Warhammer Inquisitor

Petronilla looked at the people on the throne, he was sitting there bored listening to the praises of old Olga in front of him, the old missionary enthusiastically praised the greatness of him and the emperor, sang legends and myths Stories to flatter him.

Moreover, old Olga seemed to feel that he had succeeded, and was delighted by the faint smile on Vito's face. He dragged his old body, praised him with the loudest voice, and recited the words about him in the Holy Word. recorded.

For an old man, he had worked very hard, so Petronilla didn't want to hit him, telling him that he didn't see any joy, or even the slightest curiosity, in Vito's smiling eyes.

It was just a classic polite smile, dragging his chin, although looking at old Olga, his thoughts were not here at all.

He didn't seem to be interested in everyone here. Vito swept across the reverent and trembling preachers in front of the throne, and no one let him stay on them for more than a second.

Petronilla may be an exception, Vito looked at her twice more, but only for less than a second, and then he sat there with that polite smile, Bell's eyes behind him. Surrounded there, thinking about other issues.

This gave Petronilla enough time to observe him, to take a good look at Vito, and it also let her know that the last bit of interest in Vito had disappeared and he was about to leave.

Vito got up from the throne, and the voice of the old missionary also stopped. Vito nodded to him politely, with a faint smile on his face, "It's a pleasure to meet you here, I will Remember, but now, please allow me to leave first."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave. The old Olga hurried forward, intending to walk up the steps to let him stop, but he was always good at speaking to preachers and believers, and could convince anyone. The weird old missionary , but now facing the God in his mind, he can't say anything, he can only stammer.

"Master Marshal, we ask you to review the requests of the preachers and approve our actions with the army. This is also the task that Guilliman entrusted to the preachers. I hope you will"

"I'll think about it."

Petronilla cursed in a low voice, this brief meeting was about to end so hastily, and relying on this old guy did not make the Marshal any interest at all, so that he had the opportunity to have anything with him other than looking at himself for two seconds any opportunity for contact.

Petronila took the initiative to attack. She pulled down old Olga and turned towards Vito who was about to leave, followed by Bell. "You didn't intend to accept us at all, did you? You are afraid."

After hearing what Petronilla said, old Olga became pale with fright. He looked at Petronilla in horror, and then Vito also stopped. Petronella looks.

He finally looked at himself, and there was finally a trace of interest in his eyes. It was dangerous, but it also made him more interested in staying here.

The reason why it is said to be dangerous is that Petronila’s speech just now was not approved first, and it is a crime in itself to directly talk to Vito in her capacity, and what she just said violated at least dozens of etiquette regulations, and it is still a crime. There are several military rules.

Vito stared at her, and looked at her seriously, "What did you just say?" "You're afraid." "Interesting, tell me, what am I afraid of?"

Well, he turned around further, Petronilla looked at the golden-armored giant and raised his head unashamedly, "Are you afraid that I will share your glory, or should I say, do you really have glory? ?”

The faces of Olga and the others were pale. They looked at Petronilla with extremely surprised and shocked expressions. Many people's jaws were about to drop. What she said just now was more than just arrogance.

"I have no honor?" Vito said calmly, while Petronilla looked straight into his eyes without any intention of moving his eyes away, "Of course, it has been more than a month since I came to the fleet, so far , I didn't see a single battle, anything worthy of glory."

"So yes, you have no honor."

Bell frowned. He held his helmet and looked towards Vito in front. He stared at this little woman expressionlessly. She seemed so insignificant in front of the two giants in front of the throne.

But she said such disrespectful words, Petronilla stood there, unwavering, "I even suspect that you are afraid of fighting. Although you are a marshal, you have been staying away from the battlefield. You may not be as rumored. Powerful, what a disappointment."

"My lord!" Old Olga's legs were weak from fright, and he spoke quickly, but was stopped by Vito's cold eyes, and he stared at her coldly, "I let you down? . "

Petronilla snorted softly and straightened up, "Yes, I am very disappointed. I came to the Expeditionary Army with great expectations, but what I saw was a cowardly, timid man who would only sit on the throne and pretend to be a model." Show guy."

"Pay attention to your words! Preacher!" Bell, who was silent and kind as always, stepped forward and shouted sharply. If Ragnar or Lancelot were here, Petronilla would be dead by now.

In fact, she would have died here. If Lancelot hadn't left to contact Loken, her head would have fallen to the ground when she uttered the first word, and everyone present would have died because of her. to pay for the offense.

But Petronilla seemed unafraid to face an Astartes reprimand, she still stood there, calm and composed while the legs of her colleagues behind her went weak.

"Am I wrong? Sir." "What do you say?" "Then please allow me to step into the battlefield with you, let me see how you fight, and then I will take back my words."

"Do you think I care what an ordinary person thinks of me?" "You do." "Why?" "Because if you're a man of honor, you do, unless it's the other way around."

Vito looked at her expressionlessly, his eyes were extremely cold, "What honor is there to let a woman who has no strength and no understanding of fighting enter the battlefield to die?" "Yes, unless this woman knows how to fight." How to fight."

He stared at her, and the whole environment fell silent instantly, and an embarrassing atmosphere began to pervade the entire hall, but it was more tense, to the other speakers.

The surrounding guards held down their weapons, and the dead silence quickly turned into chilling. The retinues who served as the marshal's personal guard approached from all around. Those giants walked slowly, making the legs of ordinary people weak, and several of them Immediately I couldn't stand up.

Another female preacher looked at the approaching chill guards and immediately screamed in fright, but it was completely different for the other woman. She still looked up at the golden giant and met his eyes.

He also looked at her, and then suddenly raised his hand to stop the surrounding followers, they all stopped, and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Vito looked at the woman in front of him, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, which was not fake.

"You wanted to attract my attention, and you succeeded." "You said you knew how to fight, let us test it, what do you say? Proud lady."

"At any time, my lord."

The two looked into each other's eyes without showing any weakness, but Bell saw a smile on the corner of Vito's mouth.

The bold woman in front of him aroused his interest.