"Dressing table..."
Hearing Velez mention this, Soshyan was startled for a moment, and then nodded. Although Veronica hardly needed to put on makeup, and her psychic powers could achieve the effect of the best makeup artist, he did have some makeup artists in his house. A spare dresser that Veronica installed herself.
As for whether this will reveal anything, judging from Velez's attitude today, she should already know enough about it, and there is nothing to hide.
"Do you mind if I use it for a while?"
"It's okay, but it was a bit unexpected. I thought the nun..."
Velez raised his eyebrows.
"Do you think nuns will be unkempt every day? Even before battle, we will maintain the most perfect appearance to welcome the fate given to us by the emperor, not to mention daily non-combat times. Scars are an honor, but they do not mean It’s got to be ugly.”
Soshyan smiled awkwardly. He didn't expect that his casual words would cause Velez to react so much.
Sure enough, he still couldn't quite understand the thinking of these women.
"Just wait a moment."
Velez then walked to the direction Soshyan pointed and pressed a hidden button. A small dressing table protruded from the wall. Velez sat on the stool, picked up a comb, and began to comb his hair.
Suddenly, Willets said something.
"Does she stay in the same room with you every day?"
Soshyan looked at the data board and thought for a moment before replying:
"While working..."
"I said, during rest."
"I don't have that much time to rest..."
"I see."
After that, Velez didn't speak anymore and just did his own thing.
after an hour......
"Soshyan?"
"ah?"
Soshyan, who was leaning on his chair and looking at the data pad, was a little drowsy. Hearing Velez's voice, he immediately started up. Then he turned around and found that the other person had his hands behind his back, bent slightly, and had a smile on his face. looking at himself.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
"Oh, it's okay, it's okay..."
Soshyan blinked. For some reason, he felt that Velez had not changed much.
What has she been doing for the past hour?
But he was smart enough not to say it.
"Soshiyang, I'm going to retrieve the data from the third dispatch center later and check the staff rotation data of the second dispatch station this week. Do you have any meetings to arrange?"
After returning to the office, Velez quickly got into working mode, with the two data tablets working at the same time.
"Well, in five hours I have a meeting with the person in charge of the Angstrom Skitarii. The location is arranged in the main conference room No. 3 of the Eternal Loyalty. After eight hours, I will also take time to meet with the stranded people. Shipping ships in the galaxy represent..."
With that said, Soshyan picked up the data pad, glanced at it, and then handed it to Velez.
"...In addition, the galaxy is now in a state of lockdown. Although there are no problems with supplies for the time being, we still need to be prepared. The daily rations for all non-combatants have been changed from normal to wartime."
"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away."
"In addition, please contact the battle damage statistics center in Angstrom. The main purpose is to transfer the data of those mid-level and low-level command priests and military priests who have outstanding battles to my command center."
"Okay... By the way, I found something interesting recently."
As he said that, Velez picked up a white round cake-shaped thing from the shelf nearby, and Soshyan was stunned when he saw it.
"What is this?"
"The last batch of merchant ships brought it from outside. What is it called...compressed towel?"
Velez found a cup and put it in it, added some water, and when she took it out, it had indeed turned into a towel.
Soshyan blinked.
"Then what?"
"It looks very ordinary, but a sister accidentally discovered that it has strong filtration and sterilization effects, and can even eliminate certain subspace pollution. It can be turned into a very useful medical bandage with just a little water. "
Soshiyang's eyes widened, then he took it in his hand, looked at it carefully, and smelled it again.
"It looks very ordinary. Why does it have this effect?"
"I don't know. The merchant couldn't tell the origin. He just said that he bought it from a retailer, and that retailer also bought the goods from other places, but I don't feel like this is human technology... ..Soshyan, have you ever heard of the Short Men, an inhuman race said to be active near the center of the galaxy."
Soshyan thought for a while, and then only found some fragmentary information.
"I have a bit of an impression, but it seems like they... don't have many activity records, what do you mean?"
"After testing, this thing does not contain any psychic components, but it does contain some unique nanomaterials. I suspect that this may be a technological product of short people. It is rumored that short people often appear in the maelstrom."
Soshyan looked at the towel in his hand, pondered for a moment, and then said:
"If the effect of this thing is really as you said, it can indeed save the lives of many soldiers... But is there any problem with their technology? The key point is whether it will cause criticism or religious issues, especially those of the Mechanicus. side."
"I can't say that. The Sisters have almost no records of contact or combat with the short people. However, I have heard rumors that some forging worlds seem to have business dealings with the short people. At least as far as I know, the technology of the short people should be different. It is doped with psychic energy, so there is no big gap between it and human products. You may be able to ask some professionals on the Mechanicus side."
"Well, I will talk to the sages of Angstrom at the meeting later. They should have some contact with the short people in the maelstrom, and they can even try to establish a connection with the short people group through them."
Willets looked at Soshyan, blinked with a smile, and suddenly said with rare ridicule:
"I'm quite surprised. I thought that as an Astartes, your first reaction after learning about the Short Men was to destroy and expel them, but I didn't expect that your plan was to contact them."
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"Well... in order to win, sometimes we have to be more pragmatic. Hongshang also arranges people to trace the source. If it is really short-term, even if it is an alien, as long as it is beneficial to the empire, it is okay to cooperate temporarily. If it is a businessman , it’s nothing more than a matter of money.”
Halfway through, Soshyan looked at Willets and suddenly remembered the identity of the other nun.
The Sisters are known to hate xenos.
Seeing Soshyan looking at him, Velez smiled and stopped what he was doing.
"Like you said, pragmatism. If it can save my sisters from getting hurt, I won't be so pedantic. And whether the short man is considered an alien or a demi-human, at least for now, the empire has no public opinion, even if the Astral Knights often appear strange I didn’t say anything about the strange faces, such as the weird company commander who likes to use a chain saw and a halberd and always makes weird laughs, so you don’t have to worry.”
It turned out that Velez had been paying attention to the situation of the battle group. Soshyan thought that the other party didn't know before, but when he realized that he seemed a little arrogant, his expression suddenly became a little embarrassed.
Velez stretched out his hand and held the back of his hand.
"I believe wholeheartedly that you must be loyal and that all means are only for the noblest goal. You are her messenger, and she is watching you."
she--
Thinking of the bewitcher's mask that looked like a smile but not a smile, Soshiyang's expression became even more awkward. He could only squeeze out an insincere smile and nodded.
"Ah, that's... such an honor."
