Chapter 2304 A bottle of wine with a close friend (Part 2)
"Alive——"
Halfway through, Rozim seemed to think of something, and after a moment of pause, he sighed in a nostalgic tone:
"Well, alas, back on my previous home planet, when I was still an apprentice, my life was depressing and hopeless. It seemed that I could only live with pots and pans for the rest of my life, and when I died, I would go to the unknown.
Once the tomb is thrown away, it will be like this for a lifetime... Once I sneaked out and went to a nearby town and saw a funny comedy. It was a crude local performance, but it left a deep impression on me. "
"Oh? What is it?"
"It's been so long that I can't remember the specifics. You know, my memory has never been very good. I probably only remember that they were two homeless people, waiting for someone who would never come back..."
As he said that, Rozim jumped up from his chair and performed vividly——
【He should be here】
After saying this, Rozim jumped to the left again.
[He didn’t decide that he would come]
【What if he doesn't come?】
【Let’s come back tomorrow】
【Then, come back the day after tomorrow】
【possible】
【Keep going like this】
【The issue is】
【Until he comes】
[You are so merciless when you speak]
[We were here yesterday too]
【You made a mistake】
【Then what did we do yesterday?】
【What did we do yesterday?】
【correct!】
[Why...as long as you are here, I can’t be sure of anything]
【As I see it, we were here yesterday】
Then, Rozim made a gesture of looking up into the distance. It cannot be said to be lifelike, but at least it was lifelike. Soshyan was also amused. No wonder the recruits liked listening to his stories so much. He was indeed born with the ability to perform.
Talent and personality.
【Do you recognize this place?】
【I didn't say that】
【Um?】
[It doesn’t matter whether you recognize it or not]
[Exactly the same...that tree...that swamp]
【You must be tonight?】
【What?】
【Are you waiting for him tonight?】
[He said it was Saturday, I think]
【you think】
[I definitely took notes]
[But which Saturday? Also, is today Saturday? Isn’t it possible that today is Sunday! Or Sunday—? Or Friday? 】
【That is absolutely impossible】
【Or Thursday?】
【What should we do?】
[If he came yesterday and didn't find us here, then you can be sure he will never come again today]
[But you said we were here yesterday]
[Maybe I’m mistaken, let’s stop talking for now, okay? 】
After the performance, Rozim sat back on his chair, drank half of the wine left in the glass, and then picked up the glass again.
Soshyan thought for a while and then said:
"You clearly said that you have a bad memory, but you still remember these details so clearly. It's like this country drama. It's so absurd and has no nutrition."
"This is what I like about it. They come to a place and wait for someone. Even they themselves don't know why they are waiting for him. While waiting, they have nothing to do, they have nothing to say, they quarrel, hang themselves, and chew.
Carrot...don't you think this is very similar to life? No one knows where it will end up, just like you can never wait for the person you want to wait for, but you regard that person as your ideal and life belief.
Vision, it seems that everything will be solved by waiting for it? But few people have thought that the nonsense, bragging, and fooling around during the waiting process may be what is truly worth appreciating in life?"
Soshyan chuckled, picked up the cup and clinked it with Rozim's cup.
"I don't see that you have some philosophy of life."
After taking a sip, he sighed and murmured to himself:
"Yeah, why wait for someone who doesn't even know who he is?"
"Brother, I know that in this position, you must have more concerns than an idle person like me. Besides, only people like you can defeat old monsters like Abaddon, but I still want to say, since it's already
If you are so tired, why make yourself more tired? Don't worry about things that are not so important and urgent. Let the young men do what they should do. Although we should give it to the emperor all our lives.
Grandpa Huang makes a contribution, but it’s not too much to live a little life of his own, right? You don’t have to worry about those rumors or anything like that. I’m just telling you my own point of view. Why are those hive nobles, governors, and Terra
Those winebags and ricebags can have three wives and four concubines, and their children and grandchildren are endless. Oh, because the Astartes are angels, they should die, they should go to hell-like places every day, and live like a machine all their lives. At best, then
It's greatness, it's dedication, it's for all mankind, but to put it more specifically, so many Astartes died just to let those dogs dominate? Just like this expedition, so many people died,
So many good soldiers have died, so many good boys have died, but have they changed their ways? Have they learned their lesson? So, anyway, if it were me, I would still work conscientiously for the Emperor, but I
I also want to live a happy life!"
As he spoke, Rozim, who was a little thirsty, raised his wine glass and drank it to the bottom.
Soshyan pointed at the other party with two fingers and said with a smile:
"You are a person. You tell me what books you have read, but your words are always so vulgar. Say you haven't read it, and you always talk nonsense. This has been the setting of Astartes since its birth, or it may be short-lived.
Or if you spend a long life only fighting until you die, there is nothing to complain about... Otherwise, why would you choose to be an Astartes?"
"Ah, that's what I think anyway, so you really don't have to be afraid of this or that. What's wrong with having a wife? Even if she's an Eldar, so what!? I was a little surprised when you said it at first,
But I don’t think there is anything behind it. We are people, not machines. We have feelings, just like you sitting with me now and chatting. This is feelings! If anyone says that we should live like a machine, who cares?
Who, I just punched you twice when I came up, I’m tired of working for the emperor’s grandpa, why do you need to talk nonsense!?”
After listening to this, Soshiyang's cheeks twitched, as if he wanted to laugh, but couldn't. He picked up the wine glass and couldn't take a sip.
In the end, all I could do was sigh.
"It's a pity that I can never be you..."
"Brother, what's going on?"
"Nothing, just a little emotional..."
After a pause, Soshyan thought for a moment, and then asked softly:
"Brother, if...if...if one day, the original body of the Eleventh Legion appears again...and I disappear, will you, the soldiers, everyone, still remember me?"
Rozim frowned.
"What's this weird thing? Brother, are you having a nightmare?"
"Just talk casually, just treat it as a casual chat over a wine table. You're not usually that serious."
Rozim picked up the cooked canned ant-cow meat and chewed it, seeming to be thinking, and then replied:
"This is really beyond my imagination, but I wonder, how could I forget? It was you who watched them become Astartes, and it was you who led them along the way. What does it have to do with the Primarch?"
Soshiyang shook the wine glass in his hand, looked at the rippling liquid in the glass, pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment, and then said slowly:
"The Astartes should obey the original body from the genetic level. Their minds will naturally be close to and loyal to their genetic father. This is above all else. Just like now, who still remembers those twenty
The commander of the legion?”
"That's what I'm saying, and I know it, but... Soshiyang, tell me from your heart, is this too much? Two people who are completely strangers, just because of their genes, one of them has to kneel down.
Being groveling on the ground like a dog being driven by another? You want to say that each Primarch is wise, divine, insightful, flawless, just like a saint, then I won't say anything, but there are some Primarchs... Archives
I often go to the room when I'm bored. I'm the one who can say whatever I want. Really, some of the Primarchs can just fuck with me, and the Astartes may not really obey the Primarchs completely, otherwise there will be a rebellion.
There aren’t that many loyal and loyal people here.”
Halfway through his words, Rozim reached for the wine glass and took a sip, then continued:
"... Let's talk about genes. You say it works, you say it doesn't work... It's really not very effective. When it comes to genetic relationships, the emperor's grandfather and his sons are not closer, nor have they seen each other.
Those sons all obeyed him. The Emperor himself could not make his sons obedient, nor did he see any discipline, but he asked the Astartes to obey some mad dogs or insane Primarchs.
Anyway, I think it’s very unfair, I don’t mean to be disrespectful to the Emperor, just let’s just discuss the matter.”