"My Lord said that Calgar brought him a gift." Sicarius organized his words before speaking, "I want to ask, Fikris, do you know what the gift is?"
A trace of confusion appeared on Felix's resolute broad face, and he shook his head.
"What kind of gift? I've never heard of any grown-ups talking about it."
Sicarius observed Fikris's expression, capturing every trace of his gesture to make sure that he was not lying.
The two have been together for decades, and Sicarius knows Fikris very well.
Fikris is a straightforward person and has difficulty hiding his inner thoughts.
In other words, this guy isn't very cunning, and his emotions are all shown on his face.
From the look on his face, it was obvious that even he was unaware of this matter.
Apparently, this matter is kept highly confidential.
Even himself and Fikris didn't know.
Sicarius realized that he could not get an answer and did not intend to waste any more time.
Leaving Fikris with a confused look on his face, he turned and left.
After Sicarius walked away, Fikris turned his head and looked at the members of the Glory Guard beside him.
"What do you think? Should we also send gifts? Perhaps the Lord would like someone to send him a gift? After all, he lived ten thousand years ago. I know this from some books."
"During the Great Crusade, his mother would celebrate his birthday with him and give him gifts. Maybe the Emperor would also give him gifts at that time."
"The Emperor has not moved for ten thousand years now, and the Primarch's mother has long since left this world, so no one has given him gifts. Only when Calgar gives him a gift will he appear very happy."
Fikris, who was wearing power armor, spoke in a serious tone, as if it was a matter of fact.
The member of the Honor Guard wearing Terminator power armor turned his head to look at Fikris who was speaking, and an invisible big question mark appeared on his head.
Send a gift?
To the original body?
Still celebrating birthday?
This question is really a bit beyond the scope for these rough brains.
I'm very good at beating greenskins, dealing with chaos, and killing traitors.
Things like giving gifts for birthdays are a cognitive blind spot.
"Perhaps you should ask Reddy. She is the Primarch's economic advisor. She has been traveling around the fringe worlds of the Empire and among the Imperial bureaucrats for many years. She is also an ordinary mortal. She may know these things."
The Honor Guard member said.
"That makes sense." Fikris nodded and agreed to the suggestion.
After realizing who he should go to, Fikris told the others to hold their positions.
Go to the bar of Macragge's Glory and find Reddy.
The Macragge's Glory, a Queen of Glory-class battleship, is more than twenty kilometers long and can be said to be a mobile space city.
There are a large number of crew members, ordinary soldiers, mechanical priests, Titan knights, servants, etc.
In addition to combat units, there are also recorders in the cultural field, artists, composers, and state church priests.
The crusade launched by Guilliman was not only a war, but also a great movement to reform the human empire.
The most important point of reform is to change human beings from the root of their thinking.
Let mankind regain its previous confidence.
For this reason, Guilliman could only bring these artists, composers and the like with him, and let them go to every world to preach his ideas on his behalf, so that the people could cooperate with the Imperial team to transform the world.
Public opinion is really an important thing.
Even if you tell a lie a thousand times, there will always be someone who believes it to be true.
Guilliman had to ensure that the initiative of public opinion was in his own hands and to stand on the moral high ground so that he could move freely in the face of the Imperial bureaucracy.
There are also those recorders, whose role cannot be underestimated.
Responsible for recording everything and writing the complete history of the empire.
History is a very useful thing.
There is much that can be learned from history to prevent the race from falling into the same trap again.
There are more and more ordinary people, so naturally they need a place to relax.
During a boring journey, a simple bar where you can drink freely is undoubtedly the best place to relax.
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..
The bar was packed with people as usual.
In addition to those recorders, poets, artists, and composers, crew members and soldiers on duty also gathered here, hoping to get a little time to relax.
Some people came here to listen to stories, some to watch performances, and some to enjoy obscene revelry in dark corners.
Everybody was chattering.
Men and women occupied every table, most of them were playing cards, but there were also some more enthusiastic guys who were giving passionate speeches.
In a corner of the bar, an Anglican priest was preaching to people about the emperor's deeds.
"The Emperor said there is light for my people to survive, and so there is light in the dark universe."
"The Emperor's power is unimaginable. She loves every human being deeply. Even if she suffers for humanity, she never gives up on this."
... ... ... ... ...
"The Natal regiments are really awesome. They have won the most victories so far."
"It is said that a young man named Hawke, carrying the double eagle flag, counterattacked when the entire front was in collapse, and turned the defeat around. It sounds amazing."
Several men and women who looked like soldiers were playing cards and discussing the news they had heard.
"The new economic model should be more in the hands of the empire rather than in the hands of individual families."
"How long do you think it will take the Primarch to fight this battle?"
... ... ... ... ...
Reddy was also in the bar. Her unique wildness and unruly temperament attracted the attention of many opposite sexes.
She is one of Guilliman's many advisors.
Belonging to the economic field, it is responsible for researching a systematic economic operation method to help the Primarch control the economy of the empire.
"Can I invite you to dance?" A man with a slicked-back hair and a powdered face, dressed quite exquisitely, came over and asked in a gentlemanly tone.
Reddy took a sip of the wine in the glass and then poured the rest on the other person's shiny, meticulously combed hair.
"Don't waste my time anymore. I'm not interested in idiots like you. Go find a bitch who likes your poor little bug."
Red wine flowed down the other person's head, and his expression quickly changed from astonishment to anger, and his face suddenly turned red.
"You humiliated me, woman. My name is Palhor Doji, the sixth marquis of the Doji family. Apologize to me, or you will pay the price."
Reddy spat on the ground contemptuously, "I refuse to apologize to idiots."
"Go to hell, bitch." The man slapped her in frustration.
But before his slap could land, he was caught by someone.
A huge dark shadow loomed over him.
The quarrel here attracted a lot of people's attention.
Some of them were originally making a fuss, but now they all remained quiet.
The two bartenders were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they dared not speak.
Palhor Doji turned his head and found a Primaris Space Marine in iron armor standing behind him.
It was the other party who stopped him from attacking Reddy.
"Master Fei...Fei Chris." The man was so frightened that he could hardly speak clearly.
"Bullying women is not a good skill." Fikris' voice was very low and full of oppression.
He let go of the man's slender hand, which could be torn off with the slightest force, and let the man retreat into the crowd.
"I need your help, Reddy," said Fikris.
"It's my honor, Fikris, thank you very much for your help." Reddy said with a smile.
"I'm saving him. Your body has been strengthened, and you will hurt him if you do anything. I don't think the Lord wants his economic advisor to be involved in any hurtful scandal," said Fikris.
The man next to him blushed even more when he heard this.
Being saved from a woman by a Primaris Marine was undoubtedly a huge joke.
But Reddy and Fikris ignored him and walked straight out of the bar.
In the corridor outside the bar.
“I’ve got a problem,” Fikris said.
"What's the problem?" Reddy asked.
"The Primarch is preparing for his birthday."
Reddy: