NOVEL NEXT Chapter 6.2: Increase His Affection!
Better to end the conversation. It seemed Mortarion would likely stand here for days, and Hades wasn’t about to try persuading him otherwise.
“Um… the bandage on my left arm, did you redo it or Typhon?”
“I did. Your left arm was festering; without the bandage, it might have needed amputation.”
“Ah, thanks, haha.”
“Big guy, don’t be so serious. Since we escaped, let’s celebrate with a good meal tonight!”
Hades wanted to pat Mortarion’s back, like good buddies, to increase his favorability. Then he sadly realized he only reached Mortarion’s waist.
I want to grow taller!
Hades secretly vowed to grow to 2.1 meters and then get the Astartes surgery to reach 3 meters.
But honestly, Mortarion was one of the tallest Primarchs. Even if Hades reached 3 meters, he would still seem short to Mortarion.
Is this the brutal reality of Warhammer?
Hades awkwardly controlled his subconscious urge to pat Mortarion’s back and instead awkwardly rubbed his hands.
“Well, I’ll go get some food. You keep watch.”
On his way back, he saw a fresh horse corpse lying in the field, likely attacked by the Pale Laughers and ran out.
It seemed newly dead, left overnight. It just needs to be given a quick cut, and it would still be edible!
Activate farming and cooking skills!
Hades thought he should hurry before it was gone. He bid a quick farewell to Mortarion and dashed off with a knife.
Mortarion stood there, staring at Hades’ back, puzzled.
What does “thanks” mean? And why are you so concerned about food?
That night, he found out.
Hades watched the two devouring horse meat skewers by the fire and thought this was just the beginning. If he had more seasonings, he could showcase his ultimate culinary skills!
From the moment he started skewering and lighting the fire, Typhon circled around him. After answering “Are you really going to share?” at least a dozen times, Typhon finally stopped, sitting beside Hades, staring at the grilling meat.
It reminded Hades of his old golden retriever, wagging its tail like crazy whenever he cooked.
Mortarion, standing by the door, couldn’t stay calm after smelling the roast meat, but he held his ground, being a warrior, a weapon always ready.
Then Hades said,
“It’s just evening now. If the Overlords attack, it will be around dawn. Better eat something to conserve energy.”
Mortarion took another skewer, thinking silently.
He never knew eating could be so enjoyable. In the past, most of his food was the corpses of his slain enemies.
Sometimes his foster father would throw him some hard, moldy bread.
But after tasting these juicy, aromatic skewers, Mortarion finally understood why Hades cared so much about “eating.”
He must find a way to get Hades to cook more often.
After the fifty-second delicious skewer, Mortarion firmed up this plan.
As for Hades?
He looked at Mortarion, who was eating silently but with shining eyes, and couldn’t help but think,
Dude, eat less, you’ve already eaten half a horse.
Can primarchs even get full? For a long time, Hades remained curious about this question.
But for now…
He needs to grab some of them! If he doesn’t, all the skewers will be gone!
In the end, Hades looked at Mortarion with bright eyes,
“Mortarion, how about you lead us in the uprising? I think you can do it.”