Neither of them used words to convince the other that Vulkan was far more stubborn than imagined, which was probably a good thing, as it meant that he would not be easily swayed, even if the cost was the blood of more heirs.
But during the conversation, Fainus gradually realized that Mortarion was not really trying to admonish Vulkan, but rather judging him by Vulkan's words and deeds.
Why...why is he so wary of the Brotherhood? unless……
The deepest fear emerged from Faenus' logic. He didn't want this to be true. He would rather hope that the truth of the matter was that Mortarion himself was a madman.
But is this possible?
Not long after they left the Fireforge, the Lord of Medusa received an invitation from the Lord of Death, and the conversation between them was far from over.
Unlike Mortarion, who would never board another Legion ship unless necessary, Faenus had not experienced so much, so he went happily.
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【Endurance】
The Deathlord sat comfortably in his personal chair, clearly looking more relaxed than he had on the Fireforged. On the other side, the Lord of Medusa did not look so comfortable.
Just like Vulkan likes to decorate the fire horn with high temperature and fire, Mortarion likes to cover his room with a light and warm poisonous gas. He even took off his breathing mask-at this time, Feinus Then I realized that it was not a gas mask, but a gas mask.
Maybe Mortarion is a madman.
[Welcome, my brother. 】
Mortarion spoke casually. He raised his hand and signaled the servitor to pour wine for the two original bodies. In the relatively simple red copper wine glasses, the slightly turbid wine reflected the barrenness and darkness in the room.
Faenus slowly turned his gaze to Mortarion.
[Please forgive me, compared to those legions who care about life, the Death Guard does not care too much about things other than war. 】
Mortarion nonchalantly took another small flask of wine from the tray held by the servitor, and then added a little more spices to his cup. Fainus could clearly see that what was poured out of the flask was pure black. The smelly liquid was mixed with some unknown black residue.
Now Faenus has ranked Mortarion at the top of the list of the strangest Primarchs, and he's decided to take Mortarion's credibility down a notch.
Realizing that Faenus had been staring at him, Mortarion spoke, although his eyes were still on the wine.
[This is my...some personal hobby, slightly toxic. 】
The poisoned wine would make him speak better, and the acrid, corrosive liquid would sting his esophagus and make his stomach cramp. It would remind Mortarion of his days on Barbarus, which would make him He became more resilient as he realized that he endured and survived hardship all the time.
His mood will improve as a result,
For people who rely on pain to survive, it is not a good thing to feel better, so Mortarion rarely drinks alcohol. He usually drinks when he swears an oath with the warriors, so that he can better remember that moment.
This was the second time he drank with his "brother", the first time was with Horus, but to Mortarion, it was just tasteless water.
He wanted to try again to see if there was any new possibility for him.
Faenus gave him a suspicious look, but Mortarion ignored it. He took a shallow sip and felt the cells in the mucous membrane of his mouth exploding in the poisonous juice. It was like swallowing a dense needle.
【They are all freaks. 】
Mortarion slowly shook the wine glass in his hand and said,
[I thought I had adapted to this "family", this corner filled with tyrants, murderers, and egomaniacs, but I found that I was wrong. Vulkan's existence shocked me. 】
Fernus cautiously raised the wine glass in his hand. He carefully glanced at the turbid wine, and then took a sip.
Unexpectedly, compared to the rough taste, Feinus's senses were covered by an inexplicable acrid pain - this glass of wine was definitely poisonous.
And Mortarion has been watching Feinus's movements.
【You are not bad either. 】
Fernus made a fair and objective judgment.
Mortarion laughed,
[At least my hands are not made of iron. 】
he said, taking another swig.
Previous contact had already made Faenus accustomed to Mortarion's sarcasm from time to time. Faenus moved his hand, and in the dark reception room of the Death Guard, the luster of the metal became dim.
Faenus chose his words carefully. He recalled the previous conversation, and Mortarion's words and deeds gradually formed a clear line -
[I think... I'm the first one you met? 】
Mortarion got stuck, and then a smile appeared on his lips,
【The first one who can communicate rationally. 】
Fainus spoke hoarsely,
[Then I guess your last experience might not have been that wonderful. 】
Mortarion's smile deepened, but there was a hint of pain in it.
[Guess right, so I don’t expect too many normal people in this “family”. 】
Fernus took another sip of the wine. After the spiciness of the first sip, he began to adapt to this turbid liquid. The stimulation caused by the toxins faded, and he even began to feel that it was bland.
After all, he had survived by eating carrion and rusty metal screws on Medusa, so at least this drink was still made from plants and protein.
[But you yourself do not have the conditions to make me trust you, Mortarion. 】
Mortarion didn't care at all about Feinus's accusations. He spoke casually,
[This conversation is your opportunity, not mine, my brother, haven't you realized this yet? Do not challenge my remaining kindness, Faenus. 】
[I always thought that among the three of us, only Vulcan had good intentions. 】
Faenus spoke,
[What do you want, or in other words, Mortarion, what should I give in exchange for your "goodwill"? 】
He watched as Mortarion muttered quietly, and then the Lord of Death raised his hand to drink. When he put down the glass again, there was only black dregs left in it.
[You have to prove your worth first, Faenus - stop hanging around, and if you still think I'm fooling you, you can leave the Endurance at any time. 】
Mortarion said slightly annoyed, is this because he is drunk?
Feinus said nothing. He drank the wine in one gulp and then looked at the small jug.
[But I have to point out that your hospitality is not very good, Mortarion, don’t you give good wine to your guests? 】
In a rare moment, Mortarion was stunned, then he laughed, picked up the jug and poured wine for Faenus, and also filled it for himself - this time he did not mix it with water.
【My fault,】
Mortarion's eyes were lined and he was smiling.
[I suggest you only drink a little for the first time, don't swallow it first. This is my special brew. It is exciting enough for the original body. 】
Phaenus raised his cup,
[You underestimate me. Maybe you don’t know the living environment of Medusa. Only brave men who can swallow steel nails can survive in that scorched earth. 】
Then he drinks -
Feinus almost spat out, and his mouth was bleeding. He could feel the sweetness mixed with the bitter liquid, which was neither fish nor fowl, but soon he couldn't feel it anymore because of the layer of flesh on his tongue. Already melted into the wine.
【Well. 】
Mortarion watched Feinus' performance happily. He silently counted the seconds in his mind, one second, two seconds... At the fifth second, Feinus finally swallowed it.
Faenus's own resistance to poison was indeed good. Mortarion took a long sip silently. He might try cyanide next time.
Faenus looked at Mortarion in disbelief.
[Do you usually drink this? This is also... so exciting. 】
[Now you realize my perfect hospitality, Faenus. 】
Fernus looked away and smacked his mouth, as if he was recalling the feeling just now. Then he carefully raised the glass and smelled it, then took a small, small sip.
[It seems I misunderstood you earlier,]
Feinus listened to the scream of his esophagus. He felt that his stomach was perforated, and the cold liquid was squeezing down the abdominal cavity and onto the intestines. This was painful, but it was nothing to them.
Feinus took another sip,
[So, Mortarion, there’s more than one, right? If you're so cautious, then... it's not just... Fulgrim? 】
The pain in his gut did a good job of suppressing the pain in his soul, and the image of his best friend blurred in the pain made the words easy.
Mortarion ignored him and poured himself a third cup.
【continue. 】
Mortarion said.
Faenus gritted his teeth, his gums bleeding.
[Does he know about this? Have you talked to him? 】
Mortarion glanced at him,
[I remember I said at the beginning that this "family" is full of freaks. How do you think the "father" of such a "family" can be any better? 】
【but,】
Mortarion leaned against the back of the sofa. He seemed to hate his own words, and the words vomited out of his mouth like slugs.
[He is trustworthy, and we can only trust him. There is no other way - most people are not trustworthy. 】
【……Why? 】
Mortarion spoke gloomily,
[Because my commander chose him, and I trust my commander. 】
This sentence caused Feinus to fall into a long silence,
[Okay, I take back my apology, you are a freak, my brother. 】
Mortarion raised his hand,
[You should remember him - Hades, he is the Lord of the Silent Order of the Empire. If you are not stupid, then you should know what this title means. 】
Faenus was silent again. He remembered Hades, past contacts, and the rumors of people who had returned from Mars for further training.
[I didn’t see your commander during this battle. He was transferred by the empire? 】
Mortarion nodded.
The next moment, Feinus breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up the wine and took a sip.
【So our father is also taking action, great——】
But in an instant his face turned pale again,
[Will he directly dispose of the defective products? 】
Mortarion spoke slowly,
[Then what do you do, Fainus? 】
Fernus opened his mouth, what he wanted to say, what he wanted to do, he opened his mouth and closed it again, he thought of Fulgrim, he thought of those years, and finally, he said tremblingly,
[I hope...at least my memory will be cleared by then. 】
Mortarion laughed,
[I appreciate your answer, but now that the Death Guard and I are still here, I think he is not that harsh yet. 】
Feinus was sullen, and he went directly to get the wine bottle.
But what happened was beyond his expectation,
The jug is empty.
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