now that we have a joint combat mechanism, and you have made it clear that you want to "go out".

Then why not let this fortress take on more responsibilities? "

"You want to include these fortresses in the cooperation system of the Eye of the Empire? ... I'm afraid not. " Trajan thought about it and still rejected Calvin.

"Why?" Calvin asked.

"Because they are not just fortresses." Trajan replied.

"Oh, I see..." Calvin looked at Trajan and did not continue to ask questions.

Since the other party's explanation ends here, it means that the next question is destined to be unanswered.

Not just fortresses? What could it be?

Calvin's eyes were elusive, and his mind suddenly thought of some scattered intelligence about the throne in the Tribunal.

"What if I apply to 'him'? "Calvin suddenly asked Trajan.

After hearing Calvin's words, the Grand Marshal of the Imperial Guards looked deeply into Calvin's eyes.

He was unwilling to tell Calvin the secret, not because he doubted Calvin's loyalty.

Or the Imperial Guards represented by him were destined to never trust any Primarch absolutely since the Great Rebellion.

No one, not even Calvin!

"But what if it is "his" will? " Trajan thought.

He could almost predict the result of Calvin's application. The man's attitude towards all his children was consistent;

Maybe there were indeed problems in the way of communication, but the trust in essence had never changed.

"Okay, I promise you. But you have to know that in addition to being a defensive fortress, it is also our prison.

You must ensure that your people are active within the marked area. After crossing this line, we will never take a step back! "

"Understood! "Calvin nodded, which was the end of the meeting.

The Marshal of the Imperial Guards seemed a little tired after this meeting and game. After nodding to Calvin, he also stood up and walked out.

"By the way, what is the number of the food just now?" Calvin followed the former out of the room, and after watching Trajan's figure going away for a few seconds, he asked the restaurant waiter passing by.

The latter looked at the food packaging in Calvin's hand and was stunned for a moment, then searched the database for a long time before giving the answer:

"Sir, native standard No. 1, used for extremely specific people, the following content is confidential, please forgive me for not having the authority to read it. "

Calvin did not embarrass him, but after hearing the High Gothic word "native" from the waiter's mouth, he understood the origin of this food.

"Native" is a variant word of "prototype" in High Gothic, and "primarch" in the gene original is the abbreviation of "prototype".

"Oh, is there anything else? Bring me two copies to take away. "Calvin said to the attendant, but the attendant's next words made his brain a little difficult to react.

After checking the database of the throne room restaurant, the attendant looked at Calvin in embarrassment:

"Um, sorry, there is only one left, this model has been discontinued at the end of M32."

"Okay..." Calvin waved his hand habitually, and then reacted the moment he turned and walked out:

"Discontinued? M32? Inventory? Fuck! So what did Trajan give him to eat just now? Is there anything with a shelf life of 7,000 years in the empire's logistics rations? "

"Trajan!"

Calvin's roar spread out from the door of the restaurant, and the golden silhouette striding towards the apron in the distance seemed to have become a little faster after hearing it...

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