How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 389: It is generally not recommended to appear capable in the workplace

Akurdona hummed the tune of "Nessun Dorma" and walked briskly in the corridor of Storm's Edge, bringing a breeze wherever he passed. In Santo's evaluation, his current state was defined as: even a blind person can see that you are in a good mood.

Of course, Akurdona didn't read the implication of "You are being too unrestrained" from this sentence. Even though Santo had already thrown this criticism in his face later, he ignored it - because he was just very happy, no matter who came, he was so happy. Although it would be unprofessional for a commander to be so happy, first of all, this needs to be discussed according to the situation. Secondly, he is now a commander without a whole company to command, and he feels that he still has some space to express his happiness freely.

The Phoenix Sons Chapter's problems have been largely resolved. As the eldest brother of the same bloodline, Akuldona is optimistic about whether his Primaris brothers 10,000 years later will be able to overcome this obstacle. As for the situation of the clone in the fortress's basement, Fujimaru Ritsuka has obviously come up with a strategy. The gift she prepared for the subsequent meeting has been submitted to the Ultramarines in charge of relevant security this morning for security inspection. Even though nothing has been completely settled so far, this trend of "everything is stable and improving" has made Akuldona very happy.

During this time, though it was only a short day, Fujimaru Ritsuka did have some free time. They returned from the Phoenix Sons' base that night and checked Akuldona in the Storm's Edge's infirmary. Fujimaru Ritsuka focused on solving some minor spiritual base problems that he and Santo had caused due to the irregular summoning, and then went to bed. The next day, Santo moved his "Prototype No. 1" modeled after the Chaldean Imaginary Submersible to the side of the Storm's Edge and began to check all of its systems "next to" the technical blueprint in a literal sense.

For a long time before, he and Akuldona actually relied on Prototype No. 1 as a reality anchor to enter the real world. The space in the submarine was so cramped because it had too many functions integrated into it. Under the guidance of Fujimaru Ritsuka (who was actually useless except for providing a general direction), Santo began to maintain and correct the minor flaws in the summoning system he had previously imitated. Fujimaru Ritsuka was holding her tablet and mumbling to herself to modify her project plan. In fact, both parties just regarded each other as background white noise for work.

The reason why Fujimaru Ritsuka placed her workspace outside the Storm's Edge on this day was that she felt that the Ultramarines would come to discuss some information related to the Eldar at any time. But the result was that she went through the entire project plan next to the square cart made by Santo, corrected all the spelling errors and grammatical problems in it, and replaced some ambiguous descriptions with more precise descriptions. After having a meal, the current president of the Psionic Council of the Imperial Regent (Digris resigned because he was transferred to Macragge) and the think tank recorder Donus Maxim of the Aurora Warriors came late, and appeared in this empty hangar with two trusted assistants. He handed Fujimaru Ritsuka a letter that was obviously from the Eldar, but in terms of specifications and form, it was very Imperial style. It stated that the Eldar prophet of the Death Army, Aidalad, proposed a formal diplomatic meeting with the Imperial Saint. Of course, Fujimaru Ritsuka had the right to refuse.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was used to being busy, was a little uncomfortable with this matter that only required her to nod or shake her head. After some twists and turns such as "Amit, do you know who Adalad is? I think I've heard of this name." "You are so forgetful. Do you want to reread the action report you wrote yourself? He cheated you two weeks ago.", Fujimaru Ritsuka made a decision very quickly:
"Yes. Why not?" She said firmly, "For some detailed questions such as 'how did they know I was here', just ask directly in the official forum. Besides, I think it is necessary to exchange views with the Eldar to avoid mutual misunderstandings."

After sensing the approach of an outsider, he immediately emerged from the spirit body and became a physical body out of thin air. At this moment, Amit, who was standing aside as a very intimidating decoration, warned: "Security..."

"I'll take Akuldona with me. If there's any problem, he'll go first." Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his head and stared at Amit's face, which had become hideous and rough due to years of fighting and scars. "I'll also ask the regent about his specific attitude towards the Death God Army and borrow a few think tanks from him. If there's any psychic problem, they'll go first. Amit, if you can guarantee that you won't go before any problem occurs, you can come in person."

The last sentence was a completely joking and false accusation. Even Amit was not crazy enough to kill the aliens when he knew that the situation was not right. But the latter just snorted and did not protest on the spot. He just said, "We will discuss your security issues in detail later." He let go of the matter for the time being, silently watching Fujimaru Ritsuka and Maxim, who gradually realized how useful the Ultramarines were, negotiate. He inexplicably entrusted all the issues related to the entire diplomatic meeting with one click. After the latter left in a daze, he immediately decided to start fishing happily.

——Of course you should touch it when you can. After all, it will be hard to find the next store after this village!
So she happily leaped back to the Storm's Edge, cooked a meal for herself with a sense of ritual (and tried to feed the cream cookies baked by other people present, including Amit), took a bath for much longer than usual, and then got into bed and slept until noon the next day. After she got up and had brunch, she finally started working - she spent an hour and a half finalizing the general process of the meeting with the Eldar Prophet with Maxim, and learned that the specific participants and the time of the meeting needed further discussion. In short, it would not be in the next two days. By the way, she threw the woodcut that was going to be sent to Clone Fulgrim out for inspection. Then, she started a new round of slacking off until the evening, when Akuldona, who had been wandering outside in spirit form, came back and discovered this:
Ritsuka Fujimaru was actually picking clothes for himself in the cloakroom.

In Akuldona's previous impression, there was no such thing as a "cloakroom" on the Storm's Edge - the facilities closest to this concept were Fujimaru Ritsuka's dress preparation room, "Miss Crane's" tailoring room, or the sundry warehouse attached to Da Vinci's workshop. But now, in what Akuldona thought was just an ordinary sundry room, there were already layers of hangers, and rows of gorgeous dresses of various shapes were hung on it like a wall.

Akuldona's first reaction was that Tarvitz and the others would be happy. Shortly after Storm's Edge crashed into the Astronomican, she realized that "Fujimaru Ritsuka's non-combat uniforms only had two sets of casual clothes that could be exchanged for each other," and a little hidden anxiety arose among the children of the Cursed Emperor who had crossed paths with her. Akuldona could sense this hidden anxiety, and could also connect the starting point of this anxiety with the aforementioned facts, but if she wanted to continue to dig deeper into what kind of chemical reaction occurred within this connection, which ultimately led to such a result, this was really beyond Akuldona's ability.

But both Tarvitz and Vespasian were far away from Macragge, so Akurdona could feel an inexplicable sense of relief as he watched Fujimaru Ritsuka floating towards him in a youthful candy-colored Rococo-style everyday dress. In her hand, she was holding another dress of a similar style but with more sedate colors and patterns, and she held it in front of him: "Which one do you think looks better?"

"The one you're wearing suits your temperament better," Akurdona said without hesitation, "but the one in your hand is more solemn, and the dark color highlights your hair and makes people focus more on your face."

——You should doubt Akuldona's emotional intelligence, but you should not doubt the aesthetic taste of the loyal Emperor's children: if Akuldona's aesthetic taste is not good, he will not realize that his paintings are bad. Fujimaru Ritsuka obviously took this to heart and began to stare at the skirt in her hand hesitantly. It is easy to see that she originally liked the one she was wearing, but Akuldona's point of view made her gradually lean towards another choice. This made the former realize that Fujimaru Ritsuka was choosing clothes here for attending a certain occasion in the future.

"Why? If you picked these for the meeting with the Eldar later, then neither of these two suits is formal enough." Akuldona pointed down at Fujimaru Ritsuka's ankles that were just exposed outside the hem of her skirt, "The skirt is not long enough."

"Who would bother picking clothes with them? I'll wear Ortenaus when the time comes." Fujimaru Ritsuka said with disdain, "This is for when we go to the underground of the fortress later."

That was for the meeting with the clone Fulgrim. After realizing this, Akuldona didn't even think about it: "Then of course you can do whatever you want, whatever you want to wear!"

"How can this be the same?" Fujimaru Ritsuka floated back to the clothes rack in a sullen manner and hung up the dark skirt in his hand. Akurdona keenly sensed this inexplicable melancholy, but before he had time to think deeply about it, Fujimaru Ritsuka's next question followed: "What's the situation outside now?"

At this point, Akuldona immediately put aside the little matter that had happened before: "Everything is fine. The Sons of Phoenix Chapter has started to operate again. I see that they are all holding their breath and are now just waiting for the next combat order. The Hera Fortress as a whole is still busy. The dispute between Master Guilliman and Master Dorn has made the atmosphere a little panic. The condition of the master underground is relatively stable. He just said that he was a little bored. He was quite happy when he knew that someone would come to see him soon. Oh, and I saw Sigismund dueling with the Ultramarines."

A question mark instantly rose above Fujimaru Ritsuka's head, and he immediately grasped the last point accurately: "Sigismund likes to fight, but there is no hatred or grudge between him and the Ultramarines. What is there to fight about?"

Akurdona didn't say anything, and immediately felt guilty like a deflated tire. It was obvious that he only paid attention to the fact that "someone was dueling", and perhaps watched the whole process with great interest, but he didn't think about the cause and effect of the whole thing.

Seeing his reaction, Fujimaru Ritsuka guessed what Akurdona was thinking at the time. He knew that he couldn't get any more information from this person, so he could only sigh and ask, "What was the result?"

"Sigismund gave up a lot," Akurdona concluded immediately. He was very excited when describing this scene, as if he was doing a live broadcast with Fujimaru Ritsuka in a vivid way, but the result was that he was once again attacked by the latter with a soft cushion, "That's not the point! I just want to know if there was any damage in the end!"

"It was a bit unpleasant... I think the atmosphere was okay." Akurdona's tone was less certain than before. Even though he was watching from the side in spirit form, he was already used to being the center of attention in the duel cage when he was alive, but the fanatical atmosphere of the audience at the duel still made him feel uneasy. "Of course Sigismund won in the end, but I think everyone was happy. No one seemed particularly unhappy."

"That's OK." Fujimaru Ritsuka commented, but there was no hint of "she thought it was OK" in her tone. She froze in place for a few seconds, thinking about all the causes and consequences of the Storm's Edge after landing on Macragge, and then suddenly jumped up:

"Come on, accompany me to find him." She adjusted the hem of her skirt a little, thinking that the length would not affect her walking, and started to move directly to the door. "This idiot can't even take a vacation! He must have been idle and somehow got involved in something else, and then took the opportunity to act stubbornly! How hateful! Why didn't Chaldea have such a stubborn person when I was playing Zhouhui and Infinity Pool!"

Akuldona didn't know what the cycle and the infinite pool were, and a kind of intuition unique to subspace creatures also told him that it would be best not to explore this issue. He followed Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was jogging all the way, past Amit, walked out of the Storm Boundary, and left the hangar in the Hera Fortress that was vacated specifically for their temporary accommodation. However, just as Fujimaru Ritsuka began to study the map of the Hera Fortress and was about to follow the subtle feeling pointed out by the contract to circle the approximate location of Sigismund's current location, several mortal servants belonging to Digris suddenly appeared nearby, and hurriedly came up with a very clear goal, and greeted Fujimaru Ritsuka in a flustered manner according to etiquette:
"Sir, please prepare yourself immediately." The servant's expression showed obvious anxiety. "The Primarch - Lord Guilliman hopes to meet with you immediately."

(End of this chapter)