Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 393 Cold sweat
"Talk? Ah, what is it? Pepe darling, I'm just planning to connect myself to your Thinker array and take a nap. The results will be out soon, don't delay, the longer the night, the more trouble you will have."

"There's really no rush for this - Ramizarn." The black and white plush tyrant separated the many cables and display panels hanging from the secret door on the ceiling in front of him, and tapped the floating anti-gravity flying disc under his feet that flew in front of him - well, it was obvious that old Mr. Kadur Macador had fully demonstrated his comprehensive knowledge of civil affairs on the Iron Blood.

"Did you forget something? Something I should have been told?"

“Ah?” The person who was asked so seriously immediately began to blink blankly, “Is there? I haven’t had anything recently…”

"Think about it again?" The shepherd stared at the face of his body so seriously - this body created with ancient genetic engineering, old night era technology and some indescribable things is actually completely different from the dead body on Medlengard that was like a painful afterimage of the past.

Now, the light of "humanity", vitality and hope shines on his not-so-beautiful but charming face. This temperament, which is extremely attractive to any thinking creature, is a little similar to the one that Perturabo had seen on the face of Horus when he was most high-spirited. But the Demon Primarch knew that the similarity was only one point, and there were more and more essential things that were completely different. Although he still could not return to his body, it would be a hypocritical lie to say that he did not feel some secret satisfaction about this.

- Just don't always use Perturabo's own face to look so silly and don't continue to be so forgetful, he sighed secretly, but as Ramizarn's power grew unknowingly, it was an inevitable synchronous side effect that his human similarity with the original librarian from Ancient Terra would also increase. However, this was already an excellent shortcoming and was completely within the tolerable range.

Ramizane, who also sat up straight and thought hard because the questioner seemed too serious, had no idea what Perturabo was thinking.

He was laughing and pretending to be ignorant and stupid in front of the sheepdog primarch, while cold sweat broke out on his back - just like 3K Terra who was suddenly asked by his partner "Do you remember what you promised me last time? I'm really looking forward to it" but actually had no idea what the other person was referring to. In his mind, he was searching for anything that might be close to the answer at an extremely fast speed.

Think about it! Ramizane! Have you done anything illegal recently?
Well, it shouldn't be a taboo to take Perturabo to verify whether the guards of the Hall of Prophecy can teleport using the levitation disk and stasis field while he is sleeping? After all, Saul Tarvitz said that he was not the only one who went in to read those books, so it's okay for me to go and take a look.

There shouldn't be anyone who reported it. I even asked Magna to clear out the people on that entire route and seal the door. After Pepe came out of the stasis zone, he was sleeping soundly and didn't seem to notice anything afterwards.

That shouldn't be it. Let's think about it. Uh, does it count if I secretly instruct Ahlin to go to various places to film my immersive travel experiences for me...? It shouldn't count, right? I can't often go out with Pepe in person. It makes too much noise, and it's not convenient to leave the Destiny Steel. What's wrong with sending an aide to take some records for me to eat with? Besides, Ahlin also has experience in missions to this star region... But it seems that I really didn't tell Pepe about this. He was so busy that he didn't even notice that it wasn't Ahlin who poured water for him and washed the dishes every day. Alas, Iron Warriors...

I’ll find a chance to talk about it later.

That's not it, so what else is there? The failed attempt to add a pronunciation module to Magna's body? This doesn't count...

I secretly used his fallen hair and fluff to make a lot of mini shepherd pendant balls? But how come these pendants are gone when I turn around... Where did I put them? My memory is getting worse and worse, there are too many trivial things!

Wait! Is this it?

Mr. Ramizane Carosini suddenly remembered something and became excited. He quickly pulled out his calendar which was filled with scribblings because he was easily forgetful. That was it! It must be this!

He raised his head confidently, looking directly at the great Iron Lord, the spiritual father of the Iron Warriors, and his own black and white plush sheepdog, Tyrant, who was staring at him with an inquiring look. "Pei! Your birthday is coming!" Ramizane said with a smile on his face, his eyes curved with laughter, "How could I forget! I prepared a birthday present for you long ago, baby Pepe!"

The demon lord, who looked like a border collie, stared at Ramizane with his dark brown almond eyes wide open, his tail curled up, the two drooping ear tips on his erect ears trembling slightly, and the hair at the base of his ears standing up.

"Well, that's right. You see, you are now Perturabo himself, so I can't put the gift in an obvious place like I did when I was a dog. I think I should give you a surprise on your birthday! So I have been pretending to forget your birthday and never mentioned it. Are you angry? Don't be angry, I remember it perfectly! And the gift that was originally placed on your toy cabinet in the house... well, I can't bring that gift here, but I have prepared another one for you!"

The dog continued to stare at his body with that look, making the other party even more confused and rubbing his hands cautiously.

"What? Shouldn't I do this? Actually, you don't like surprises and long, anxious waits. Should I spoil the story in advance and then give it to you on the day of the event?"

Finally, the shepherd dog tightened his jaw, raised his head, and replied arrogantly with a sneer, "Yes, you should have told me about this in advance! Instead of preparing some stupid surprise!"

"Sorry, it turns out you prefer this way. I will try my best in the future..."

"But you still didn't say what you were supposed to say."

Mr. Ramizane Kalosini, who was smiling happily and about to reach out to hug the sheepdog's thick long mane, saw that he used the steel-like facial muscles of the fourth Primarch, His Highness Perturabo, the Lord of the Iron Warriors, to successfully perform a variety of wonderful expression changes in one second that even the Eldar clown would admire.

"I……"

"you."

The border collie controlled the floating Frisbee, lowered its head, and with gleaming eyes, slowly approached the face of the person living in its body.

This time, real beads of cold sweat began to appear on Ramizarn's forehead.

"You--you never told me what happened after the accident, when your soul was separated and your body was put into stasis." The dog narrowed his eyes, "Why did you return in the end, but why did you come back alone?"

(End of this chapter)