Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 457 06.0456: "Feel good on top, hurt on the back"

Archie, Harvey, Leidos, Fideo and the others looked at each other, then silently followed the captain's example and began to pick up the plates of vegetables or fresh meat from the cart beside them and put them into the copper pot in front of them.

"Madam Inquisitor, please allow me to be of service to you."

With a warm expression, Horatio picked up a pile of fresh meat with chopsticks, put it in a special colander, and after the female judge nodded, scooped it into her bowl.

"Hmm! So delicious!" Tei stroked her pink cheeks, squinting her eyes and smiling, tasting and exclaiming in admiration.

Farida, who was sitting diagonally opposite, saw this and was shocked. She stared at Thei in disbelief, then picked up the cup of juice, and her whole body seemed to be bubbling.

After a while, the bubbles stopped.

She wiped her mouth in a ladylike manner, smiled at Horatio and said:
"Captain, I'm still a little unsure about using chopsticks. Could you please serve me some?"

"Of course." Since the distance was not far, Horatio readily accepted Farida's request.

After all, in principle, as the Chief Inspector of the Epic, she is equal to the captain beyond rank.

He is the master outside, she is the master inside.

Therefore, although the captain's position is generally considered to be slightly higher than that of the inspector general, it does not affect the essentially equal status of the two.

When Horatio handed Farida a bowl full of meat slices and bean sprouts, she stared into Thei's eyes with an expression that said, "Hehe, me too."

There is one thing about Farida that is easy to handle. As long as you can handle the problem that she is not worried about having too little but unequal treatment, or make her feel that she is the one who is favored, she will not make a fuss and will be as well-behaved and obedient as a golden Persian cat.

To put it simply, be good to others and be the same good to her; but it would be better if you could be even better, so that she would be immersed in the sense of superiority and be complacent, not making a fuss or losing her temper, and being very obedient.

At this time, Louise was struggling with a meatball. After trying many times with an awkward chopstick-holding posture, she still failed to pick it up, feeling embarrassed and discouraged.

"Louise, please let me do it. How about this one? And this one?"

After a while, he served Louise the dishes she wanted to eat.

"Thank you...Captain." Her face was red from the sweat she had been sweating on in front of the hot pot, and she was flattered to take the heavy bowl from Horatio.

"Well, it's too far from the captain." Veronica bit her chopsticks, pouted, and approached Anya Fasha mischievously: "Little Fasha~ I don't know how to use chopsticks~ Help me scoop a bowl~"

pat!

A knife flashed by, and Fasha certainly would not indulge Veronica, who was already eating with a gusto and with red oil on the corners of her mouth, and came over to act coquettishly.

"Ah~~Ah~~" Veronica could only curl up into a ball with tears in her eyes, put the bowl on the soft spherical table in front of her, and chew the food.

"Do it yourself, don't give me that chopstick trick." Anya Fasha was already able to use the chopsticks quite skillfully. She held the bowl, picked up a piece of cooked meat, closed her eyes and tasted it.

Horatio turned to the female Tech Priest beside him.

"Father Ratti, is this dinner to your liking?"

"Ah la~ah la~ Captain, you know that nothing is off-limits to me."

The female chef's slender hands covered with advanced bionic skin were seen holding chopsticks, and several prosthetic limbs behind her were holding up the bowls and plates. She was tasting the dishes in a physical sense.

Horatio actually wanted to know whether the abdominal cavity of this mysterious, unmotivated, and seemingly friendly mechanical priest contained an auxiliary brain, a native stomach, or an artificial stomach. He also didn't know whether she really had a sense of taste or a need to eat.

"It's amazing! Most of these are common ingredients, but there are such unique and delicious ways to eat them!" After tasting them, Harvey couldn't help but exclaim in praise.

As the son of a general of the Astra Militarum, Harvey grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, but as a worldly-wise man, he also spoke highly of this dish.

"It's amazing. It should be very spicy, but after being dipped in the sauce in front of it, the seasoning not only alleviates the impact of the spiciness, but also adds a rich fatty aroma. It's really a magical dish." Archie looked at the boiling pot in front of him in disbelief. Even though his hands were covered with a thick layer of animal oil, he couldn't put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands.

The "fatty fragrance" he mentioned refers to the taste of sesame paste mixed with sesame oil.

From not knowing where to start at the beginning, to now the plates of meat and vegetables in the dining car next to me are quickly disappearing.

The officers had lost their usual refinement and decorum, and were showing off very quickly. Soon, the second round of dishes was brought up.

The dishes arranged by Horatio are very classic. It cannot be said that they are exactly the same as the hot pot dishes of the 3K era. It can only be said that at least even those things that no longer exist have corresponding substitutes.

There are crystal clear sliced ​​meat rolls, chewy yellow throat, elastic beaten meatballs, crispy and tender tripe, everything you can expect.

After a day and a night of cooking, the clear soup pot made from bone broth was finally added with fresh, sweet, crispy and tender vegetables.

Thanks to the Imperial Navy's excellent cold chain storage technology, naval officers can enjoy fresh vegetables at any time. If it is a larger warship, there will be a hydroponic farm dedicated to supplying officers' canteens, which are picked and harvested, absolutely fresh.

"Master Korchagin, I hope the food tonight is to your liking."

Horatio greeted the large, black-armored man at the other end of the table.

Even while dining, this Raven Guard remained on high alert. Wearing power armor and a genetically enhanced body, he was twice as tall as the officer dining next to him even when sitting.

Brother Korchagin usually leads a simple and ascetic life. He came to the official hall to have dinner today out of respect for the captain. Otherwise, his usual meals would be very plain and simple.

He almost only consumed special energy bars of Astartes standard and some vegetables and fruits as nutrition to maintain normal physical consumption and energy reserves.

"Thank you for the hospitality, Captain." The monk with a neat shaved head was incredibly strong. Ordinary chopsticks could not withstand the strength of his fingertips. With the help of his servants, he cooked some high-protein food and tasted it.

"I thought perhaps you had a normal sense of taste. I have dined and drank with the Blood Angels aboard the Vengeful Blade, but I was never sure of the Brothers' habits."

"Our throat glands have been modified, but our sense of taste is still there. It's just that our perception of taste is not as sensitive as that of ordinary people. But I think this may also be related to the difference in gene seeds. I have fought alongside the Blood Angels in Ultramarine. These cousins ​​are very different from us. I think their sense of taste should be more developed than ours."

"I see. Since you are aboard my warship, please let us know if you have any needs. We are honored to serve you."

In response to the captain's generous promise, the monk nodded slightly in silence and placed his large hand on his chest in greeting.

This also indirectly reflects another characteristic of the Raven Guard: they have harmonious relations with mortals, and do not seek to establish a relationship of superiors and subordinates, but instead try to integrate into the mortals.

The Raven Guard, who was about to continue his meal, suddenly looked up at the ceiling and then at the Roman column beside him.

The half-cat girl poked her head into the captain's office.

Brother Korchagin reflected deeply on the fact that he did not discover the sub-human immediately.

Perhaps it was due to her long-term training in the Lower Nest, this half-cat girl did have an extraordinary stealth skill. Even the Raven Guards were not able to detect it immediately, this was no longer an ordinary innate stealth saint.

Thei narrowed his eyes at the half-cat girl who slipped behind Horatio and gave a meaningful smile.

"Boss! What delicious food are you eating?" The half-cat girl suddenly jumped out from behind Horatio and patted his shoulder.

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This is a very disrespectful act.

An extra crew member slipped into the captain's office without going through the security check, and was able to get directly close to the warship's highest officer and patted the captain's shoulder impolitely.

According to the Imperial Navy's disciplinary laws, such behavior would be punished by being whipped to death.

But as the highest authority on the ship, Horatio had his own special rules and did not use military regulations to restrict the half-cat girl in etiquette.

In other words, Horatio really thought of her as a warship cat girl.

As long as Yoyo doesn't steal or rob, the officers don't need to use military laws and regulations to overly restrict her on weekdays, and they will even tease this cute half-cat.

Despite this, she has learned how to stand at attention and salute properly by following the example of the sailors, and everything is going in the right direction.

Horatio asked the chef for new dishes and plates and arranged a seat for Yoyo at the end of the empty table.

"Hey, hello, big guy." She wagged her furry tail and sat down next to Brother Korchagin's seat.

"..."

The Death Watch Astartes Brother from the Raven Guard stared at the half-cat man in a navy sailor's uniform with eyes as dark as night, and remained silent.

"Hello."

His face was resolute, like a little giant sculpted by a master, and it took him a long time to squeeze out these two words.

It was not surprising that the Imperial Army had subhuman auxiliary forces. Even though their numbers in the Astra Militarum and the Imperial Navy were not comparable to those during the Great Crusade, their presence was quite common.

How the Astartes viewed them was another matter.

Faced with Yoyo, who is talkative and has no sense of boundaries, the monk seems to be at a loss as to what to say.

This little episode did not interrupt the banquet.

The one who ate the most at the entire banquet was Veronica.

She alone displayed at least 15 plates of freshly cut meats.

Although Horatio kindly advised her not to eat too much meat cooked in the hot pot at one time and to eat more vegetables in the soup pot, she still ordered 5 plates of meat to go into the hot pot.

In this regard, Horatio can only say that hot pot is good, but don't eat too much.

That night, in the captain's bedroom.

"Haha~ Captain, that's great~!"

"Continue~"

They were in the midst of a passionate battle, and the high-pitched female voice filled the entire room, making the bed creak.

The hot and unrestrained dark-skinned female pilot knelt on the captain's bed, and used her hands to tie up her sexy and unrestrained big wavy hair and let it fall back.

On the other side of the wall, Veronica felt a burning pain in her back all night, and it seemed to be swollen because she ate too much spicy hot pot food.

His stomach growled and he collapsed in the toilet, leaving the captain to his own devices, Anya Fasha.

"Why is the hot pot still spicy? I shouldn't have eaten so much. Ugh!"

The girl with short golden hair sat on the gilded toilet, wanting to cry but unable to do so, covering her slightly fleshy belly which was twitching uncomfortably.

She spent the next few days taking stomach medicine. Even when she was on board, she spent one-third of her time in the chemical toilet in the middle of the Fury interceptor.

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　I thought there would be something interesting last night, but I didn't expect Yin Kaka to make a big scene! I ended up not having the fries delivered yesterday! The final score is -2! (Boo)

　　
　
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