However, his memory is not very good, and he simply feels that he must have remembered his name correctly.
In a not-so-graceful gesture, the Starfire's Messmaster cast aside the weight of the Imperial Titan-like responsibility of serving the Chapter Astartes and broke the 10,000-year-old cliché.
constructed prison.
Although an hour later, he had to return to the slightly depressing upper deck again and put false seriousness on his face in front of the Astartes.
Now this strong man, nearly two meters tall, is climbing over this damn metal wall with all his strength near the passage area from the upper deck directly to the lower deck.
The previous jump allowed him to grab the top of the wall with both hands, step on the bucket secretly borrowed from the boiler room with his left foot, and rub his right foot hard on the smooth wall, trying to find a key point of strength.
And he went all out just to take advantage of the golden opportunity during the subspace voyage when the kitchen did not need to be taken care of and there were not many things to sneak out and have some fun.
But if you think about it carefully, it’s the same thing.
The first part can be said to be righteous and upright, but the second part seems embarrassing and wretched. This is the skill of Rozim.
As a former Astartes pre-select, his status on the Spark is not low, but his duties don't sound very honorable.
Perhaps when people mention Astartes, they immediately think of a terrifyingly serious poker face.
But over the years, Rozim has always believed that it is always better to use words than to use the trigger.
This may be one of the reasons why he did not eventually become an Astartes.
Take the bucket under his feet, for example. When he wrote the word "borrow", he would never leave out the quotation marks without conscience.
It was indeed borrowed from the boiler in the boiler room.
Of course, the reason is a bit vague, after all, his memory has always been bad.
With the help of a strong body that surpassed ordinary people, with just a "squeak" sound, Rozim was very happy that his twitching right leg, which was almost losing strength, finally exerted force on the wall, and he fell down with his already exhausted body.
Falling to the ground inside the wall.
The noise was a bit loud, but he was not worried about the sight of me being directed at me from the sentry post.
He had already checked the view of the sentry post and knew it was a safe blind spot.
Then he raised his wrist and took a look.
No more, no less, the watch showed that he still had at least 56 minutes of standard Terra time to waste.
So he quickly got into a small freight elevator, and then activated the descent button. With a slight feeling of weightlessness, he stayed in the elevator for ten minutes.
When the elevator door opened, he immediately got into the shadows, walked along a small maintenance passage, and arrived at the familiar old place.
Just in the distance in his sight, a neon light emitting a faint red light cheered him up.
The fun begins.
It's 3:30 PM Standard Terra Time.
There is always no one in the bar at this time, because according to the common saying of the overseers, scum who do not work hard but just live in a haze cannot be called human beings, because they do not deserve the redemption of the Emperor.
Therefore, the people in this small, hidden iron room now should only be some gang members, the prostitutes who are trying to court Rozim, and a few lazy guys standing on the bar with red eyes and sighing.
A long time ago, as the son of a chief in a wild time, Rozim had an extremely fervent desire to become a warrior in the heavens, hoping to become a courageous and powerful son of God.
But he was wrong about something.
Becoming a celestial warrior does not bring him much material enjoyment, and even very little spiritual enjoyment. He cannot truly abandon his human desires.
Perhaps because of this, he failed and survived the pain.
Rozim was frustrated by this more than once, but he soon realized that he was indeed not the material.
He can only change his thoughts and make himself more vulgar and boring. Only in this way can he embrace a life full of fireworks, eat all day long, enjoy himself in time, and live intoxicated dreams.
Okay, so he planned to let himself forget this first.
Because he found that while he was silently reminiscing, the prostitute had already dangled the two lumps of flesh on her chest that had obviously undergone illegal surgery in front of his eyes, trying to hook up with the business in front of him.
"Do you want me~"
The voice is loud enough and the person is energetic enough, but Rozim knows that people like this who actively solicit people at the door are generally a little unclean.
Of course, anyone who knows about this will definitely be very confused. How can there be such a blasphemous existence and dirty transactions on the glorious battleship Astartes?
If Rozim could hear it, he would laugh.
Strictly speaking, only the upper deck and middle deck of this battleship are under the aura of the Astartes, while the lower deck is a place where angels will never set foot in almost their entire lives.
Here, mortal life is everything.
Their joy, their pain, their sadness, their desires...
All of this can never be experienced on the upper deck several kilometers away. It is like a huge church, and everything is shrouded in a solemn halo.
Of course, it's not that Rozim hates the upper deck. After all, he also likes to be clean, and struggling to survive every day is not what he wants.
But this does not prevent him from occasionally having fun to numb his brain that is often tortured by failure.
"no, thanks."
After he finished speaking coldly, the prostitute who left angrily cursed "male dog" in a low voice.
On the contrary, Rozim felt happy. After all, he had been talking to those servants who were either fooling around or keeping a straight face all day long. He hoped that one of them would dare to say something dirty to him with his middle finger raised.
Before entering, he looked up at the sign of this secret bar.
The name of this bar is "The Flintstone", which seems to be because the owner has a hot temper, which is why Rozim chose to drink here.
Because the boss is one of the few people who know that he is from the upper deck, but will not have any special opinion about him.
As for others, such as the bitch just now, if she knew that she was disrespecting a high-ranking Chapter servant on the upper deck, Rozim would be able to excite her for a week just by patting her on the shoulder.
"what would you like?"
The sound of footsteps revealed Rozim's position. He vaguely saw the bartender and owner standing behind the bar, slowly wiping the wine bottles on the cabinet. From time to time, he raised the bottles to the red light tube to compare them to see if there was anything inside.
how much is left.
There was a clang.
Rozim grabbed the drunkard lying on the bar next to him, sleeping like a corpse, and threw him on the floor, then unceremoniously snatched the bar stool from him.
"Medium, full, rum."
"Hold on."
When the boss put down the beer bottle he was cleaning and searched for rum on the cabinet, Rozim glanced at his watch.
There are still 42 minutes left, so it’s still early.
Then he turned his attention to the gang members. They seemed to have a dispute over something. Rozim guessed that the spoils must be unevenly divided.
He really hoped that they could have a fight, and then he could deal with them one by one. In this case, maybe he wouldn't have to pay for the drinks for a while.
There is almost no order in the lower decks. The Astartes will not even glance at it. The mortal auxiliaries of the Chapter also dislike this place. In addition to the technical guards in charge of each cabin, the main maintainers of order here are the gangs.
In a sense, the lower deck of a large battleship like the Starfire is almost a small hive.
Then the local gangs with the characteristics of the hive city are naturally indispensable.
"Your wine, Mr. Chef."
Soon, the cup was placed on the bar counter, right in front of Rozim's eyes.
He picked up the cup and took a silent sip.
"Um……"
The taste isn't quite right, but it's strong enough to make your throat feel like it's burning. It must be home-brewed.
Rozim also knows how to brew wine, but it is too dangerous to do so on the upper deck, where the dense sensors can easily expose his plan.
Once a Chapter Servant is found to be involved with alcohol or drugs, he must be prepared to face the Chapter Chaplain.
A mortal priest is terrifying enough, a black-armored Astartes priest.
Rozim didn't want to be nailed to the Skyhawk frame and couldn't even get the buttons off.