Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 390: Interlude: Saul Tarvitz's Doubts (Part )

"Clap."

The air in the office was stagnant for a moment because of the Reka coffee cup that was suddenly put down.

“Aspiration?” The other person blinked again and even laughed. “You are so humorous - I am just making an analogy. This is just a general description, not an ambition.”

"Normal? But, Your Highness." Both of Tarvitz's hearts were pounding due to the rapid flow of blood. He tried to calm himself down and reorganize his words to be more appropriate.

"But, Your Highness, when you mentioned us and our cousins, you seemed to know and be familiar with each legion... I mean, you even know our fighting style and others', and you seem to be fully confident about which legion to deploy in what type of war. Doesn't this mean that you have decided to become the leader of the brothers, reunite the Astartes Legion, bring the human empire back to its glory days, and dedicate victory, our repentance and glory to the throne of your father, our respected and great Emperor?"

His Highness Ramezane Perturabo (body) Kalosini's face clearly said "What the hell are you talking about?" "Shouldn't I know? I mean, the legions and their examples of use that I just mentioned - aren't these well-known things? Worthy of your description? And how did you come up with the following content? Did I say those things?"

His current lieutenant of the Honor Guard, the model warrior, the unsung hero of Isstvan III now looked like he was about to faint on the ground like a noble lady. "No, no, your highness. It's not like that. What you just said..."

"Clam?"

"Your Highness. Have you not realized yet? Even the Great Betrayer Horus, who was crowned as Warmaster in Ullanor, never achieved such a feat as you just described before he fell! And according to the records I have read here and the things that my cousins ​​who were once the Imperial Fists told me, on Terra back then."

He paused, as if considering whether it was appropriate to make such bold and presumptuous remarks in front of a fellow Primarch. After all, an Astartes, who was loyal but of the blood of a traitor, spoke so freely about his relatives to a Primarch. Even the bravest warrior would have wondered whether he was going too far. If the Primarch was displeased or suspicious about this, it would be completely understandable.

"Well, you know I don't blame you for this - in fact, it's been a while since anyone has talked to me like this. Pe-Turabo always has too much going on with his half, and I can't help him much. I think we could even talk a little longer and cover more topics."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have questioned you about this, Your Highness. But based on what I've read and the records and legends of the Chapter, I think what happened on Terra must not be as simple as publicly recorded."

"Smart Saul Tarvitz, keep going."

"Based on the current information, I have reason to believe that Lord Rogal Dorn must have had a headache commanding his brothers to fight. I even suspect that the Seventh Legion was the main defensive force back then." "Ahaha, you are truly worthy of being elected as the commander by the loyalists of the three legions. Go on - and where did you read the information? It doesn't seem like the Empire today would record it so honestly, as I recall?"

"It's the information in the private library of the original think tank brothers here, Your Highness. I know that the think tank brothers here are not here, but I was entrusted by the elders of Ruilano, and I also want to see if there is a public reading room where I can read some historical materials of events that have happened in the past ten thousand years. When I was there, the guard robots outside the door of the Prophet's Hall responded to the keywords. They were obviously input with the quick library guidance and door opening verification functions by the original owner of the Prophet's Hall, and they can directly teleport people in to read some of the books in the public area."

"Tsk, tsk, just like I told Piggy, the pursuit of learning can make people wise! I didn't know the guards in the Hall of Prophet had such a useful function. I'm going to try it out later - and then what?"

"What I mean is that even when the safety of Terra and the palace was at stake, I have never read in the records that His Highness Angron and... Lord Magna trust you as much as they do now." Tarvitz tactfully skipped the question of "Who is Piggy?"

"Uh...really?"

"Isn't it? Your Highness? As far as I know, His Highness Angron has shared his flagship's control system and verification security code with you after being taken in by you?"

"Yes, after the integration, Little Magna can now coordinate the internal network of Iron... Destiny Steel and Desert Ark for free communication. This has greatly improved our communication efficiency, computing power and sensor resource coordination capabilities, which is a very good win-win situation. With this coordinated mode, we can finally scan from two angles and see more clearly what is going on under the sea of ​​Pearl Moon! And we also have a very useful dedicated Wanwei Siji! Oh, by the way, soon after the debugging is completed, a new plug-in module will be installed in your personal communication beads. Remember to update it, Tarvitz."

"Congratulations, Your Highness. I will. I am also curious about these two things. Since I came here, I have been immersed in a novel and friendly environment every day, which can even comfort me from the pain of losing my father and brother. The brothers of the Iron Heart Hermitage are also good at psychological healing and psychic combing. These days of life on your ship have alleviated our... mental pain. This is what we want to tell you. We are all very grateful to you, Your Highness."

A strange expression appeared on the face of the primarch opposite him, as if he was happy to hear him say this but didn't know how to respond correctly.

So Tarvitz quickly changed the subject again, "--As I just said, don't you know what it means for him to deliver these to you?"

Ramizarn looked at him. "What does it represent? Allegiance? Dependence? Submission? Your thoughts are still in the past, Thor. When I took Angron in, I didn't think of annexing him, nor did I think of suppressing him. I never asked him to do so. He did it completely of his own accord. If he wanted to take him back, I wouldn't stop him. But he is a gentleman who was taught by someone I know. We have confirmed that we are comrades, colleagues, and family members. We are together. Isn't it natural to do this? There is no need to mention it deliberately. We are free to come and go. It's all said without saying. This is how it should be for a gentleman's friendship."

The warrior across from him sat in his chair, once again seemingly trying to process every word he heard.

(End of this chapter)