Planet Armageddon, Main Continent, Equatorial Jungle
The jungle of Armageddon is always so humid and sultry, with thick blue-gray smoke clouds lazily coiling around the low rafters of the tavern, and being stirred up into vortexes by the boys sitting on the benches in the main hall.
"Big Belly King" Rozim was walking out of the kitchen pushing another small bucket of mushroom liquor.
It's not yet noon, but the customers in this small shop have already consumed four barrels of mushroom wine, and a group of thirsty gun boys are knocking on the wine glasses in unison, howling tuneless music.
There is a long story to tell about how Rozim, a chef of the Astartes Chapter, became a well-known cook among the greenskins of Armageddon.
To put it simply, he was very satisfied with his service to the Bonecrusher, and even the bosses wanted to enjoy the feast he cooked.
After the Bonecrusher left the camp, Rozim did not leave. Instead, he used the reputation he had established to open a small restaurant in the largest Greenskin camp.
Big Belly Tavern is the name of this shop.
Because the greedy bastards often came to steal and were often beaten mercilessly by the boss, Rozim was nicknamed the "Big Belly King".
He himself didn't think it was anything.
Because he has made a lot of money these days. When he comes to spend money, in addition to collecting teeth, he also collects valuables and gold and silver jewelry from humans.
This is a good thing for the green boys, because they really don’t have as much loot as they have on hand. The yellow and white things of humans are just garbage in their hands. If they can use garbage to earn a good meal, it is simply charity.
Rozim, of course he also won.
"Give, give, lift your feet, give way."
Behind Rozim, the new waiter of the Big Belly Tavern, Karen, who was once a mechanic, walked over with a murmur, holding a plate of steaming barbecue that was almost as big as him.
Putting down the plate, he saw a boy standing at the far end of the tavern, holding an empty wine glass and looking around, so he hurriedly wiped his hands on his apron and ran over to receive him.
"So what do you want to order, boss?"
Karen took the empty wine glass from his hand while talking.
"Yeah, so I just want to wait for the fart to come... Who are you going to hit?"
The guy took his cup back angrily and said angrily:
"Watching a blue-faced mechanic is really frustrating."
At this moment, Rozim appeared at the table in time, waved a rag to drive away Cullen, and then turned to the guests with a large glass of tempting mushroom wine.
"Come on, come on!"
Karen returned to the barrel dejectedly, took out a small hammer from his pocket, placed a three-finger-wide wooden faucet on top of the lower hoop and struck it quickly with the hammer until it was smoothly submerged into the barrel.
Then he placed the swill bucket underneath and poured out half a pint of the wine from the top to prevent the crumbs from getting mixed in.
He then continued his work, walking up and down the benches, collecting empty plates and discarded bones, while wiping the table with a rag.
But in the process, he sighed unknownly.
No kid was willing to look at him seriously, and even openly expressed resistance when he was about to approach.
Thinking of this, he sighed again and returned to the bar.
With another sharp whistle, it was the sound of a combat truck braking, and it was also a signal for the boys who went to fight on the front line to return. As soon as the boys here stepped out, a new group of boys swarmed in, clamoring for drinks.
and food.
So a whole afternoon passed.
Over the past year, these days have not changed at all.
No matter how hard Karen works, no matter how polite and tolerant he is, he is just a clown.
He was originally a mechanic, had his own workshop, and tried his best to build an ancient giant. In order to make that thing, he even went to the extent of stealing. Many bosses were stolen from him, so his reputation became very bad.
But he didn't care at that time. As long as Ku Juji completed it, there was nothing to care about.
But the night before he finished his great masterpiece, he got drunk and his lieutenants stole his work and claimed it as his.
After Karen woke up, he became furious and tried to take back his things, but how could he fight against a war machine?
Not to mention, his assistant immediately took refuge with a war leader after stealing Ku Juji, while Karen became a thief that everyone shouted at. How ironic?
If Rozim hadn't taken him in after seeing that he didn't want any wages, he would probably have been beaten to death outside - in the best case scenario, he would have been expelled from this paradise and destined to wander around in a foreign land until he died.
But he also lost everything a mechanic should have, including dignity.
Well, at least he was safe while washing dishes in the kitchen behind the bistro.
But whenever he recalled that he was building a war machine, no matter how hard it was, it was still better than his half-baked life here.
Here, even Rozim, who is not a green-skinned man, rarely talks to Karen, and he is considered to be Karen's closest friend here.
In fact, Rozim stayed in his tavern simply because he couldn't find another kid who would condescend to come to work in such an old and shabby tavern - who is willing to endure that day after day, year after year?
What about a year of nagging the crazy assholes in the kitchen?
He has no choice but Karen.
So, this might be his life - Karen thought.
After a life of dealing with farts, oil stains and jars, if he is lucky, he may have a chance to make a comeback after a long time.
But in the dead of night, shame and despair always haunted him, and he always wanted to get rid of this place - this cage woven of disdain and curses.
Just like this, another day passed in a muddle-headed manner, and Karen prepared to go back to his nest to rest as usual - it was originally a jumping nest, a simple shack made of dirty rags and large leaves, but now he also
Don't care so much anymore.
But unexpectedly, Rozim suddenly stopped him.
"Dude, let's talk."
In the empty tavern, Rozim was leaning against the bar, holding an earthen roll in his mouth, and the smoke obscured his face.
Although his face is still painted green, some greenskins already know that he is human, but the big guys don't care that much. After all, for greenskins, there are only those who can fight and those who cannot.
In addition to being backed by warlords, the key thing about Rozim is that he is also very good at fighting. The dozen huge fangs hanging on the wall behind the bar come from more than a dozen powerful bosses.
"boss......"
Karen was a little nervous and carefully rubbed the tablecloth around his neck with both hands. He didn't know if he had done something wrong.
If he is driven away, he will really lose his last shelter.
"Don't be nervous, come."
Rozim poured two glasses of wine and handed one of them to Karen.
The technician hesitated for a while and then caught the cup.
"Hey, this place is actually not bad, according to me."
Rozim took a swig and then let out a sigh of relief.
"I won't beat around the bush, Karen, you know what I am, right?"
Karen nodded.
Rozim looked at him, smiled slightly, and the flesh on his face trembled.
"I didn't tell the other guys. I'm just telling you this. I'm leaving."