Chapter 330

The Grandfather had never felt so ashamed.

In the long years of the Warp that lost their meaning, the Grandfather had tried countless times to invite existences outside his domain to taste the thick soup.

But whether it was Tzeentch, Khorne, Slaanesh, the Emperor of Mankind, Asuryan, Khaine, Vashtorr, the Great Devourer... they all refused Nurgle rudely, and every time they refused Nurgle.

Only Gork and Mork had tried to drink a bowl, and only Isha drank a bowl of every pot.

And drinking an entire pot at once, even in Nurgle's Garden, only Ku'gath had done so.

When Zhou Yun drank to the seventh bowl, Nurgle couldn't help but sob.

A soulmate! A brother! A close friend!

An existence who likes to drink his thick soup, has a close status, and is good at making bacteria is simply a dream-like close friend for Nurgle.

But, but it was such a soulmate that the Grandfather did not entertain well.

He prepared the thick soup too hastily; Zhou Yun obviously didn't drink to his heart's content.

Nurgle felt he was too failed, too rude.

Especially seeing the gaze with a little regret when Zhou Yun heard that the soup was finished.

The Grandfather felt his soul was heavily wounded, and uncontrollable pain surged within Him.

The entire Nurgle's Garden seemed to feel the Grandfather's mood.

From the Maw Trees to the Nurglings, from the Great Unclean Ones to the Plaguebearers, every thing in Nurgle's Garden couldn't help but lower their heads, and sadness and guilt surged from the bottom of their hearts, sobbing softly.

The regret in Zhou Yun's eyes was not fake either.

Before coming to Nurgle's Garden, Zhou Yun had tried the prop "Source of Umami."

This is a very magical prop; theoretically, after sprinkling it, anything can become delicious food.

Things stained with the Source of Umami have no changes in their physical, chemical, and Warp properties; metal is still hard, psychic power is still scorching, but they just become delicious, completely meeting the definition of gourmet food.

And Zhou Yun discovered that the more unpalatable things are, the more delicious they will become after being sprinkled with the Source of Umami.

And the Grandfather's thick soup just happened to be the most unpalatable thing in the entire real universe and the Warp.

In other words, I'm afraid there is no food more delicious than Nurgle's thick soup sprinkled with the Source of Umami in this world.

Zhou Yun didn't even know how to describe the taste when Nurgle's thick soup entered his mouth.

The oil flowers are mellow, the abscesses are soft and rotten, the mushrooms are crisp and soft, the soup body is thick like maltose; just smelling it makes people feel that their soul has been sublimated.

After entering the mouth, it is even more full of surprises.

That kind of novel taste, smooth with just the right stimulation, every taste bud seems to be stimulated, tasting every kind of gourmet food in this galaxy.

Zhou Yun was full of regret; he only ate five-tenths full in this round, far from satisfied.

"Sigh," Zhou Yun let out a deep sigh.

Nurgle was in tears, looking at Zhou Yun with many words he wanted to say, but he couldn't spit out a single word.

Finally, thousands of words turned into one sentence: "Sorry, I didn't entertain you well..."

Zhou Yun raised his head upon hearing this, looking at this green fat man who was a bit cramped and honest, and couldn't help but open his mouth to comfort:

"It's my appetite that is too strong; your soup is really delicious."

Upon hearing this, the joyful light suddenly appeared in the small eyes covered by tears of the Grandfather.

Zhou Yun organized his language and said to the Grandfather from the bottom of his heart:

"It's like having a union full of pleasure with the Lord of Excess."

With Zhou Yun's opening, a wave surged in the Warp.

"Ah???" Slaanesh got up from the bed, eyes widened.

"It's like the sense of honor when being loyal to the Emperor of Mankind."

On the Golden Throne, the Emperor's withered palm clenched hard.

"It's like the satisfaction of being filled with knowledge by the Lord of Change."

A confused cackling sound rang out in Tzeentch's Crystal Labyrinth.

"It's like having a duel full of honor with the Blood God."

Khorne didn't react; he was trying to cultivate a new chief Great Unclean One.

The Grandfather couldn't help but wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes in emotion.

"Next time, next time I will definitely let you drink to your heart's content," Nurgle's voice was so sincere that it was a bit moving, like an old friend inviting an old friend to drink together late at night.

Zhou Yun nodded, remembering the soup-cooking method he had realized when tasting Nurgle's thick soup.

"Next time I will cook soup for you to taste, try my craft," Zhou Yun said with a serious face: "Let's stop here for this time, let's talk about some business first."

"Good, good, good."

Nurgle nodded repeatedly, with an expression of whatever Zhou Yun said was right.

He waved his hand, and hornbeam branches grew on the ground, forming a chair under Zhou Yun's butt.

The same chair also appeared under Nurgle's butt, and the two sat in front of the Black Magic Mansion and talked face to face.

"Let's talk about business," the Grandfather nodded to Zhou Yun and said.

"Do you have any special insights on bacterial cultivation—"

"Can the plague raging on Ultramar—"

Two people spoke at the same time, but the content of the conversation was like a donkey's lips not matching a horse's mouth.

Both were stunned for a moment, but the Grandfather's reaction was faster.

He hurriedly changed his words: "Also, also, let's talk about the children's affairs first."

"I don't want to stop Guilliman from seeing His father, even though my relationship with His father is not good."

Nurgle said with some annoyance and irritability: "But how can I stop a child from seeing his seriously injured father? How can I do this?"

"But little Mortarion always begs me, begs me to hold back little Guilliman, let him wander in Ultramar."

Saying this, Nurgle sighed and shook his huge head.

Zhou Yun looked at Nurgle, pinching his chin and weighing his tone.

Through the Tracking Image Mirror, he already knew that it was Mortarion who wanted Guilliman to wander in Ultramar.

The Grandfather himself didn't actually intend to trap Guilliman; the Grandfather didn't care about these things.

"Guilliman will eventually leave Ultramar; you trying to trap him like this will only make everyone dissatisfied."

Zhou Yun said, weighing his tone:

"If you are willing to withdraw the obstruction, I can—"

"My friend!"

Nurgle interrupted Zhou Yun's words and shook his head violently:

!

"Do you think I am unwilling to listen to your plea? Do you think I am so stingy that I am unwilling to help my soulmate?"

"This is not a question of interest; it is little Mortarion, that child, he is always depressed and unhappy."

"If I don't care about his request, I don't know what kind of temper he will throw, and he will keep this temper in his heart."

Listening to Nurgle's words, Zhou Yun pressed the detective hat on his head slightly.

The thoughts in his brain became clear instantly.

Careless; for Nurgle, interest is not the key to driving his actions, emotion is.

His feelings for Mortarion are real; he really hopes that this child of his can be a little happier, even at the cost of going against his own heart to stop Guilliman.

Zhou Yun wants to persuade Him, and he cannot start from the perspective of interest.

After all, the Grandfather does indeed treat everything in his domain as family, not like some blue coo who treats everything as a chess piece.

"Then let's not talk about this."

Zhou Yun said with a smile:

"I think we can talk about the experience of bacterial cultivation."

Upon hearing this, Nurgle's eyes lit up, and he cast a joyful gaze at Zhou Yun.

"You may already know that I have cultivated many interesting bacteria."

Saying this, Zhou Yun took out several petri dishes from his arms and handed one to Nurgle's side.

Nurgle couldn't help but stretch out his hand and touch the bacteria that were squirming gently in one of the petri dishes.

This kind of bacteria instantly played a role, and a layer of black hair grew on the Grandfather's head.

This hair was only two centimeters, not a bit more, not a bit less, absolutely precise, and it was inconspicuous on the Grandfather's huge head.

But this was enough to surprise the Grandfather; he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Look! I grew hair! I grew hair!"

The Grandfather stretched out his hand and rubbed the hair on his head, laughing incomparably happily.

He was not happy because he grew hair,

but happy because this kind of bacteria could actually cause changes to himself, a Warp god.

The bacteria cultivated by Zhou Yun could actually have an effect on himself,

Wouldn't that mean that even his few colleagues couldn't resist?

The Grandfather had always been sad because they refused his gifts!

"Aren't you curious how I cultivated these bacteria?" Zhou Yun said with a smile on his mouth.

His fingers swept across the Hot Performance Clapperboard & Robot Director without leaving a trace, instantly becoming the most excellent performer.

Nurgle's body leaned forward, his head close to Zhou Yun's face, his eyes full of curiosity.

Zhou Yun lowered his voice slightly, saying mysteriously:

"Nurgle, have you heard of numerology?"

(End of chapter)