Angerong, using a small knife to eat the roast lamb chops, glanced at Clarkson with some displeasure, hinting that he shouldn't have brought it up. Meanwhile, Lorgar's eyes lit up. From Angerong's understanding, the Primarch of the Word Bearers was undoubtedly eager to learn about what the so-called "Alien Deities" were, what they believed in, their doctrines, and the organization of their Church.
"I know." The Emperor said lightly, tearing off a piece of succulent roast lamb with his teeth: "I observe everything about him, including the aliens around him."
"Father, then why do you do this?" Lorgar was very excited: "Didn't you emphasize that we must..."
"That's Laine, the culmination of my and Macado's power and wisdom; he is different from you." The Emperor continued: "He is not subject to corruption."
"..." Hearing this, Lorgar almost wanted to stab the Emperor's face with the fork in his hand.
Turns out he's the real son, right?
