Chapter 52 Bitch Is

Chapter 52 A bitch is...

What else could the Narrator be doing in the Astartes' room?

Only interviews.

After all, as we all know, Astartes are different from mortals, and Astartes have no desires in that regard.

Most Space Marines have a bad impression of the narrator. Even if they have no impressions, they are not willing to waste time on being interviewed by the narrator. It is very disappointing for a narrator to get an exclusive interview from a Space Marine. Easy things.

So Holkamp didn't think much about it. He was a composer. It was his job to record the Great Expedition and Rebellion in the form of songs, and he was not interested in interviews and reports.

Holkamp came to the chair and sat down, rubbing his hands excitedly with a look of anticipation.

Seeing the expectant look on Hall's face, Fu Qinghai didn't know where to start.

"Uh..." Fu Qinghai thought for a while and asked:

"The score of this song is recorded using a recording format called staff. Do you know this kind of staff?"

"I know the staff, sir. You may not know this. In fact, I am a music historian. I have researched the staff used in Terra's ancient times. Oh, Terra was still called Earth at that time. You can also write the staff."

If you know the musical notation, you probably don’t need to ask about the simplified musical notation.

Fu Qinghai turned around and looked at his empty cabin and said, "I don't seem to have the tools to write music scores here."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Hall said quickly, "I brought a special tool of mine."

As he spoke, he took out an iron-gray servo skull from his bag.

After activating the miniature anti-gravity device of the servo skull, the metal skull floated in mid-air, with a bright blue light glowing in the empty eye sockets.

Holkamp took out a tablet, plugged a metal cable hanging from the lower end of the servo skull onto the tablet, sat upright, and said:

"You hum softly to this servo skull, and the meditator system inside will automatically convert the sound into a musical score and output it. I will form the musical score here and then proofread it with you."

Okay, now I don’t even have to write the staff.

The servo skull is a metal skull, and inside the skull is an antiseptic brain, which serves as the computing "wetware" of this servo computer.

Why do we have to make the computer look like a skull? This is the cultural symbol of death that can be seen everywhere in the Human Empire in Warhammer 40K. The skull symbol is on the logo of the Mechanicum, on various flags of the empire, and on the soldiers’ heads. On the armor, it's all there.

Fu Qinghai sang "The Sound of Silence" a cappella in the cabin. After Hall proofread the output score with Fu Qinghai one by one, he happily left with his servo skull.

…

Looking back on yesterday, it was indeed a comfortable thing to have a pleasant chat with the long-legged and beautiful lady.

The next day, Fu Qinghai came out of the training cage covered in sweat. After finishing the morning training, he went back to the rest cabin to take a shower, changed into a casual robe, and headed to the restaurant.

Entering the battleship's restaurant, Fu Qinghai waved and said hello to the blond curly Papa in the distance, then picked up a drink and walked to Gurt who was sitting at the bar.

Fu Qinghai clinked glasses with Gurt and asked:

"Is Vlahos back?"

Kurt nodded and said:

"The commander cheered up and returned to his duties."

Fu Qinghai asked: "What is our next plan? Where is the warship heading now?"

Gurt said: "Terra, the final destination of the cruiser is Terra. The supply lines have been cut off by us, but the rebels' attack on Terra is still very strong. The original body judged that they were going to make a desperate move. The latest news is that the pregnant The Shadow Crusade launched by the Speaker and the World Eaters in Ultramar has been thwarted, and now Terra needs our support."

Fu Qinghai wondered: "We have no supplies, so why are the rebels still attacking so fiercely?"

Fu Qinghai was puzzled. Even modern wars on Earth are all about logistics. It is impossible for the future war of Warhammer 40K to be about courage. How can guns shoot without bullets? How can tanks run without fuel?

Gurth came over and whispered: "Rumors say, it is said that with the support from Mars, the foundry commander Kalbohar has rebelled. It is said that even the Titan Legion has arrived on the surface of Terra."

Fu Qinghai was surprised on the surface, but in fact he had long known about Kalbohar's rebellion.

Fu Qinghai calmly took a sip of his drink, thinking that Wo Kuotai on the Dirk had also received the message, and if he hadn't received it, should he go and remind him.

At this time, a well-dressed woman swayed in from the door of the restaurant.

This woman has light brown skin, a slender and tall neck, decorated with golden necklaces. Her black hair is twisted into a spiral bun, and her forehead is studded with various golden implants. Enter things.

As soon as this gorgeously dressed woman entered the door, she began to look around the empty restaurant. After seeing Fu Qinghai, she immediately came straight here.

Fu Qinghai noticed that her exposed skin had no pores at all and was as smooth and delicate as silk. This should be the result of the empire's most advanced plastic surgery technology.

The woman walked up to Fu Qinghai and Gurt, looked up at Fu Qinghai, bowed slightly and said:

"Dear Sergeant Aoyama, hero of the Battle of Roswell, may I invite you to be interviewed by me, Barbara Stephens?"

Um?

Fu Qinghai and Gurt looked at each other.

Fu Qinghai rubbed his head and said: "I'm sorry, madam, I don't accept interviews. If you want to find a Space Marine for an exclusive interview, I recommend that one to you."

Fu Qinghai pointed to the curly-haired Papa sitting not far away.

Barbara Stephens said without even turning her head to look:

"Oh no, you misunderstood me. I'm here specifically to interview you, the God of War in Roswell, the Piano Prince of Astarte... Oh my god, how can one person possess both powerful force and artistic melancholy? , This is so romantic.”

Fu Qinghai was speechless. Although the operation on Planet Roswell 7 was brutal, it was still just one of the thousands of military operations conducted by the Astartes. This was the meaning of the creation of the Astartes.

And the "Battle of Roswell"... it sounded like Twilight of the Gods, and Fu Qinghai felt embarrassed as a person involved.

Besides, forget about the awkward title of "Loswell God of War". What the hell is "Piano Prince"? This title is not very popular. Fu Qinghai doesn't want to be caught in the wild.

Gurt, who was sitting opposite, laughed when he heard this, and then asked curiously:

"Qingshan, what does Piano Prince mean?"

Fu Qinghai waved his hands without bothering to explain, and refused directly:

"Ma'am, I told you, I never give interviews. If you want to write a vivid and detailed battlefield report, I suggest you find someone else."

Faced with Fu Qinghai's clear rejection, Barbara still didn't give up. She actually dug out a strangely shaped triangular diamond from her forehead and gently pushed it to Fu Qinghai's bar table.

He said with pride and meaning in his tone:

"Sir, this is a token of the Tyra Stephens family. Accept this and accept my interview, and you will gain the friendship of the Stephens family."

"Pfft..." Fu Qinghai laughed for a moment, and Gurt, who was sitting opposite, also looked like he couldn't help laughing.

Fu Qinghai pushed the broken diamond on the bar back to the woman and said seriously:

"This...Ms. Stephens, I don't know how much power your family has on Terra, in the Ministry of Interior or the Ministry of Military Affairs, but I am an Astartes monk, and I only accept the Emperor and my original I have no intention of being in politics in the future. Put away your tokens, they are of no use to the Space Marines."

I, the Astartes, am an extension of the Emperor's fleshly will.

A family with deep roots in Terra?

None of my business.

Not only Fu Qinghai thinks this way, but also Gurt and other extreme warriors.

Big figures like Warmaster Horus, Robert Guilliman, or Jaghatai Khan may also need to consider a little exchange of interests and political balance among the high-level empire.

I am a leading Space Marine soldier, and I don’t have to give any favor to anyone except the Emperor himself and the Primarch!

Barbara Stephens seemed to feel insulted. She grabbed the broken diamond on the counter angrily, turned around and pointed at Chen Xue who had just come in from the door and asked loudly:

"Then why did you accept an interview with that woman? How is she better than me? Her family is useless in Terra, and she doesn't understand the rules of upper class society at all, that damn bitch!"

Although Fu Qinghai didn't know what was going on between Barbara and Chen Xue, he couldn't bear to see an unknown person insult his compatriots like this.

Fu Qinghai leaned forward suddenly, frowned, stared directly into Barbara's eyes, and said in a solemn tone:

"I don't need to tell you what I say or do to Ms. Shirley, and I don't need you to question it... Do you understand, mortal?"

Astartes' strong and majestic upper body blocked the light and cast a shadow, shrouding Barbara. Barbara looked into Fu Qinghai's murderous eyes and suddenly trembled with fear.

The aura that instantly erupted from Fu Qinghai's body, like a mountain of corpses crawling out of a sea of ​​blood, left Barbara speechless, and she quickly turned around and fled from the restaurant without looking back.

The moment Chen Xue passed by her, she curled her lips, and a disdainful voice whispered in Barbara's ear:

"Heh, bitch."

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