Chapter 248 Malt, Hagrid, and the Missy

"Caves made of metal? We humans are so timid that we need to use those things to protect ourselves from being killed by nature?"

————Tau Army, Kroot

The huge and majestic castle is comparable to the Holy Mountain in Terra. It is thousands of meters large and is like a metal monster or dragon, crawling in the wilderness. It is far colder than the ordinary world, let alone a regular visitor with a bad character, and is wrong. For most Skadi people still alive in that era, that kind of place can be called home.

The metal mountains stretch continuously, comparable to any wonder in nature, whether it is cold or hot, and the many evils that follow, volcanic eruptions, hurricanes, blizzards, earthquakes, it doesn't matter to the iron dragon.

No matter how huge and terrifying the buildings or natural features are, they will never touch the ground as their foundation. The many open spaces around the castle are also one of the few places where Skadi people can touch the sad nature of the world.

Due to the cold, harsh climate, dry land or lack of air, even well-armed soldiers can only wear thick winter coats and move slowly on the scarred ground of Naskadi.

In such a bad place, there is an old man with his head lowered. He is only wearing undyed inferior cotton clothes, and his feet are dragging deep marks on the ground with heavy chains. However, where he is cultivating, the light green plants have people's legs. That's so high.

And he, the old man, was obviously taller than them, with red hair and wrinkled face. But at this moment, he was dragging a load that seemed to be the weight of an adult and wielding a terrifying hoe, feeling that he could chop off the heads of mortals anytime and anywhere. Come, let him who offends him die.

It was hard to imagine that warrior who had once been galloping on the battlefield. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. The loose, makeshift cloth could not cover the black carapace spots on his body. The violence of war had never completely faded away. .

Just when the star's warm light was focused by the translucent red greenhouse and shone warmly on the twinkling crops, the veteran finally exhaled.

The field that the Lord of Skadi had high hopes for was full of new hope. The thousand-acre field cultivated by Space Warrior Ruming relied on only one person, but it still grew vigorously. In the end, in January, the fruits were abundant, and those special crops were It will become a treasure that saves countless people in the empire.

Can the person who once killed bear that responsibility? The complex public opinion and pressure was held down by the Lord of Skadi, but even so, the place where the sinner was was also a forbidden place, although Hagrid was content to sleep with the vegetation. , but when he used the soft soil as his bed and enjoyed the rare mediocrity, the roar of firearms and the sound of engine servo appeared in his ears.

The Space Marines were not afraid, and neither was the feeling that kept Hagrid awake. If his brothers were wrong to accuse him of living from the East, and if the Chaos Gods were punishing him, even if he escaped to the surface, he would still be alive. In the shelter of Lord Skadi, within the light of the Star Torch, and in the material world of the real universe, those feelings are still clear, even to the point where they are enough to drive mortals crazy.

Is that why Hagrid chose to take care of plants? At this moment, he buried his face in the field, as if dead, with the smell of plants, soil, roots, and the touch of tiny insects entrenched on his skin that he had long been unconscious of. , it seems that no one knows that that huge, old warrior is still alive in that world.

After he is dead and no longer a spirit, there is soil and rest to make him comfortable, and his only goal in life is to cultivate more lives and regard it as his own salvation and comfort.

The silent air flows slowly here. There is no noise of living things. It is as if it is dead. There are leaves hitting each other in the flow of air. The faint and almost invisible rustling sound means that the world is no longer the same. The dead silence of the void.

But the quiet thing seemed destined to be broken. After the rapid footsteps, the unattended greenhouse was opened, and the girl's silver bell-like voice was dazzling. "Plant, what kind of plant is that?"

The maid behind added with a trembling voice. "That's Lord Alan Bair's greenhouse, the wheat should be grown there, Duchess Arya! Don't run away!"

Arya, who was wearing heavy clothes, felt that it was extremely warm there, and she felt inexplicably excited, a joy that belongs to living things rather than plants. Those things that had been suppressed for decades saw crops for the first time tomorrow. Although they were not farmland, they made her feel excited. Arya's sensible child played like a wild animal.

She frolics along the reclaimed road. The little girl in Pan Lan has never seen a plant in her life. For her, the wheat and green creatures standing there are neatly erected like legions. Things I've seen.

She ran for a few steps, ignoring the maid's shouts. She felt too hot again, so she threw away all her thick dresses and scattered them one by one along the field path provided for people to walk.

The maid shouted in fear and anger, "Duke! Duke Arya! There are monsters there!" and went to pick up those priceless clothes that were stained with dust. But for Arya, she was wearing only thin clothes. He was wearing clothes, his red skin was enjoying the wind brought by running, and it was a bit cold, but it was definitely not uncomfortable.

She looked at the wheat. The green ears of wheat had raised their heads, and she couldn't help but think about how terrible they would be if baked into bread. According to the book, they would become golden and beautiful.

Arya was tired. She walked on the dirt roadside, panting and exhaling cold air like red mist. She lowered her head and looked at the wheat ears in the field, and curiously stretched out her legs to touch the plants.

"Don't move!" A heavy voice came, and Arya shrank her legs as if she had been electrocuted. She looked sideways and saw the old man lying on the ground. Maybe because the body of the old Space Marine was shrunk, the smart child didn't see his identity at all, so he asked.

"Old man, why am I sleeping there, where is the bed?"

Hagrid said nothing, just looked at the light of the stars, as if he felt that the child would leave soon, just like those who were afraid of him.

Arya continued to ask. "Did you plant all the fields there? Can you teach him! He wants Panlan to be as beautiful as there."

"Old man, can't you shut up? Isn't wheat green? He thought it was golden."

Hagrid was too annoyed at the moment, so he asked helplessly. "Haven't I seen plants?"

"Does the one in the book count?" Arya replied.

"No, it's a good thing you haven't been to Catachan, otherwise I wouldn't be so fond of those little bad guys. I know, they will die easily if they are not taken care of properly. They are very delicate. Even so, why would I plant them?" Hagrid rarely said so much. He didn't say anything wrong to the Lord of Skadi this time. It seemed that two months had passed, and it was even a long time since we last met.

"Ah... then leave it to his father. He is very powerful. Secondly, those plants can create air, right? His hometown needs to import air, and his father is troubled by the expenses in this area. If the beautiful plants there can help them have a good atmosphere, he will also take care of them."

Arya said that simple vision. She knew that things were not that simple in many cases, and her usual maturity also made many people forget that she was not old.

"Too naive, those wheats are soldiers. I need to train, discipline, and cultivate them. When they mature, they leave me and play their own role. They can become a new crop or disappear into flour. He doesn't think I can do it." Hagrid commented harshly.

"Then let him become your soldier. He won't leave until he learns to be a soldier." Arya answered seriously.

Hagrid wanted to say something, but the maid quickly followed. The young girl with pockmarks on her face had never stepped out of Panlan in her life. She was very worried and timid. She was even afraid of the wheat, afraid that it would make Arya sick.

And when she shouted. "Duke, go back!"

Arya said. "Go back? Rather than that, look at his new friend!" She turned her palm towards Hagrid, and the maid walked forward curiously, but when the former Space Marine stood up, his huge body, the black shell on his arms and legs, countless wounds, and the muddy appearance on his cheeks made the timid mortal open his eyes and speak incoherently.

Countless rumors crawled in the poor man's head. She thought of many rumors and then shouted. "Oh my God, the Emperor... the Emperor!" She turned her head immediately, as if her legs could run faster than the Space Marines.

Fleeing, that was the world Hagrid knew. He suddenly turned his head to look at Arya, as if he was afraid that the girl would be so ugly after seeing him clearly, but Arya stroked the wound on his thick legs and arms left by the Black Mechanicus Sage and said worriedly.

"Power axe? He saw his father use it. The wound is not easy to heal. I was wearing very good armor at that time?"

"No, it's not very good..." Hagrid showed a trace of loneliness, and Arya immediately comforted him. "Ah, sorry, he understands, good armor is like a relative, he blushed when he saw the wound, and that person is gone..."

Hagrid said complicatedly at this moment. "What about my clothes?" He changed the subject and asked again. "Without clothes, a mortal would freeze to death walking through the courtyard to the gate. Stay at his place for the night..."

"He has a wooden house, and the suit of armor is in the house. He can leave a place for me and make a bed for me with his quilt. I hope my delicate body can support his quilt."

Arya smiled. "No, but he was not born a noble. When he enjoyed the floor and the beating in the slums, he didn't know the feeling of quilts and beds, books or learning."

'Come on, old man, he wants to learn my technology and make malt grow in any soil! "

Hagrid's old cheek touched the east, and he slowly moved forward. The wounds he had been beaten by the black mechanical sage no longer hurt. He was now extremely grateful to have met the Lord of the Sun. Yes, it was not the Lord of Skadi, not Alanbir, and not his adventure.

When the people who were originally not going to have a good end were dragged towards the wooden house, they made the bedding and beds. Arya occupied the second floor window where she could observe the moonrise. Hagrid took out the best food to entertain the child and introduced her to the honor and merits of his Terminator armor in protecting the empire. Lao.

He still concealed a lot of words about his past corruption and chaos, but the color on his face would never fade, and the paint painted with blood would not hide from the girl's sharp eyes, but Arya pretended not to know and admired the honor of the old soldier.

She politely did not mention the old man's past, and enjoyed the fun of meeting friends and was ready to accept more wisdom. When the maid hurriedly found Alanbear, the Lord of Skadi, who was eating a sandwich, was slapped on the table by the woman and shouted.

"Lord Alanbear! The captive monster in your greenhouse raped his lady!"

Alanbear's action of eating the sandwich was slow, and then he suddenly laughed. "Puff... Arya?"

"She? Raped? Emperor, thank God, that girl is not easy to miss, and finally there is something to attract her attention!"

The maid cursed in dissatisfaction. "My lord, please don't joke. That huge and terrible inhuman monster once served a traitor. For example, he ate their cruel Miss Arya alive..."

Alan Baier said. "He is a spineless old soldier. After his brother left and the war failed, he could no longer eat anything alive."

"He understands our fear, but believe him, my lady is fine."

The maid was convinced a little. "No... Then, then he wants you to take the clothes, which are very relevant daily necessities. His offensive appearance tomorrow may scare him... Let him like it, and he is still afraid..."

"Pan Lan is his friend, he will go, and he will also guarantee the safety of the first Duchess of Skadi. Don't worry, he has saved more than a few imperial people." Alan Baier comforted the maid, and the lady blushed instantly. She was sent out by the gentle Lord of Skadi and returned to the room woodenly.

When he returned to the office, Alan Baier pinched his nose and muttered. "What is that little guy doing..."

The next day, Arya woke up early, even earlier than Hagrid, or she didn't sleep well all night. When the Space Marine felt the first peaceful sleep after the war, he saw the little girl with panda eyes holding a paint bucket and painting the Terminator armor in the warehouse with rough iron and blue paint.

Although it is very rough, it is not beautiful, and it can even be said that it is inferior to the filth of the holy relics...

Arya touched her nose, and her red skin became black in the dust. "He didn't know what the color of Astartes' armor meant, so he used the blue that was described most in the book. Sorry..."

Old Hagrid stroked the armor, and suddenly picked up the paint, painting a circular logo with an inlaid olive branch on the shoulder armor and chest, which was also the mark of the Ultramar Knight.

"No, I did a good job, just like when he quit, just missing that, he wronged his brother, twice..."

Arya asked. "Why don't you try it again?"

Hagrid replied. "He doesn't deserve it, he can't..." and shook his head repeatedly.

Beside the warehouse window, a young man in military uniform leaned against the window, holding a piece of starch dipped in berry jam, and talked to himself. "I'm qualified now, he, the Lord of the Sun said so."

Arya looked at him and laughed. "Uncle, would it be better to add a front?"

Alan Baier didn't come in a breath, and felt that his blood pressure was a little high...

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