Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 371 Was it intentional or accidental?
The time in Wandering Port has come to the afternoon of Terra time. Although there is no star bright enough to distinguish between day and night, humans still tend to use the 24-hour system or day and night system brought by Holy Terra.

At 3:22 p.m., the neon sign of the "Delicious and Nutritious" restaurant lit up with the sound of electric arc ignition.

Many people who had gathered and waited for a long time in the Court of the Dead Square immediately began to pray fanatically and devoutly to this shiny and flashy pink neon billboard.

While most people were staring at the huge light-polluting billboard, trying to imprint the words on their retinas, some people were staring with envy or ulterior motives at the customers who took out their seat number plates and were led in to eat by the charming tall man at the door.

In fact, many of those customers often surprise even the most knowledgeable observer.

Obviously, as time goes by, fewer and fewer ordinary customers are able to patronize this place.

An Inquisitor Acolyte disguised as an ordinary customer walked into the door of the "Delicious and Nutritious" restaurant as calmly as possible. The first person who caught his eye was a very... persuasive man.

Oh, the throne. He thought, if I were to describe him, perhaps the charm of the legendary Emperor Angel would not be enough to fully describe him. What exactly is he? What makes one person have so many characteristics at the same time? ——Father, son, brother, partner, such charm can be combined in the same person at the same time, it is completely incredible...

Then this charming, instantly attractive man grinned at him.

Oh my goodness, by the God-Emperor. The faithful acolyte thought, can I really do this? Can I really make it to the end of this visit? For the first time in his decades of service to Inquisitor-Lord Zebe, he began to doubt his own abilities. How could I deceive someone who seemed so...sincere?
Tariq Torgadon seated the man, who was already dazed, and handed him a menu. He then turned and went to the front hall of the kitchen to stand beside Gavial Loken, who was stacking trays at the serving area.

"Hey, Gavial," he whispered, "do you see anything on my face? Why is it that every guest looks so absent-minded when they see me lately?"

His companion glanced at him and said, "Aren't you used to it yet? This isn't your first day working in this position."

"Oh, my god, Gavial, I'm better at dealing with people who refuse to surrender or attacks by aliens, rather than dealing with people who stare at me with their eyes wide open, or deliberately throw things in their hands to me, or pretend to faint at my feet."

"Besides," he complained, "why not you? You're the type that girls like more, right?"

Lorcan gave him a thoughtful look.

Torgadon now has a dark brown shaved head that is close to black, and deep and bright eyes. In fact, among the members of the Council of Four Kings, only Gaviel Loken's appearance is more inclined to the characteristics of Cthunians, and the other three members are more or less like their genetic biological fathers.

Of course not Achimand, who looked especially like their genetic father himself, but whose personality was quite different.

"Well... maybe it's because you inherited some of our 'father's' charm." Locke said half-jokingly.

The expression on Togarton's amiable face, which was a little cynical and slightly bearded, turned extremely cold and aggressive in an instant.

He restrained his smile, but then put on a new one, "Oh, this is not funny, Gavial, Gavial, perhaps we should discuss when to replace me in the kitchen, and let someone like Sol Tarvitz take my place in the front. I think the officers of the Emperor's Children should be better at dealing with these things than me, so it would be more appropriate for them to do this." "That's right." The captain of the former tenth company slowed down his work, thinking, "It seems that the original plan should have been for an Emperor's Child to take turns on duty with you, instead of letting you stay here alone."

"What? Really?" Torgaddon said in surprise and a little exaggerated, "Throne! So I can have some rest time? Oh, that's terrible, who is it? Who is a deserter? Who didn't come and trapped me here? If I know who it is, I will definitely ask him to come with me to the fighting cage for a good 'heart-to-heart talk'! Since he is a member of the Emperor's Children, then Sol Tarvitz should know the details, right?"

"Yeah, but he's very busy right now and doesn't have time to answer extra questions."

"Oh, yes," said Torgaddon. "I'd say a chef desperately working on an endless supply of orders is one of the most unapproachable beings in the universe. Hey! Do you think it's possible that Saul Tarvitz forgot he had a companion coming? Because I never heard him mention it?"

"But I heard him mention it to me."

"Shouldn't you go and remind him?"

"I'll remind him after the store closes today. Thank you, Togaton, because I also subconsciously neglected this matter."

"It's okay, it's good to remember it... But by the way, where did this Emperor's son go? As a... could he get lost? It won't take long for him to get here on our Stormbird, he should have arrived here a long time ago. Also, I heard from the guests that Wandering Port's traditional festivals Discovery Day and the Opening of the Great Mouth are coming soon, and there will be more and more people. I sincerely hope that one more helper will be a blessing."

"I don't know," Loken replied, also laughing. "It's not like anyone could kidnap an experienced Emperor's Children elite swordsman Astartes here? That's too incredible. After all, this place only has 500 million people. So far, I haven't seen anyone who I think is worthy of being an opponent."

Torgarton laughed. He pointed at the shop full of customers through the one-way glass and said, "There are quite a few weird-looking guys here, right?"

Loken also smiled. "Perhaps there are one or two who can be considered a threat, but as long as I wear my new power armor and hold my weapons, I have absolute confidence."

"What confidence? The confidence to turn them all into a pool of organic debris? I have that too." Torgaddon laughed and patted Loken's shoulder, his handsome sea green-gray eyes sparkling on his face.

"You two! You still have time to chat? Gaviel Loken! Tarik Torgaddon! What are you two doing there?! Come in and help me! If I see you two chatting like this during work hours again, I will spray your power armor pink and make you stand in front of the store window to display their armor for the whole day!"

"Your Majesty! That's a powerful threat! Well, it sounds even more chilling to me than the Eighth Legion's fear tactics. Here we go!" Torgaddon commented, and then he ran away quickly, while Loken hurried into the depths of the kitchen and began to help the frantic Sol Tarvitz.

Of course, there were other legionnaires helping in the kitchen, but it was clear that the constant pressure of so many guests ordering food had made this outstanding commander of the Emperor's Children, who pursued the perfect responsibility of a front-line officer, very irritable.

Naturally, in the bustle, poor (? ) Lucius's affairs were once again forgotten by Locke for a moment (? ).

(End of this chapter)