After putting aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, Soshiyang continued to ask:
"What did you do next?"
"We just found a way to put this thing in place and cut the others... and used Dogo's equipment to teleport back to the ship and ran away, oh, and the female judge, I contacted Cesna to rescue her, but it seemed that she had been infected, and I don't know how long she was tortured by the alien wheel...well, how long she had been tortured."
Soshiyang narrowed his eyes.
"You didn't do anything strange to that female alien and the female judge?"
Rozim turned his head and waved his hand with a dry smile.
"Look at the commander of the battle group you mentioned, that's the judge, and we are a good citizen of the empire. We worship the emperor's grandfather every day, how could we really go and have sex..."
Then he immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly covered his mouth and shook his head.
Soshiyang's face suddenly became cold and he looked at Loken.
"Locken, you say, honestly, otherwise... you know the consequences."
Loken shook his head quickly.
"There is no commander of the battle, really, the judge, we didn't move... that alien, although we took off our pants at that time, Dogo drank too much, and he got drunk and cut the alien bitch with an axe... and Rozim was so angry that he almost exploded his shit."
Seeing Loken's appearance, Soshiyan probably believed it, so he made a judgment.
"Take this thing to Ditrian and ask him to save it with the highest level of safety. A living Tyron is a valuable research material. As for you... Rozim, Loken, Isven, and that Dogo, from today, all of them will go to the bottom deck of the Eternal Loyal to be a cleaner until the fleet returns to the Monastery Fortress!"
"No, the commander of the battle...we made such a great contribution..."
"Rozim, you usually speak too presumptuously, and I endure even bad behavior, but you still have no belief in your thoughts, do not be enterprising at work, free and casual in your style, and pursue pleasure in life - I can't bear it anymore, I'm really embarrassed to be kind to you anymore!"
As soon as Soshiyan spoke, he blocked everything Rozim wanted to say later.
"besides!"
Soshiyang pointed his finger at the other person's nose.
"What animal friend stayed honestly on the broken boat. If you were found dead and beaten to death, you would not be responsible!"
Rozim's shoulders fell down like a deflated ball.
But just as he turned around, Soshiyang stopped him again.
"Hey, I'll make two dishes in a while. I haven't eaten food in the War Group cafeteria for a long time. Prime Minister Tirien gave some wine. At the No. 12 cabinet of the No. 3 Food Storage Warehouse, you can also get a few bottles."
When Rozim heard this, he was amused and nodded.
"OK!"
Isven and Loken quickly wanted to follow up, but immediately got blocked by Soshiyang's eyes...
Astart does not pursue a temptation, but the food culture is still part of the Astart War culture. This is why Rozim is a senior servant as the head of the restaurant. On the other hand, it also proves that his craftsmanship is undoubtedly extraordinary.
Even from Soshiyan's perspective, the other party's dishes were much better than those of the gold medal chefs of Tireon.
Of course, this time, in addition to nostalgia, he just wanted to chat with the other party, especially after coming to Terra, he received so many messages that even now he felt confused and powerless in his heart from time to time.
"Oh, it seems... it's really been a long time since two people had such a drink."
In the room belonging to Soshiyan, Rozim smacked his lips after drinking a glass of priceless wine. On the round table in front of him, there were only some simple dishes. Sitting opposite him, Soshiyan leaned against the chair, looking very relaxed, but seemed to be thinking about something.
"Yes, it's been a long time..."
Soshyan raised his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking, then picked up the cup, touched Rozim, and drank it all.
"Brother, what kind of person do you think I am?"
Hearing this, Rozim put down his cup.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just ask casually."
Rozim blinked.
"It's very good at literary and martial arts--"
"Oh, just say what you think"
"Hey, I'm saying this, is there any problem with this? You're so good. The battle group has only more than 30 people left after the tragedy of the World Engine. Look, you have recovered now. From the literature, you have saved up so many families and trained so many recruits. Robin Bahram and others are all good guys, and they have also organized an Astat alliance. From the martial arts, you can see how many opponents you have defeated, how many victories you have won, and how many worlds you have recovered. Just this vortex expedition, I dare say that no Astat now has more merits than you, isn't that enough? If you want to be more powerful, then you have to be on the primordial body. In addition, brother, you are indeed handsome. Those women want to be on the spot when you see you - hiccup!"
Hearing the Primrose, Soshyan forced a smile, then picked up the bottle and filled Rozim and himself with wine.
"Rozim should know about the Eleventh Legion, too."
Rozim responded vaguely, picked up the wine glass, and then the next sentence of Soshiyan made him stop the movement in his hand.
"Brother, if...I said if one day someone found out that the Primarch was not dead, or if he appeared again, would you completely obey his orders?"
"Ah? Uh--"
Rozim pondered for a while and put down his glass.
"This can't happen... He didn't die, so we wouldn't be like this now..."
"I said if, when our primros appear, will he do better than me?"
"He didn't do anything about this, who knows if it's good? The primordial body must be good? If that's true, then the emperor's grandfather doesn't have to squat on the throne for ten thousand years."
Soshiyang blinked and smiled:
"That's the primordial body. Although you didn't implant genetic seeds, you have undergone modification surgery after all. You are considered a member of the Legion, so it's not too much to call him father."
"How could this be said?"
Rozim waved his hand.
"Have he taught me? Have you raised me? Just call him dad? How cheap is this? At most, at most... I'll be a boss if I'm running to death."
"You, you'll have to be beaten to death in the Legion ten thousand years ago."
"I'm telling the truth...Brother, I feel that your mood is a little wrong. Is it happening, uh, what's wrong?"
Soshiyang smiled and shook his head, then poured the cup over again.
"Nothing is wrong."
"oh."
Rozim drank half a cup in one mouthful, and after hesitating for a moment, he said cautiously:
Chapter completed!