Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 505 The real enemy?
Ether Anwa's voice entered Taylor's mind directly through psychic energy. It was a special feeling, like consciousness flowing directly into his mind.

That feeling is unique and accurate, and can quickly translate the other person's thoughts, but as a psychic, you also need to control how much of your thoughts enter into it.

So Anwa would speak at the same time while using his psychic powers.

It was an old, powerful, yet reassuring voice, like an old grandfather who had suffered all his life, telling you everything about himself with his powerful life.

But Taylor is not someone who is easily instigated. To be precise, the brainwashing and pain he has experienced are enough to drive people crazy, and the war and hell he has seen are difficult to describe in words.

Now he always looked at this guy subconsciously. Of course, as an imperial soldier, this was almost instinctive for him.

Apparently, an old alien with a cane isn't much of a threat, at least not on the surface.

But as a psyker, an alien, and the supreme leader of a dangerous multi-species alliance, this guy has absolutely nothing to do with the word safe.

At this moment, Taylor could feel that under the old body of this Ether, those blue muscles still had a lot of activity. He had no doubt that this Ether had combat power comparable to that of a Space Marine.

The reason was very simple. He had witnessed more than once how the psychics, wizards and mages blasphemed age, something that mortals could not overcome.

He couldn't believe that the Ether that could guide an entire race could be so old.

Taylor asked without hesitation. "It seems you know a lot about the Warp, but even with that knowledge, you still believe in the so-called Greater Good?"

The Ether said with a smile. "Oh, then, hero of humanity, have you ever considered whether you truly believe in the Imperial Religion?"

Taylor gritted his teeth. "Sometimes it's bad to know too much."

"How dare you, a lowly alien like you, talk about those things?"

"Listen up, you greedy and ridiculous alien, stop talking about things related to the human empire."

"This isn't coercion, but advice. Your small empire shouldn't continue to explore those matters."

The Ether named Anwa smiled and said, "Of course, I'm well aware that even humans can't understand those ancient fragments."

"I gave up a long time ago, and I've also learned a lot."

"Come on, let's go to my restaurant first and let me give you something to eat."

"Do you like noodles, rice bowls, or something more elegant? I have the best chef in the entire Titanium Clan, and we have two hours to slowly savor the food."

"I don't want to mistreat my guests. I know we don't have much time, but please take the trouble. Of course, I will also prepare food for your soldiers."

He had no courage as a leader of a race, and the feeling was slightly similar to when he faced Guilliman.

To be precise, good leaders are all equally good at controlling their emotions. That is the courage and ability to become complete masters of oneself, something that most mortals can hardly achieve in their entire lives.

Taylor was obviously on guard, but the habit of freeloading was ingrained into him.

When he heard there was free food, he couldn't move his hands. It was obvious that this Ether had been keeping an eye on Taylor for a long time.

He smiled and said, "Come on."

At the same time, he took Taylor to the restaurant. Taylor was not worried that he would poison her, because the food of the Titanium Clan was mostly seafood soups, some of which were rich and some were bland.

Although it is not as good as the food in Taylor's previous hometown, it is obviously much more delicious than the rough and wild food in the empire.

Whether it is added to pasta or cooked into porridge, clear soup, or thick soup.

When it came to Taylor's hands, he cooked it with seaweed, shrimp and fish bones for a long time, then filtered it with minced meat to make a clear soup, and finally seasoned it with a small amount of salt and spices.

It's served with fried shrimp and chicken, fried vegetables, and a serving of white rice, all cleaned of grease with absorbent paper. The stew, a radish-like root vegetable, fermented seasonings, meat, and potatoes, looks like a reddish-brown stew.

The meat is very fresh and tastes a bit like cow ants. It is cooked quickly and is very soft and tender. It should be cooked raw. While it is well-seasoned, you can also taste a hint of milk under the background of soy sauce and seasonings.

The staple food is a serving of rice, which is quite surprising, but also normal considering that human footprints once spread all over the galaxy.

It is conceivable that the Tau culture may have come from humans, and they may have discovered traces left by former human colonists.

As for its concepts of the doctrine of the mean, the highest good, and harmony, they are obviously learned from an ancient civilization.

Now that history is in the past, Taylor has not forgotten it.

When the food filled the table, Taylor started eating without hesitation using his black, lacquered chopsticks.

It was as if there was no obstacle. After all, how to use chopsticks was his most basic memory.

How to say it, even if he forgot how to shoot, he would not forget this. Even when there was a lack of tableware on the battlefield, he would get two such iron or wooden sticks and continue to feast on his meal.

The Ether showed surprise for the first time. He originally thought that everything was under his control, and although it was still the case now, he was still surprised that Taylor could use tableware from another race.

He had to ask. "What is this?"

Taylor was holding a dish, and there was a piece of soft and rotten meat on the other end of his chopsticks. It would fall apart if he used more force. It was obvious that this was not the first time he used it.

The Ether asked, "My Lord, how are you so skilled in using my people's tools?"

Taylor frowned?
your?

You ancestor!
I……

He took a slightly deeper breath, trying not to make a diplomatic mistake, thinking that Guilliman might blame him for this.

He replied, "Humans have been using things like these for 40,000 years. We call them chopsticks."

"The pronunciation is almost the same as that of the Tau people. I don't think this is a so-called accident."

"As for Tao and kindness..."

Anwa smiled and said, "Then we are the inheritors."

Taylor replied. "Inheritors? You're not."

"That's enough. I'm not in the mood to eat anymore."

"Because we have new enemies to deal with."

Anwa was not too surprised. He actually knew about this a long time ago, so he did not stop Taylor.

He had long thought of cooperating with Taylor to fight against the endless swarm of insects.

Both the Empire and the Tau are well aware that the Behemoth Swarm and Leviathan Swarm are approaching.

Taylor must protect the main battle zone of the Ultramarine so that the Titanium will not be exterminated.

They now stand on a common front, which is a blessing in disguise for the Tau...

(End of this chapter)