Chapter 772 The Original Body Shopping

"Is this your seriously injured brother? He looks good, like a normal person." Odmaier took a sip of coffee, and Guilliman sat opposite her with other Primarchs.

"Don't we look like normal people?" Perturabo complained quietly, and Odmaier also heard it, but she didn't point it out.

These Primarchs, Emperor's children, etc., once the halo on them is removed, there is nothing worthy of Odmaier's admiration and worship.

"Ultramar is your territory, right? Let's talk directly about the problem of the sector union, the Great Canteen Sector-Tau Empire Sector-Ultramar Sector Trinity."

"And about the passage regulations of the Tau merchant fleet, I don't want your people to kill all our people because of some imperial legacy issues."

"These are the production regulations, mainly about how long factory workers can work in low-power Geller positions."

The paper documents and electronic documents were all piled in front of Guilliman, and Guilliman only weighed them slightly with his hands to fully feel the weight of knowledge.

"Do you have any more questions? If you have any, please tell me. I have to go to the Golden Core to supervise the reconstruction work in half an hour."

"Uh. I don't have any questions at the moment."

"Very good, talk to the Strong Logic System first if you have anything to say, and we'll meet next Sunday."

Odemaier clapped her hands and left. Guilliman blinked and asked if Ms. Odemaier was always in such a hurry?

"She's always busy." Perturabo shrugged.

Guilliman nodded. He had a very good first impression of Odemaier.

Although her hair was not well-groomed and her clothes had many wrinkles and scars, the spirit emanating from her body was what attracted Guilliman's attention the most.

In the following days, Guilliman read the documents given to him by Odemaier while taking Calgar and others to visit the customs and customs of the cafeteria.

"These people lack respect for the Space Marines. They don't look at us with such lofty eyes? I can't describe this feeling well."

Walking on the wide and clean streets, Calgar expressed his feelings.

"Don't you like it?" Guilliman had a smile on his face. He liked the sense of prosperity that this planet exuded.

"But it would be better without these." Catosikarius complained dissatisfiedly. He didn't like the Tau people on the street.

These blue-skinned and noseless guys made Catosikarius itchy. Maybe these short-lived aliens have forgotten the bloody conflict on the border of Ultramar, but Catosikarius remembered it clearly.

These abominable aliens.

"That's a thing of the past. Let's not talk about it now." Guilliman walked towards a Tau vendor. He slowed down his pace to make his sense of oppression much less.

Even if a Primarch has no ill intentions, their huge bodies will still cause mortals to be nervous.

"Hello, what is this?" Guilliman pointed to a piece of aqua-blue stone on the stall and asked.

The Tau vendor replied. He spoke the Low Gothic language more commonly used by civilians, with simple grammar and a bit of a stiff accent.

"This is a snack, sir." The Tau merchant roasted the aqua blue stone on the fire for dozens of seconds. The stone cracked and a silver-gray viscous liquid flowed out of it.

"We call this stone blood."

Guilliman took the stone blood. This thing that could occupy the whole hand of the Tau merchant was not much bigger than a quail egg to him.

He was too lazy to lick it with his tongue. He threw the stone into his mouth and chewed it. After easily crushing the shell of the stone, the stone blood exuded a faint bitter taste.

This bitter taste was very heavy, and after staying in the mouth for a long time, it exuded a refreshing feeling.

This small snack with a stone appearance, Dorn would like this thing, and I don’t know if his other brothers will often come to these street corners and alleys.

Guilliman took out the common coin in the cafeteria. This was not a throne coin made of metal, or a paper currency issued in conjunction with some precious items.

From the outside, it was just a rectangular thin piece, and the value was divided according to the color depth and weight.

Unlike paper money, which can only be burned as waste paper after the value system collapses, these currencies are quite useful.

They can be eaten, but the intake should be limited to no more than thirty pieces a day.

They can provide energy, but they must be bundled into ten-kilogram blocks and filled into reactors and matter conversion engines.

They can stop bleeding and prevent wound infection, and can even purify sewage.

This is mainly because the raw materials of these currencies are the pulped leaves of the Tree of Life. Considering that the Tree of Life can occupy half the size of the planet, the factory that produces currency will never worry about raw materials.

Guilliman used the money to buy a few bags of stone snacks. He distributed a few bags to the warriors who traveled with him, and he planned to take the rest back for his brothers to taste.

Calgar took the bag handed by Guilliman, breathing lightly, and his mood was not calm.

What a sacred bag of snacks. Touched by the Primarch himself.

Such a treasure is only worthy of existing in the glory exhibition hall of the regiment, not.

"Eat." Guilliman ordered, he did not like his offspring's excessive worship of him.

"We are finally back, that's great, you can see Fugen too, do you miss your good brother?"

"Your tone makes me sick. Why do you talk like this?"

"Because I know you have a very good relationship with Fugen. He may be one of your favorite brothers. You love him and he loves you too."

"Shut up."

Coze closed his eyes and pretended not to hear Lin Fan's words. During the days of sailing, Lin Fan stayed beside Coze and repeated Coze's dark history and complicated and long mental journey.

Like Perturabo, Coze was stimulated by Lin Fan's words several times at the beginning, but he could not do anything. He could only stare at Lin Fan with cold and gloomy eyes.

Later, Coze's reaction was much smaller. Maybe he got used to it after listening for a long time.

But no matter what, Lin Fan was looking forward to the reactions of others when they saw Coze.

Maybe Fugen would rush over to give his brother a warm hug; Perturabo might give away his treasured gifts; Dorn might apologize to Coze.

Tsk.

Dorn apologized to Coze? Lin Fan thought it was a bit mysterious.

The Void Phoenix fighter sent a signal to the cafeteria, and then found a helipad to land.

Because the Void Phoenix fighter was too fast, no one came to greet them.

Lin Fan dragged the crystal out, and then freed Curze from the prison with a punch.

"Hehe. You made a bad decision." Curze smiled sinisterly, and then disappeared in an instant.

The latest masterpiece of foreign fan fiction, the cat girl Primarch, the good sister of all the Primarchs (very interesting, but can't be added to this book)