Karas Typhon always felt that something was wrong.
But he couldn't tell what was wrong.
The hand holding the pen was shaking slightly.
[What? No way? ]
Mortarion, who was standing in a daze beside Karas, saw that Karas was not in a good state, so he lowered his head to check the progress of Karas's document review.
"Ah! No... it's not a problem. The refugees from the southern mountains have already been assigned resettlement areas."
Mortarion casually picked up the document that Typhon had reviewed and read it over.
[good.]
Karas swallowed his saliva. He felt the need to speak out his doubts.
"But... can I review these?"
Mortarion frowned. The Primarch could vaguely hear Hades' laughter at the city gate.
[Why not?] Mortarion said nonchalantly, [Among this group of people, only you have this talent. Although Kefa is also qualified, he is not as good at judging people as you are.]
"Well..." Karas said slowly, "I thought I would do something... worse."
Shouldn't he start with hard labor
Mortarion almost rolled his eyes.
This job is already the worst.
The Primarch did not intend to waste his endless life any more. Mortarion patted Karas on the shoulder and signaled him to do his best.
[If you don’t know how to do something, just ask me, or Hades-Kefa, he is not an unreasonable person.]
After saying that, Mortarion picked up his sickle and went out directly.
Callas was left with no hope in life.
He always felt something was wrong - they trusted him too fast - although he trusted Mortarion very much, but - it was still too fast!
In just two months, Karas had already begun approving documents responsible for the construction of the entire city!
It was hard to find any reason to criticize Karas Typhon. Mortarion promoted him to this position almost out of personal preference - and he himself was a half-blood - if you really look into it, Karas had hatred and prejudice against many people in the city.
But Mortarion just looked at him, said it was okay, and brought him dinner for his overtime work.
Karas Typhon is now in a state of both confusion and clarity. He is clear-headed because he has to review and approve government affairs, and he has already figured out the relationships and logistics of the entire city.
The confusing thing is that he still hasn't figured out how he got to this position.
In the end, Karas could only comfort himself in this way. Maybe Mortarion really was different from ordinary people in terms of interpersonal relationships.
Karas was silent for a while, and he decided to help Mortarion to screen out the villains in the future.
Of course, even if Karas had a hundred thousand guts, he would not dare to take revenge now.
Because besides Mortarion, the other master of this human civilization is Hades.
Karas is a little afraid of Hades because sometimes, Karas feels that Hades is the manipulator behind all this.
But the problem is, apart from the initial visit from Hades to help him limit his psychic talent that was prone to runaway, he has never taken care of anything since then.
He does nothing.
Even Typhon, who was regarded by Mortarion as having an accurate judgement of people, could not understand what this old man was thinking all day.
Seeing that he often observed Hades, Mortarion once quietly pulled Karas aside and told him that Hades was sick.
Karas: Huh
Mortarion explained to him very seriously that Hades sometimes talked nonsense, and the Primarch initially diagnosed it as a mental illness, including Hades's daze and avoidance of work and people, which could be explained by this.
Karas felt that he was about to understand.
So, it all made sense.
Everyone craves power, not even Mortarion - but psychopaths do.
From then on, Karas looked at Hades with a little more tolerance in his eyes.
Hades was puzzled for a while because of the change in Karas' attitude towards him. If Hades knew what these two apes thought of him, he would laugh for three days and three nights.
The evaluation is that the morning mushroom does not know the new moon and full moon, and the cicada does not know the spring and autumn.
What's more, Hades is busy doing other things now.
Hades stood at the city gate, waiting for the sentry to check the children's IDs. He saw Mortarion coming. Hades smiled and threw the boy standing in front of him, who was pretending to be an adult with his arms folded.
The child uttered a cry of surprise in the air.
"Mortarion! Look! I found some kids! They're willing to come home with me!"
The contempt on Mortarion's face was evident.
Hades caught Vox, patted his head with a big laugh, and then put Vox, whose mind was blank, down.
Mortarion came over and stared at the children with a frown. The children were frightened by the primarch's terrifying appearance. Except for Vorcus, everyone else hid behind Hades.
[…You went to steal someone else’s child? ]
Mortarion hoped Hades' condition would not worsen.
Otherwise, he would have to personally take the children to apologize to their parents.
"They came with me of their own accord."
Hades spoke righteously, protecting the children behind him.
"You scared them, Mortarion. You should pay attention to your appearance - at least you shouldn't look like you've been dead for three months with corpse spots all connected together."
"Look, this is Vox, Hazniel, Losul... This is Herrera and her sister Lysa..."
Hades introduced them one by one. He almost brought over all of Mortarion's team. Unexpectedly, these little brats were willing to follow him - most of them were orphans.
Because of his physical condition, he didn't have many good relationships with the people of Barbaros... of course... except for the Herrera family.
Hades patted Herrera's head. The little girl had two small yellow flowers tied in her braids.
Does it look good? Hades deliberately went to the mountains to pull it out from the corpse of the Alien Lord who had been dead for two years.
And Lysa had her hair braided.
Hades helped the two little girls comb their hair, even though his hands were almost bigger than the children's. But this is the master of casting! Don't question the precision of a master of casting!
"There is a lack of talent in Shelter now, and it is our responsibility to train the next generation of talent."
Mortarion frowned, staring at Hades, then looked at Hades, who was covered with children.
Mortarion suddenly realized... Hades went to find him... simply because he was also a child at the time
[… what ever.]
Not a bad thing... but he was the first one anyway.
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[Ten years later]
"Hades! Eat!"
With a bang, Herrera pushed the door open, holding a pot in her hand, and slammed it on the desk in front of Hades.
On the other side, Hades was lying on a chair, snoring.
Herrera watched the snot bubble on the tip of Hades' nose burst. Hades stood up and smiled sleepily at Herrera.
Lately, for some reason, Hades has been getting more and more tired, and it's obvious to everyone - even though all he does all day is eat and sleep!
In the time that people have been with Hades, they have never seen Hades look tired.
Mortarion feared that this might be a sign of a worsening of the disease... or worse...
Herilla was thinking wildly that her sister Lysa had been staying in the laboratory with Lord Mortarion all day long, trying to find out what was wrong with Hades.
According to Lysa, Mortarion has been going crazy lately, which makes Herrera even more worried... Hades is a very good person, he can't...
Hades asked slowly while scooping porridge,
"Has the recently launched satellite Reaper 3 observed any other civilizations?"
Herrera shook her head. For some reason, Hades had been telling himself recently that he was coming soon.
For this reason, Hades also told Mortarion that the Primarch should pay attention to his personal image, or at least make the corpse spots on his body lighter.
Normally, these conversations would have led to a further duel, but the Primarch was simply worried that Hades' condition was getting worse, and so he became more obsessed with the laboratory.
“… Old Huangtou hasn’t come yet.”
Hades said weakly that the Warp near Barbarus had been in chaos recently. He estimated that the Emperor was preparing to come. In order to provide them with navigation, Hades jumped into the Warp overnight and fought against the Warp creatures who wanted to prevent human ships from passing.
If Old Yellow doesn't come, Hades will kill all the subspace creatures in this area.
Hades was thinking to himself, and he felt that he should tell Mortarion about his "very different" big family so that the child could adapt - after all, not everyone could accept that they had a father who glowed with gold, and twenty brothers who, from their perspective, looked stupid no matter how they looked at them.
At the same time, Hades thought, Mortarion should pay attention to his personal image. At least he should not look like he has been dead for seven hundred years.
"Herrera," Hades said suddenly, "take the money from me and go back to buy Mortarion a set of clothes - preferably gold..."
Hades' voice faded away.
Hmm... Golden Mortarion...
Hades decided to poke his own eye.
"Never mind," said Hades, "green and white."
No, it still has to be gold. As we all know, gold can increase the favorability of a certain primitive man. If that doesn't work... make some gold ornaments for Mortarion to hang up, and make him shine as much as possible.
Anyway, the emperor has no aesthetic sense, as long as it is big or golden, it's fine.
Hades suspected that if he painted Mortari's entire body with gold paint and then pushed him in front of the old yellow man, the old man would laugh so hard that his ears would be stretched out.
Hades was so immersed in his own thoughts that he didn't realize that there was a hint of sadness in Herrera's eyes when she looked at him.
"Hades... have you been feeling unwell lately?"
"?"
Hades was stunned, and he broke away from the eye-catching scene of Golden Mortarion.
"Me? I'm fine," Hades said, "It's just Mortarion. What's he thinking about lately? I think he hasn't left the lab in a week. Maybe he's dead in there."
Herrera shook her head. "The God of Death is just researching new drugs recently. But, are you really okay, Hades?"
Hades blinked, and after thinking about it, he felt that he was normal.
The people around him were also normal. They had become accustomed to Hades' words. Although sometimes Hades felt that he should explain it further, seeing that they all looked like they understood, Hades was too lazy to explain.
Anyway, once the Lord of Mankind's fleet arrives, it will be useless to say anything, so just wait and see.
Mortarion was also very normal, just like in his previous life, and had awakened his habit of poisoning people. Hades didn't want to discourage the development of the child's hobbies and interests, so he acted as a guinea pig to test the poison.
Hades also wanted to know the limit of his resistance to poison - and this would also increase his resistance to poison.
He's not bragging, Mortarion has yet to create a poison that can make him uncomfortable for even a second.
Except his tongue would be uncomfortable for a long time.
"No problem, I just haven't slept well recently," Hades stood up. No, the Emperor was definitely coming. He could already sense that faint golden aura of pretentiousness - within a week, that man would definitely descend upon Barbaros.
By then, we will have everything. Once we are connected with the Empire, the trade value and technology tree of Barbarus will soar. Hades thought,
Hades couldn't stand it anyway. Barbarus was too barren. Even though they had built a third large city, they still had the same food! If the soil and air were not good, it would be useless to plant anything!
The scarcity of agricultural products further restricted industry, as well as everyday recreation.
Although the human empire is in chaos, at least we have everything we want.
Then it will be time for him to make some big purchases, and let these Babarus whose daily lives are so poor, see the corruption in the capital market!
Hades smiled.
"Herrela..." Hades stared at Herrela thoughtfully, "How about I give you a crystal ball that can refract positions? It can also be customized with faces and names, and it can project three-dimensional content at night."
Hades watched the corners of Herrera's mouth twitch again and again, but finally couldn't hold it.
Herilla turned away and laughed muffledly.
"I'm leaving first." Herilla left here as if escaping.
Leaving Hades with a question mark on his face.
Are the people of Babarus so innocent? Could they be so moved by a crystal ball
Hades thought, then he might as well ask the Forge World to customize a life-size crystal ball.
Hmm... In the last life... If you think about it carefully, whether it is Barbarus or the Death Guards, they were all extremely simple and poor...
When the old yellow man finally arrived in Barbarus, Hades decided to extort money from him and equip Mortarion with a complete laboratory - so that he would not have to use those broken instruments with single-digit accuracy.
If there were no corresponding mines on Barbarus and the nearby planets, and no ultra-high temperature environment, Hades would have transformed Mortarion long ago. But now, Hades has to watch Mortarion treat a piece of junk equipment that even the servitors of the Forge World don't want to use as a treasure.
Everyone who saw it shook their heads.
Then he went to make a profit from Old Ma—the guy was very shrewd, but it didn't matter, Hades could always scrape some money off.
He planned to buy Walkers a good gun and also give him a beautiful diary, as the boy liked to write in a diary.
...Karas... Hades knows nothing about psychic stuff, just ask Malcador when the time comes.
Give Karas a cool magic wand, and then he can hit whatever he points.
And Kefa, Lysa...
Bang!
Hades looked away from the ceiling, toward Mortarion, who was panting in the doorway.
"Hey, I said I would go find you."
Hades said as he watched Mortarion sit down in front of him with a rough look on his face.
Well, it seems that Mortarion also sensed that his father was coming.
Sometimes the Primarch would have a psychic reaction to Old Yellow's arrival.
"You feel it?"
Hades asked, and Mortarion nodded slowly, heavily.
The test tube in the Primarch's hand trembled slightly.
Hades is running out of time, Mortarion thought.
He didn't want to see Hades go completely crazy.
(End of this chapter)