40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 137. The Banquet of Silence
"What's that word for? Ancient Terra—ah, I remember."

Siani from the first company let out a snort from his throat: "Flourishing, that's what you said, Richter?"

"...you're embarrassing yourself, Ciani, by pretending to be illiterate in order to show off your Terran accent."

Richtner of the Eighth Company sighed deeply, and began to wonder why he was on duty with him tonight.

"Compared to you guys, I really don't know much about literature and the like." Siani grinned. "At least, I can't open my mouth and spit out a literary analysis of ancient Terran playwrights."

"Are you mocking my company commander?" Richter turned his head and frowned.

Ciani smiled clearly, but still shook his head: "It's just a little tribute to you. Last time, who said that our company commander always looks like a sculpture with a straight face?"

"It's not me anyway."

"Yeah, it wasn't you—your company commander said it!"

"Be quiet, Siani." Richter shook his head resignedly. "We're on guard."

What he said was true, they were standing guard outside the banquet hall.Usually, there is no need for anyone to guard the security, but today is a little different.

As Siani from Terra said, the Nightfall is indeed flourishing now.After all, right now there was a party involving three Primarchs taking place aboard the Nightfall.

However, this is just the thoughts of the Xianis, and of course the real situation will not be so normal.
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If possible, Robert Guilliman wished he could temporarily lose his sight now, so that he would no longer have to passively use his terrifying powers of observation to find out what his brothers were thinking.

The Lord of Macragge sullenly stretched out a fork that was the size of the original body, and picked up a large piece of tender and juicy meat steak.

Slowly and steadily, he put it on his plate and began to cut it with his knife.While doing this, he had been involuntarily watching Angron's expression out of the corner of his eye.

Then, he found that his brother's face was full of trance at the moment.Angron ate very slowly, chewing for dozens of times before swallowing the food.There is no doubt that he has no interest in food at present.

Guilliman lowered his head and put a steak into his mouth.This is Nostramo's sawtooth meat, which is tougher than Glocks' meat. Although the taste is indistinguishable, this toughness brings a kind of untamed wildness.

Honestly, it was delicious, but Robert Guilliman was completely unable to bring his attention to it.

He raised his head indistinctly while chewing, and glanced at Conrad Kotz out of the corner of his right eye.The Lord of the Eighth Legion calmly chewed the sawtooth steak, staring at the tablecloth, and seemed to have no intention of speaking.

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Robert Guilliman picked up his glass and drank the contents in one gulp.There was a familiar taste on the tip of his tongue. This was Macragge's wine, which was his favorite on weekdays.He put down the cup, rolled his throat a few times, and then opened his mouth with great courage.

"Won't Khalil come to this banquet?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Robert Guilliman began to regret—what am I talking about?
He lowered his head remorsefully, not understanding how he could suddenly change his smooth tongue into a stiff tongue, and when his lips and teeth collided, the words he said made him feel unbearable.

But Conrad Coates didn't embarrass him.

"He won't attend this banquet." Curz replied softly. "After all, this is a meeting of the Primarchs, and you know what kind of person he is, Robert?"

Guilliman breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, I understand." He replied hastily. "He will follow his principles in everything he does."

"Sometimes not." Conrad Koz smiled slightly. The previous short-term emotional outburst seemed to be completely non-existent. Now he is very calm, very decent, and very gentle.

It looked like someone else.

After a brief silence, Guilliman decided to follow his brother's lead: "Sometimes?"

"Yes." Conrad Koz nodded with a smile. "He loses his mind sometimes and so do I."

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Once again Guilliman made a decision, he decided to face directly the implication in his brother's words: "If you mean the misunderstanding on the tarmac, Conrad, I want to tell you that I did not Don't care."

"But I care."

At this moment, Conrad Coates said, the smile was gone from his face.

"I want to apologize to you. I'm sorry for my loss of control. I should control my emotions better. I will keep this incident firmly in mind. It will become a lesson for me, and I will put it in the depths of my mind. Motivate yourself to be a better person, to be someone like you."

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This time, Robert Guilliman was silent longer than anyone else.He found that he couldn't figure out what Conrad Curz meant. He didn't know whether Curz was telling the truth or mocking him, or both.

Immediately afterwards, he heard someone slowly put down the knife and fork on his left.

"I don't think you need to do this, Conrad." Angron said in a low voice, his battered voice was recognizable, echoing in the dim banquet hall of the Eighth Army at the moment.

Everywhere on Nightfall seemed so dark it would never really be bright, but the light never faded.Their faint existence faintly illuminates the darkness and the people in the darkness.

They're not real, bright lights, but they do the same thing as that light.

"What?" Konrad Coates asked back.

"At your age, you're taking on things you shouldn't be taking on," Angron said slowly, stretching his facial muscles to make sure his features weren't too tense.

He didn't want his expression to be an influence that might lead to misunderstanding. The Butcher's Nail gave him pain as always, but it didn't matter, he just needed to release his precious kindness now.

"So? What are you trying to say, brother?" Conrad Koz raised his eyebrows. "Do you want to say that at my age, my mistakes can be understood and forgiven?"

"No." Angron replied. "Anyone should be held accountable for their actions, let alone you as a Primarch. You should apologize or pay for what you did wrong. What I'm trying to say is that at your age, you've done good enough."

He lowered his head, and there was an emotion in his light blue eyes that neither Guilliman nor Conrad Curz knew how to deal with.

"So you don't have to force yourself to communicate with us with this attitude of taking responsibility." Angron looked at Guilliman, then at Konrad Curz, who was finally no longer calm, and nodded at them. "We're brothers, aren't we?"

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Conrad Koz leaned back in the chair silently, and sighed slowly.His expression didn't change, it just seemed a little relieved, and from the smallest details, Robert Guilliman could see a rare relaxation.

"Yes, we are indeed brothers."

After a short silence, he spoke like this.

"However, my age does not mean anything. I did not force myself to shoulder the responsibilities, and I should bear them. I am the Legion Master of the Eighth Legion and their Primarch. According to the law of the Empire, Nostra Mo will also become my home planet in the future. I need to be responsible to many people, so I cannot forgive myself for losing control."

He finally looked at Robert Guilliman—meeting his gaze, and this time, the Lord of Macragge did not flee.

"At that moment, I let go of the responsibility, because of some excitement that I can no longer bear, I don't really care whether you will actually attack Khalil, I just can't see this scene happening in front of my eyes. In my In my memory, he has been seriously injured and on the verge of death three times, and twice he actually lost his vital signs."

Conrad Koz lowered his head again in silence. His long black hair fell down on his forehead, covering his eyes and half of his face. His pale skin was hidden under the dim light, looming like a ghost.

"I don't think I can take another one," he said in a low voice.
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+ When will you arrive? +
+ three days, if you need a more precise description, well, 59 hours. +
Khalil shook his head.

+ Three different military forces now rest on Nostramo's orbit, the Ultramarines, the Warhounds, and the Eighth Legion.If the Emperor Phantasm berths too. Are you sure this will not be given greater political significance? +
+Politics itself is just a kind of vain and meaningless thing. It has only one meaning, and this meaning is given by me. +
The Emperor of Men speaks coldly from his psychic powers, + so you need not worry about possible gossip. +
+ You really are a cold emperor. Hearing your tone really makes me a little uncomfortable. +
+ You should get used to it, Neos is a minority, and most of the time, I am a tyrant with terrible ambitions.I have been cursed by many people, they said that because of my ambition, I will destroy all human beings. +
Khalil smiled.

ambition?He would not use the word to refer to the Emperor's vision of the future of humanity, the word was too small in comparison, too small to even compare.

+But+, the Emperor of Men spoke again,+ I am indeed worried about this, and the Great Crusade must end as soon as possible. +
+ You should arrive here first to talk about this, we will have an interview. +
+ I'll be there as soon as possible. +
Khalil hung up the call and began to wait in the office of the Lord of the Eighth Legion.Sooner or later the party was over, and he still had a conversation that required the Midnight Ghost.

The pale giant tapped the table with his fingers, his expression was very calm, but there was hidden bitterness boiling in his dark eyes.

　Ok, this month's update is over, see you next month for an update with more than 27 words.

　　By the way, tomorrow I will only update the 4k words to keep full attendance, because I have to go to the dentist tomorrow ()
　　
　
(End of this chapter)