Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 326: Memoirs of a Bishop (II)
(The yellowed old parchment made a fragile crackling sound, which was somewhat worrying, but the fingers of the automaton successfully opened the second volume and presented the handwritten contents to the reader)
...That day, after recovering in the ward for a while, I immediately asked Ms. Melvalien with a smug look on my face to send a letter to the ground on my behalf, so that those who were worried about me would not worry, and those with ulterior motives would not be too complacent or take the opportunity to do some clever tricks.

She consented, and summoned one of her ladies-in-waiting to do it, and I was surprised to see that among her maids and attendants there were many...

Because my surprised expression was probably too obvious, Ms. Melvalien noticed it and told me that there was no need to be surprised, as many people living in the void had mutation problems, but the just Midnight Haunter treated his people equally, and as long as they could pass the test of the Lord of the Night, they could all go to the infirmary and queue up for an operation.

The Lord of Night usually allows people to remove the mutated parts and replace them with metal prostheses as much as possible. If that doesn't work, they can apply to the biological laboratory for an organ made of flesh and blood.

Oh - at this time I learned that the infirmary and the biological laboratory were both run by the extraordinary Master Valier. Perhaps everyone recognizes that the greatest and most extraordinary Astartes pharmacist in the galaxy is Master Honso, but personally, I think Master Valier is not inferior to him.

The news I got from Ms. Melvalien shocked me and comforted me: it turned out that the mutation problem was not just among us. At that time, I confirmed my guess that the mutation was indeed caused by our natural exposure to the void. This cognition warned me to use the power of the void with great caution in the years that followed; and that perhaps many children and adults in our guild could be saved, as long as limbs and faces could be removed and reconstructed... But at that time, two doubts existed in my mind:

First, what is the test of the Lord of Night? Will it be difficult to pass? If we can pass it, what price will we have to pay?
Secondly, if there are so many problems like this, and the only surgeon is the Angel Valier (this word was heavily crossed out and erased), how can the pharmacist handle it all by himself?
Whenever I think about it later, I am very glad that I asked this question when I met the noble, beautiful, sacred and great His Highness Koze.

But please allow me to devote a separate section to this passage.

The precious document I will write down next will be the conversation between me and His Highness Koze at that time, as well as the content of that dreamy and wonderful banquet.

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When I humbly and reservedly asked him: What should I call you, my Lord?

He replied: The Lord of the Night, the Midnight Haunter and Conrad Curze are all me now. I am who I am and will not change because of what you call me, so you can choose any one of them to call me.

When I asked him hopefully: What kind of temples and altars should we build for you, what kind of offerings and sacrifices should we make? What kind of sacrifices are pleasing to you?
He replied: I do not need temples or altars, because my temple is above the starry sky and deep in your hearts. My altar is the earth beneath your feet. Your sweat, hard work, loyalty, discipline and awe of your own inner morality and justice are my favorite sacrifices.

With tears in my eyes I asked him: Will you allow us, humble ones, to serve you, my Lord? We will give all we can.

He replied: I need your proud service, not your humble servanthood; you must never easily give all you have, or even a little of it, to any being. The dam of a psyker's mind - or, as we say here, the retaining wall - is often destroyed by the movement of the first gravel at its base. Remember my words, Sandra of Thessaguarza, and remember that you are made of steel within and without. He who has a heart of steel practices a will of steel.

At this time, the guardian angels outside the door seemed to have a slight commotion, but they did not come in, and the beast in His Highness Koz's hand showed its sharp teeth and let out a shrill and strange howl - although He was comforted in his large hands, I still did not dare to look directly at His eyes that seemed to be able to see through my soul, my heart, my life and everything about me. I lowered my head and heard some sounds and short sentences that I am not convenient to list here, but it worked. In the end, the beast messenger still quieted down in dissatisfaction, and our conversation continued. When I burst into tears and asked him: You are so good to us, what can we do to repay you?
He replied: If you feel so, go back and tell others and happily attend the party I am about to hold, and then I will feel happy.

After my question and answer session with His Highness, on the twenty-second day of my first spring back on the surface, the “Bud Day” banquet was held.

Even when I'm running against enemies in the fetid swamps or acid rain of the Gobi Desert, or hunting down notorious criminals in the lower levels of the hive, I always remember the banquet of this day.

In fact, due to the large number of participants in this banquet, the menus at each banquet location are inevitably different, but the main food from the Night Lord's Kitchen is the same:

Five stacks of handmade thin flatbreads, baked to brown edges and with traces of smoke, with an extremely delicious combination of melted and bubbling fat and protein on top - I later learned that this was the state of cheese after it was melted; in addition to the unforgettable Rekha coffee, which was as fragrant as the future and as bitter as the past, there were also two cans of molasses juice in promethium fuel transport tanks, which were soaked with the first fruits produced by the land on this planet. The transport tanks had been cleaned and had a faucet switch installed at the bottom, so that everyone could use their own container to fill a cup or a bowl to drink.

I dare say that at first no one realized that these foods had something special besides being extremely delicious and making people feel warm and powerful when eating them.

It wasn't until a latecomer reached out and picked up the last cake and poured out the last cup of molasses that we realized with surprise that the amount of cakes and honey was just right.

We don't even know how many people will come here today and how much food they will eat.

And finally, after we communicated with each other with greater awe, we discovered that the amount of bread and honey sent to each city and settlement was the same.

Just right, not too much, not too little, not letting anyone go hungry, and not wasting a single cent.

This profound teaching from the Lord of the Night and the miracles he performed will be imprinted in the hearts of all of us who were present at the time.

Tesaguazar and I will never forget.

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(The automaton closed the memoir, and the reader listened to a series of subtle sounds of mechanisms working, and the memoir was sent back to a sealed storage compartment filled with inert gas deep in the darkness.)
(End of this chapter)