Laine rode away, the Emperor and four others sat in the open courtyard of the Forest Cottage, Angerong staring at Laine's departing figure, shook his head, he wanted to say something but decided to conceal: "Father, try the Dwarf's Bagman Beer, it's delicious."
The Emperor and the Genetic Primarchs sat down, the Imperial Guard carried in a whole roast lamb, freshly cooked, flames burned amidst the icy weather, succulent fats dripped into the fire pit and scattered, under the winter's clear sky, they chatted idly, Lorgar gradually learned many things from Angerong and the Emperor.
"It seems like you're having a good life, Angerong, I'm sincerely happy for you, Khorne has delivered a message..." Lorgar wore a sour expression.
"Whoever can kill me can ascend to a demon, right?! This is the third time I've heard this news!" Angerong replied impatiently: "No need to say more!"
