Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 387 Interlude: Saul Tarvitz's Doubts (I)

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This is a conversation that probably took place between the heroic rebels on Isstvan III who were miraculously brought back by Angron Petra and before the opening of the "Delicious and Nutritious" restaurant.

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"May I ask for a moment of your time, Your Highness?"

Just after the morning meeting, Mr. Ramezane Kalosini was walking with Perturabo along the corridor of the Iron-Destiny Steel, which was now arranged as a beautiful wide simulated boulevard with sunlight shining through the gaps between the blades, to their office and living room when they were boldly stopped by an unexpected person.

Ramizane looked at the Astartes with some surprise who dared to stop them.

His purple and gold-painted power armor was still his original old uniform. It had been scrubbed but still bore traces of the fierce battle. His helmet had been taken off and locked around his waist.

This Space Marine has shoulder-length, smooth white hair and a resolute expression. A corner of his forehead is filled with a piece of gold-plated ceramic steel. This obvious repair mark makes his face, which is only considered handsome but not divine among his brothers, appear more like a cousin.

"Captain Saul Tarvitz?" The sincere and friendly face of His Highness Perturabo did not shock the Emperor's Children officer as much as others - he had never been promoted before, so he had not participated in many occasions that required the appearance of senior officers. However, he was able to maintain his dignity in front of this galactic spectacle.

"I am no longer a captain, Your Highness." The former Emperor's Child, clad in gold and purple power armour, saluted again, with a trained grace that was more akin to a brief military salute. "I know this is offensive, but I still venture to ask that you give me some time to be alone with you."

A malicious sneer began to emanate from the fearless helmet where the border collie was.

"Alone?! Fulgrim's cub?!" a black and white dog gritted his teeth, "Look! Ramizane Kalosini! It's all your fault! You've spoiled them all to the point of lawlessness! I think with the increasing number of stinky boys of various overly undisciplined bloodlines here, it's time to restore the glorious eleven-draw kill management system of the Fourth Legion!"

"Hush, hush, it's not too much to ask, it's all right (he swallowed the word "good" in his mouth)... It's all right, Perturabo, I have nothing to do anyway..."

"If you have nothing to do, you can come and help me do more things, such as reconciling accounts! My accounts will never be finished!"

"Isn't it because you're always worried about what I've done and it takes more time to check it again?"

[Okay, just for a while, I can rub your ears and chin for you later, Pepe baby.]

【snort!!!!!】

[…I’ll make you some Grox bone soup for lunch later. I’ll make it myself.]

【……snort……!】

【Legs with skin.】

[Okay, I have to...]

[The hard skin is cleaned, the soup is milky white, the fan bones are stewed to a crispy texture, the leg bones have bone marrow, a little bit of leeks, and a little bit of pepper. ]

【Ahem! Well, I'll just work in the room next to the office. Remember, it's only for a while! Spending too much time with these bastards who look so much like their father will make me want to hang them somewhere.】

[Okay, no problem, just focus on your work, it's settled.]

After reaching an agreement with his black and white plush tyrant pet dog in his mind in a flash, his blue eyes, like glaciers under the sun, turned to the nervous Tarvitz. "Can I spare some time for you... to be alone... Anyway, you come with us first."

When a nervous Tarvitz followed them into the bright office, he, like many people who came here for the first time, was immediately attracted by the interior design.

There were no complicated and gorgeous decorations and trophies that people were used to seeing in the rooms of the Supreme Lord or the Primarch. Everything was controlled in an area of ​​simplicity and magnificence that made the eyes feel balanced. Even the dome murals were so soft and bright. After a while, Tarvitz realized that this was because there were no candles as the light source here, and the lumens were cleverly embedded inside. After multiple reflections and refractions, they were softly and evenly sprinkled in every corner of the room and in the eyes of visitors.

Every turn and every pillar was an example of perfect cutting in mathematical calculation, which made Tarvitz feel comfortable. He moved his eyes and saw the neatly arranged exhibits on one wall, half hidden by the documents piled on the desk. He recognized several of them and opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"Come, sit down. What do you want to talk to me about? Is it about the maintenance of weapons and equipment or other unfamiliar places? Oh, by the way, what would you like to drink? Tea? Coffee? Juice? Water?"

Ramizarn sat down behind his desk. Behind the carved office chair, which also perfectly combined exquisiteness and simplicity, was a black void that shone with stardust as fine as sugar. Under his feet, he could see the edge of the pale blue atmosphere of the planet where they were anchored.

Tarvitz, who had withdrawn his gaze from a certain exhibit with difficulty, became a little restrained because of the overly kind and equal tone. "Water, water is fine. Thank you, Your Highness."

Saul Tarvitz had a glass of water placed in front of him as he watched the obviously still angry Master Khadormo carrying Perturabo into the room next to the office and slamming the door.

Astarte's senses told him that this was still a glass of warm water, very pure, at a temperature of 40 degrees, just right for his throat.

"Well. Go ahead. Tarvitz." The way the other person looked at him was very interesting at first, Thor thought, as if he had known him for a long time.

"Your Highness, I would like to ask..." The former commander of the Emperor's Children chose his words carefully, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Hmm?" The demigod leaned back after receiving such an unexpected answer, seeming a little surprised.

"I mean, you should know what kind of power you have in your hands now, right?"

"What? Do I have any decent power in my hands now?" Thick black eyebrows frowned in doubt, and Sol Tarvitz boldly searched the Primarch's face for a look of fun or ridicule. There was none. It seemed that this half of the Iron Lord was sincerely confused. "Whatever you want to ask, we are still too weak now, Tarvitz."

His face turned serious, and as the demigod's expression became serious, it seemed that even the temperature in the office began to drop.

"Too weak?" The officer of the Emperor's Children, who was already used to being commanded or fighting together, was also slightly moved. "Here... now there are two Glorious Queens, a battle barge and two cruisers! Especially--"

He emphasized, "Not only do these two Glorious Queens have regular Space Marines, but they are also led by Primarchs!" According to his observation, His Highness Angron Petra was very rare, generous, and obviously willing to follow his brother's arrangements on major matters.

The person opposite looked at Saul Tarvitz with a very strange look for a long time.

"Yes, there are indeed such ships and warriors," he said, "but only the Iron... the Destiny Steel and the original 1st, 2nd and 10th Companies are mine. If I want new ships, I have to find other ways. The Berakan Forge World is not good at shipbuilding. Sol Tarvitz, you must have made a mistake. That is Angron Petra's fleet, not mine. I have very few things in this galaxy, but I hope I can accumulate what I want bit by bit. After all, no matter how much others give you, it is not as good as your own."

Now it was Saul Tarvitz's turn to stare in disbelief.

(End of this chapter)