Chapter 52: Bitch is...

What else can the narrator do in Astarte's room?

Only interview.

After all, it is well known that Astartes are different from mortals and do not have that kind of desire.

Most Space Marines have a bad impression of narrators. Even if they don't feel anything, they are unwilling to waste time being interviewed by narrators. It is not easy for a narrator to get an exclusive interview from a Space Marine.

So Holkamp didn't think much about it. He was a composer, and it was his job to record the Great Crusade and the Rebellion in the form of songs. He had no interest in interviews and reports.

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

Looking at Hall's expectant expression, Fu Qinghai didn't know where to start.

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

"The score of this song is recorded using a format called five-line notation. Do you know this kind of five-line notation?"

"I know the musical notation, sir. You may not know that I am actually a music historian. I have researched the musical notation used in ancient Terra. At that time, Terra was still called Earth. You can write the musical notation."

If you know the five-line notation, there is probably no need to ask about the simplified notation.

Fu Qinghai turned around and looked at his empty cabin, saying, "I don't seem to have any tools for writing music scores here."

"It's okay, it's okay." Hall said quickly, "I brought a special tool of mine."

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

By activating the micro anti-gravity device of the servo skull, the metal skull floated in the air, and a glowing blue light appeared in the empty eye sockets.

Holkamp took out a tablet and plugged a metal cable hanging from the bottom of the servo skull into the tablet. He sat upright and said,

"You can hum to this servo skull and the Thinker system inside will automatically convert the sound into music score output. I will proofread it with you after the music score is formed."

Well, now I don't even have to write the musical notation.

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

Why do we have to make computers look like skulls? This is the cultural symbol of death that can be seen everywhere in the human empire in Warhammer 40K. The skull symbol can be found on the emblem of the Mechanicus, on various flags of the empire, and on the armor of soldiers.

Fu Qinghai sang "The Sound of Silence" in the cabin. After Hall reviewed the completed music score with Fu Qinghai one by one, he left happily 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, finishing his morning training. He went back to the rest cabin, took a shower, changed into a casual robe, and went to the restaurant.

Entering the battleship's restaurant, Fu Qinghai waved and greeted the blonde curly-haired Papa in the distance, then picked up a drink and walked to Gult who was sitting at the bar.

Fu Qinghai clinked his glasses with Gulte and asked:

"Is Vlahos back?"

Gulte nodded and said:

"The commander pulled himself together and returned to his post."

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

Gult said: "Terra, the cruiser's final destination is Terra. We have cut off all the supply lines, but the rebels' momentum to attack Terra is still strong. The Primarch believes that they are going to go all out. The latest news is that the Shadow Crusade launched by the Word Bearers and the World Eaters in the Ultramarine has been thwarted. Now Terra needs our support."

Fu Qinghai asked curiously, "Without any supplies, why are the rebels still attacking so fiercely?"

Fu Qinghai was puzzled. Even modern wars on Earth were a battle of logistics. It was impossible for future wars in Warhammer 40K to still be a battle of courage. How could guns shoot without bullets? How could tanks operate without fuel?

Gult came over and whispered, "According to the grapevine, it is said that Mars has given support, and the Forge Commander Kalbohar has rebelled. It is said that even the Titan Legion has arrived on the surface of Terra."

Fu Qinghai showed his surprise on the surface, but he actually knew about Carl Bohar's rebellion a long time ago.

Fu Qinghai took a sip of his drink calmly, thinking that Ogedei on the Short Sword should have received the message. If not, should he remind him?

At this time, a beautifully dressed woman swayed in from the restaurant door.

The woman had light brown skin, a slender and tall neck decorated with a ring of golden collars, her black hair was tied into a spiral bun, and her forehead was inlaid with various glittering gold implants.

As soon as this gorgeously dressed woman entered the door, she began to look around the empty restaurant. After seeing Fu Qinghai, she immediately ran over 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 cosmetic surgery technology.

The woman walked up to Fu Qinghai and Gult, looked up at Fu Qinghai, knelt slightly and saluted, saying:

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

Huh?

Fu Qinghai and Gult looked at each other.

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

Fu Qinghai pointed at the curly-haired Papa who was sitting not far away.

Barbara Stephens said without even turning her head to look,

"Oh no, you misunderstood me. I came here specifically to interview you. The God of War of Loswell, the Piano Prince of Astarte... My God, how can one person possess both powerful military power and artistic melancholy? This is so romantic."

Fu Qinghai was speechless. Although the action on Planet Loswell 7 was brutal, it was ultimately just one of the thousands of military actions taken by the Astartes. This was the significance of the creation of the Astartes.

There was also the "Battle of Loswell"... It sounded like the twilight of the gods, and Fu Qinghai felt embarrassed as the person involved.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Besides, the awkward title of "Loswell God of War" is fine, but what the hell is "Piano Prince"? This title is not a good one, and Fu Qinghai doesn't want to be caught playing in the wild.

Gult, who was sitting opposite, laughed when he heard this, then asked curiously,

"Qingshan, what does Piano Prince mean?"

Fu Qinghai waved his hands and didn't bother to explain, and directly refused:

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

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

With a tone full of pride and meaning, he said:

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

"Puchi..." Fu Qinghai laughed in an instant, and Gulte, who was sitting opposite him, also looked like he couldn't help laughing.

Fu Qinghai pushed the broken diamonds on the bar back to the woman and said sternly,

"Ms. Stephens, I don't know how much power your family has on Terra, in the Ministry of the Interior or the Ministry of Military Affairs, but I am an Astartes Brother. I only accept the command of the Emperor and my Primarch, and I have no intention of entering politics in the future. Put away your token, it is useless to 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 thought so, but also extreme warriors such as Gurth thought so.

Big figures like Warmaster Horus, Robert Guilliman, or Chagatai Khan might need to consider the exchange of interests among the top imperial officials and the political balance.

I am just a Space Marine soldier. I don't need to give face to anyone except the Emperor himself and the Primarch!

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

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

Although Fu Qinghai didn't know what the grudge was between Barbara and Chen Xue, he couldn't bear to see a stranger insulting his compatriot like this.

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

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

Astarte's strong and tall upper body blocked the light, casting a shadow that enveloped Barbara. Barbara looked into Fu Qinghai's murderous eyes and trembled with fear.

The aura that suddenly erupted from Fu Qinghai, as if he had crawled out of a sea of ​​blood and corpses, left Barbara speechless. She turned around and ran out of the restaurant without looking back.

When Chen Xue passed by her, she curled her lips and whispered in Barbara's ear with disdain:

"Oh, bitch."

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(End of this chapter)