Chapter 27 Transformation and Small Misunderstandings
The voice of the Forbidden Army caused everyone who had started to finish the work to stop what they were doing, and the chief pharmacist who was about to leave turned around.
Every step in the previous transformation process, even the position deliberately reserved for the Imperial Army envoys to perform supervisory functions on the operating table, has been continuously optimized after thousands of years of actual operation, and finally became a fixed format.
Since the envoy of the Forbidden Army in front of him interrupted this established process, there must be a reason for him.
But no matter what, when the unexpected happens, the probability of misfortune is usually much greater than luck.
After carefully looking at the envoy representing the Royal Court of Terra in front of him, he turned his head and said to the pharmacist next to him: "Open the temporary stasis field."
Then he turned to the envoy of the Forbidden Army and said:
"We are at your beck and call, but please do it quickly."
The imperial envoy reached into his arms again, and then took out a smaller box than before. He said to the chief pharmacist:
"This is an original sample from Mars of a top-secret technological project on the transformation of the Astartes. We only have this one in our hands. Lord Trajan ordered me to bring it here. He said that this child may need it. "
"Sample? About Astartes? Transformation?" When the chief pharmacist fully confirmed and understood the meaning of these words, he angrily confirmed to the envoy of the Imperial Army:
"Whose authorization is this project based on? Why don't we know? Is this technology mature now? Or do you want to test the effects of your so-called samples on our brothers?"
As he spoke, he ignored the Imperial Guard's body that was obviously taller than him in his anger.
He stared closely at the face of the imperial envoy, walked towards him step by step, and questioned him word for word, almost roaring:
"Who gave you the courage to let us, these children of the emperor, serve as users of the samples in your mouth? Are we your test subjects?"
He finally walked half a step in front of the envoy of the Forbidden Army, almost face to face, staring into the eyes, and then lowered his voice and said in a low voice: "You'd better explain to us, otherwise..."
After the pharmacist uttered the last words in his mouth, the entire medical room became so quiet that even his breathing seemed to be frozen.
The Imperial Envoy looked at the veteran in front of him. He knew the reason for his anger and his mission.
He doesn't care about the former. No one in this world can make the Imperial Guard care about him except the Emperor himself; but for the latter, the Imperial Guard who cannot complete their mission will take off his armor and put on the armor that represents retirement without any instructions from others. Black robe.
And he has no similar intention for the time being.
Each Custodian is a pragmatist who will destroy any enemy who attempts to offend their majesty.
But if the price for completing the mission is dignity, then they would never mind throwing their dignity into the mud as a stepping stone to complete the mission.
He took a step back and spread his hands to signal to the Chief Apothecary and all the Gray Knights present that he meant no harm. He opened his mouth and said:
"This project was authorized by the Imperial Regent, Lord Robert Guilliman, the Primarch. It was started after the end of the Great Rebellion, just a little later than the establishment of your army. You do not need to question whether its legal rationality is legitimate."
He paused, giving the Gray Knights present some time to digest the information, and then said: "As for why it is a sample, because the cultivation process of this new organ has not been fixed yet, the yield is extremely low, and you..."
He glanced at the Gray Knights present, then raised his hand and pointed at Calvin on the bed and said: "Under normal circumstances, this organ is not used, except for him..."
The attitude of the Custodes envoy calmed down the chief apothecary's anger.
He knew how proud the group represented by the Imperial Guard in front of him was. To allow the other party to put down their dignity and deliberately explain his purpose could only mean that the other party valued the completion of their own mission more than the Gray Knight's face.
He already felt enough sincerity, but when he heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but ask: "Him? Why?"
Following the words of the chief pharmacist, the eyes of everyone present once again focused on Calvin.
The envoy of the Forbidden Army coughed lightly, drew everyone's attention back, and then said: "Before he came here, he caused a little trouble on a certain device in the palace emmm... so we once carried out an investigation on him. An inspection.”
He looked at everyone present, took out a scan of the resonance fluoroscopy device from his arms, and pointed at a certain place on Calvin's head. continued:
"We found this in his brain." Following his fingers, everyone saw the strange, abnormal tissue that should not exist at the core of Calvin's brain:
A leaf-shaped gland the size of a thumb grows quietly on the left side of the core of the brainstem, with the leaf tip upward and the petiole downward.
"So?" one of the pharmacists couldn't help asking.
"So? No, not because of that, but because." The envoy of the Forbidden Army looked at the people full of questions and said in a strange tone:
"Didn't you notice its asymmetry? It's like waiting for its other half? Coincidentally, in the Mars research and development project, based on the archeology of some original data, we happened to get its other half. And this The only finished product of the other half is right here with me.”
As the imperial envoy's words fell, the entire audience fell into an awkward silence.
The pharmacists looked at each other, as if they were trying to decide who would pick up the offended dignity of the Imperial Guards envoy from the ground and send it back. Well, it would be even better if it could be wiped again.
In the environment where the entire medical room was filled with a high concentration of "embarrassment" gas, the chief pharmacist demonstrated his superiority as a veteran, in all senses (if face counts).
He was the first to recover from his entanglement, winked at everyone vigorously, and then cleared his throat:
"Ah, honorable, I mean, from Holy Terra, representing the will of the great emperor, the noble throne court's outstanding warrior..."
At this point, the veteran pharmacist could no longer continue. He had squandered all his "vocabulary quota" about flattery in his hundreds of years of service in a short period of time. There was really not a drop left.
Fortunately, the imperial guardsman did not want to embarrass the old soldier. He interrupted the long and difficult chanting and said to the chief pharmacist:
"In view of the above situation, Marshal Trajan ordered me to send this precious gland to Titan 6, which is the mission of my trip this time."
After that, he pointed to Calvin lying in the stasis field and said:
"So, you'd better start implanting as soon as possible. The blood has begun to activate, and he can't wait too long."
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