After putting aside those distracting thoughts in his mind, Soshyan continued to ask:
"What did you do next?"
"We just tried to install this thing, chopped up the others, and used Dogo's equipment to teleport them back to the ship and ran away. Oh, and the female inquisitor, I contacted Sisna and rescued her, but it seems She has been infected and has been tortured by the alien for who knows how long."
Soshyan narrowed his eyes.
"You didn't do anything strange to the female alien and the female inquisitor, did you?"
Rozim tilted his head and waved his hand with a dry smile.
"Look at the Chapter Leader you are talking about. He is an Inquisitor, and we are good citizens of the Empire. We worship the Emperor's grandpa every day. How could we really engage in sexual intercourse?"
Then he immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly covered his mouth and shook his head.
Soshyan's face suddenly turned cold, and he looked at Loken.
"Loken, tell the truth, otherwise you know the consequences."
Loken shook his head quickly.
"There really is no Chapter Master. Really, the Inquisitor, we really didn't touch the alien. Although we all took off our pants at the time, Dogo got drunk and went crazy and chopped the alien bitch with an axe. Rozim was so angry. I almost exploded his shit."
Seeing Loken like this, Soshyan probably believed it, so he made a verdict.
"Send this thing to Dietrian and ask him to keep it at the highest security level. A living Tyranid leader is a valuable research material. As for you, Rozim, Loken, Isven, and whatnot? Doge, from today onwards, all of them will come to the bottom deck of the Eternal Loyalty and work as cleaners until the fleet returns to the monastery fortress!"
"No, Chapter Commander. We have made such great contributions."
"Rozim, I've tolerated your often arrogant words and bad behavior, but you still have no faith in your thoughts, are unwilling to make progress in your work, are free and casual in your style, and pursue pleasure in your life - I can't bear it anymore, and I really can't. I’m sorry to be so merciful to you anymore!”
As soon as Soshyan made the call, he blocked out everything Rozim wanted to say next.
"besides!"
Soshyan pointed at the other person's nose.
"Then my animal friends just stay on that broken boat. If they are found running around and beaten to death, I will not be held responsible!"
Rozim's shoulders suddenly slumped like a deflated rubber ball.
But just when he turned around, Soshyan stopped him again.
"Hey, let's make two dishes in a minute. I haven't eaten food in the war group cafeteria for a long time. Prime Minister Tyrion sent some wine. It's in cabinet 12 of the food storage warehouse No. 3. You can also take out a few bottles."
Upon hearing this, Rozim was happy and nodded.
"OK!"
Isvin and Loken quickly wanted to follow up, but were immediately blocked by Soshyan's eyes.
The Astartes do not pursue appetite, but food culture is still part of the culture of the Astartes Chapter. This is why Rozim, as the master of the restaurant, is a high-level servant. On the other hand, it also proves that His craftsmanship is undoubtedly extraordinary.
Even from Soshyan's point of view, the dishes made by the other party are far better than those of Tirian's gold medal chefs.
Of course, besides being nostalgic this time, he just wanted to have a good chat with the other party. Especially since he received so many messages after coming to Terra, he still feels confused and powerless from time to time.
"Oh, it seems like it's been a long time since two people had a meal like this."
In Soshyan's private room, Rozim took a sip of priceless wine and smacked his lips. On the round table in front of him, there were only some simple-looking dishes. Soshyan, who was sitting opposite him, Yang leaned back in the chair, looking very relaxed, but also seemed to be thinking about something.
"Yeah, it's been a long time."
Soshyan raised his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking, then picked up the cup, touched it with Rozim, and drank it down.
"Brother, what kind of person do you think I am?"
Hearing this, Rozim put down his cup.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just asking."
Rozim blinked.
"He is capable of both literary and martial arts and looks very——"
"Oh, just speak your mind."
"Hey, this is what I mean. Is there any problem with this? You are very good. After the tragedy of the world engine, there are only about thirty people left in the war group. Look, they have recovered now. Cong Wen For example, you have accumulated so much wealth, trained so many recruits, Robin Bahram and the others are all good guys, and you have also organized an Alliance of Astartes. From a military perspective, look at the victories you have won along the way. How many opponents, how many battles have been won, how many worlds have been recovered, just for this Maelstrom Expedition alone, I dare say that no Astartes now has more achievements than you. Isn't this enough? Do you want more? It’s amazing that you have the original body, and besides, brother, you are indeed handsome, and those women can’t wait to see you - hiccup!"
Hearing the original body, Soshyan forced a smile, then picked up the wine bottle and filled Rozim and himself with wine.
"Rozim should also know about the 11th Legion."
Rozim responded vaguely and picked up the wine glass, and then Soshyan's next words made him stop what he was doing.
"Brother, if I say that one day, someone discovers that the original body is not dead, or that he appears again, will you completely obey his orders?"
"Huh? Uh-"
Rozim pondered for a while and put down his wine glass.
"This can't happen. If he hadn't died, we wouldn't be where we are now."
"I said what if, when our original body appears, will he do better than me?"
"That said, he didn't do anything. Who knows if it's good or not? The original body must be good? If that's the case, Grandpa Emperor wouldn't have to sit on the throne for ten thousand years."
Soshyan blinked and said with a smile:
"That is the original body. Although you did not have the gene seed implanted, you have undergone transformation surgery after all. You are also considered a member of the legion. It is not too much to call you father."
"Where can I say this?"
Rozim waved his hand.
"Did he teach me? Did he raise me? Just call him dad? How mean is that? At most, he is a boss to the death."
"You, if I had said this 10,000 years ago, you would have been beaten to death in the Legion."
"I'm telling the truth. Brother, I feel like your mood is a little wrong. Did something, uh, happen?"
Soshyan shook his head with a smile and filled the cup again.
"Nothing."
"oh."
Rozim drank half of the glass in one gulp. After hesitating for a moment, he said cautiously:
"Brother, you are good at everything, but you like to keep things in your heart too much, and take responsibilities too seriously, as if you want to carry the entire galaxy on your shoulders. We are mortals, and we are also common people. You may not understand any particularly big ambitions or responsibilities, but I think. If everything in your life is just for a certain goal set by others, or a certain goal that everyone thinks you should do, then Isn’t it too boring? It’s really hopeless. It’s a good thing to have goals, but sometimes we can also try to live without goals——”
