But to be honest, Rozim admitted that the taste of the home-brew rum was quite good, not much different from the genuine product, otherwise he would not have kept a whole bottle on hand.
He doesn't have the courage to brew it himself, but he still has the courage to take some of it back, and it's very big.
But Rozim, as a veteran of the wine shop, knows that the most basic quality is to find every opportunity.
That's right. Once you find a reason to use your drinking money, you must seize it.
In this way, you can hang out in a bar for a long time, and the boss will be "close" to you.
So, he coughed and prepared to stab his head.
"Boss, I'm not telling you this..."
"This wine is not right, boss!"
Suddenly, a low growl from beside him startled Rozim.
By the light that was better than nothing, the Chapter's mess master now discovered that the sleeping drunk next to him had been replaced by the Technical Priest of the Starfire bridge, Loken.
Well!
Uh-oh...
The two voices sounded almost at the same time.
Sweat suddenly broke out on Rozim's forehead.
Putting aside the weird question of why the other party appeared here, everyone knows what will happen to a technical priest who leaves his post without permission when he is discovered.
In other words, the opponent's life and death is now in Rozim's hands.
Of course, Rozim wouldn't kill him, but he had to at least pay for the drink this time.
But if it was just like this, Rozim wouldn't be so nervous.
As he has been serving in the kitchen and the battle group restaurant, others may not know him yet, but Loken, who is qualified to enter the battle group restaurant, must also know him...
An AWOL restaurant master, plus a drunken technical priest...
Rozim could imagine how Chapter Leader Soshiyan would deal with him.
But looking at the way the other person was lying on the ground, Rozim judged that the other person was probably still hungover.
So after putting countless cross marks on the name Loken in his heart, Rozim rationally decided to retreat.
"One bag of corpse starch or three standard military compressed ration bars."
The tavern owner's calm words made Rozim give up the idea of sneaking out in the dark.
Gritting his teeth, Rozim took three middle-finger-long compressed ration bars wrapped in oil paper from his pocket, threw them into the empty shot glass, then turned and walked out.
On the Starfire, food is always hard currency.
However, after walking out of the bar for about ten steps, Rozim suddenly remembered that he had forgotten the unopened bottle of liquor on the bar.
He originally planned to take it back to the dormitory and taste it slowly while he was resting with the door locked.
What should I do? He has already paid...
Therefore, out of an instinctive sense of luck, Rozim turned back and walked back.
The next second, he saw Loken staggering out of the bar door, still holding his bottle of wine in his hand and cursing.
Almost at the same time, both sides saw each other.
As a result, the Chapter's Restaurant Master and Technical Priest were in a stalemate ten meters apart, with embarrassment on each other's faces.
"Ha, that..."
"I think you left something behind. I'll get it back for you quickly."
After speaking, both parties were silent for a few seconds, and then burst into insincere laughter at the same time, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
But apparently this wasn't very successful.
"The weather is nice today."
"Ah, yes, I came down to look for some mushrooms. I heard that there are delicious mushrooms growing nearby."
"Oh oh oh, I know that one, the dead mushroom that grows on corpses."
Rozim felt that both he and the other party were idiots, not to mention that they were still talking nonsense in this place where they could be discovered by others at any time.
"How about we leave here first? I have a safe passage."
Loken pointed to a path on the right. Rozim thought for a while and felt that it might not be safe to return to the original route. This guy was a technical priest. In terms of understanding of the structure of battleships, absolutely no one could surpass him.
Then the road he chose must have a high safety factor.
So he nodded and followed the drunken Mechanicus cultist into a secret passage.
"So...burp!"
Rozim burped, put his boots on a pile of gears, and said drunkenly:
"You were trying to molest the battle leader's robot, but you were beaten up by him."
The Chapter Restaurant Master shook his head and let out a joking laugh.
"I don't understand you oil guys. Do you want to mess with its exhaust pipe? Or its power socket? You don't mind being panicked..."
"You know a piston!"
Loken, who was sitting on the chair, used a mechanical appendage to protect his head in distress, while his right hand continued to put some kind of alcohol-oil mixture into his mouth.
"It...it's different! I can feel it! It's a technical item! A perfect masterpiece! By studying it, I can further integrate with the Omnissiah!"
"So, hiccup! You still want to fuck it."
"Shut up! You organic garbage full of reproductive activities!"
Rozim chuckled, stood up unsteadily, and swept his eyes around Loken's workshop.
Suddenly, he noticed a strange instrument on the shoulder of a castle-level combat robot. It looked like a huge watering can, with a hose behind it connected to a metal tank half as tall as a man.
"What is this? It looks like my big oil pot."
"idiot!"
Loken threw the wine glass on the table, stood up and patted the metal can behind the battle robot and said:
"The chapter leader asked me to develop, burp! A non-lethal weapon specially designed to capture targets. It contains a special high-molecular polymer that must be stored in a cryogenic tank."
As he spoke, he pointed to the watering can-like device.
"Once launched, this high molecular polymer will quickly condense into a tough ribbon-shaped solid material that is not afraid of water and fire. This spiral jet can spray it a hundred meters away. Once it is sprayed, it will cause harm! Even to Ah
Start won't be able to get away for a while."
"Just brag, even the Astartes won't be able to get away."
Rozim sneered, walked around the robot, and then noticed a rocker that could be moved behind the injector.
"What is this-"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.
"Hello!!"
At this time, the door of Loken's workshop suddenly opened. Jiminy Ford, who was also a technical priest but was in charge of biology, said from outside the door:
"Lorken, lend me your health care robot for two--"
[Door]===8 (⊙_⊙)?
Rozim's fingers had already pressed down...
The next second, a stream of milky white liquid surged out from the injector in a spiral shape, directly submerging the poor technical priest in it.