40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 138 41. Day Star
In the middle of the night, the Lord of the Eighth Legion returned to the door of his office, keeping a careful distance so as not to allow the automatic door to slide open.

The corridor of the Nightfall was dim, the heat interacting with the pipes in the walls, and the overflowing light mist gathered under his feet.With no one standing guard, Konrad Curze need not be protected by his heirs.

He stood there silently across the wall.The clothes woven by his brother Fulgrim himself were still in order on him, and the black dress with many exquisite details shone in the faint darkness.

Conrad Coates didn't come into his office, he just stood outside the door, that's all.

The banquet was good, and none of them harbored any ill-will anymore.Robert Guilliman and Angron were people he had never seen or imagined before.

Guilliman was sane and gentle, yet determined and obstinate in the hope that Konrad Curze would forgive him for putting Khalil in such danger.The original unilateral apology turned into a funny scene where the two parties felt sorry for each other, which also made the last bit of resentment in Coz's heart disappear.

Angron was different, he didn't speak in most cases, his silence was like a reassuring mountain.

The thing on his forehead was torturing him, and Curze could see it—he could see it in Angron's occasional twitches of facial muscles and frowning, and whenever those two things happened, the nails snapped. There will be a tight friction sound, which is creepy.

He was tortured, suffered, tortured, and he had no complaints.Admittedly, he doesn't talk much, but every time he does, it makes the atmosphere better.That's why the banquet lasted until late at night.

This was also the first time that Conrad Koz had quickly become acquainted with two strangers - he had been speculating on the way back whether there was a blood influence, but he could not come up with an answer, he only felt that they were both Nice guy.

They were good men like Fulgrim, Ferrus Manus, and Rogal Dorn.And there was a passion about them too, a Lorgar Aurelion-like passion for brothers.

Conrad Koz pursed his lips, and a golden face covered by scriptures flashed in front of his eyes.If asked, he would confess that he didn't like Lorgar Aurelion, but that didn't mean he hated him either.

Hate was a strong emotion, and he didn't feel that way about Lorgar Aurelion.

Sighing, the Lord of the Eighth Legion closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had already turned into a midnight ghost.

His shoulders relaxed naturally, his back was bent, not bent, but not straight anymore.Lifting his legs, he stepped into his office, and saw another pale giant here without any surprise.

He is revising a document.

"That's my job," the Night Ghost hissed.

"Do you want me to apologize for that?" the pale giant replied without looking up.

"I don't want you to apologize for that."

Khalil raised his head, looked at Midnight Ghost, and smiled abruptly: "So, do you want me to apologize for another matter?"

"I don't dare." Ghost replied hissingly, crossing his hands, showing obvious resistance. "After all, you saved so many people. How dare I ask a hero to apologize to me?"

Khalil did not answer this sentence, he lowered his head and finished marking the last official document.In this way, the No.12 public school founded by the Ultramarines will start construction tomorrow morning.

After finishing this, he put down the pen in his hand, raised his head, and stared at the Midnight Ghost without saying a word.

He carefully observed the child he brought out from the underground mine, feeling a kind of ridiculous absurdity.

The Midnight Haunt was very different from what he had once been, the child in the foul night wind of Nostramo had disappeared, replaced by a young man who was not very familiar with him, growing up.

The childhood of the Primarchs was so short, a few months was enough for Midnight Ghost to thoroughly familiarize himself with the identity of Konrad Koze.

But
"I'm not a hero, Ghost." Khalil said calmly, almost gently. "It wasn't before, it's not now, and it won't be in the future."

"You say that only because of your paranoid moral sense. You don't allow yourself to be called a hero because you don't think you deserve it, because you don't think you can save more people."

Khalil was silent, and after a short thought, he asked with a chuckle, "Did you learn this knowledge from books?"

"Yes." said the ghost. "There are plenty of books on the Nightfall for me to read."

"Have you finished reading it all?"

"I've read them all, a total of 230 volumes."

"Then—" Khalil spread his hands. "—Come talk, Ghost, now that you are no longer a child, let us talk to each other in a more rational way."

"Okay." You Hun pursed his lips and nodded.

With a lot of movement, he pulled an oversized chair and sat across from Khalil.

"You have a grudge against me." Khalil spoke first. "Don't deny it."

"I won't deny it." Ghost replied calmly with folded hands.

"So, will you admit it?"

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"Would you, ghost?"

"I will admit it."

"No, you won't admit it." Khalil stared at the ghost and shook his head slowly.

He didn't find what he wanted from the ghost, and the ghost never looked at him.

"You're just talking, ghost, you're running away. You're afraid to admit it, why? You're afraid to admit you're angry with me? You're afraid to even meet my eyes."

"Why wouldn't I dare?" Midnight Ghost turned his head provocatively. "Why can't I look at you?"

Khalil looked at him calmly, eyes interlaced for five seconds, and Ghost turned his head again.

"You can say whatever you want." Ghost stared at the wall and replied. "Looking at each other doesn't prove anything."

Khalil sighed.

"Yes, looking at each other can't prove anything, but daring to look at each other can prove my guess. For example, what you are afraid to admit. You are afraid to admit that you have resentment against me, so that I will be disappointed. What are you thinking? ,ghost?"

"I do not know."

"I hope you can answer me seriously."

"I do not know."

"really?"

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"Is Khalil Rohars really that special to you, Night Haunter?" Khalil asked.

His thoughts are gradually calming down, and the bitter truth and reality are intertwined, turning into a subtle emotion that even he is a little at a loss for.

"Are you even too special to blame this person?"

He couldn't help but chuckled again.

"If you have a grudge against me, you should say it outright, ghost, instead of keeping it to yourself and stifling normal emotional development with bad habits you've learned from me. I'm not such a good person." role model."

Midnight Ghost was silent, as quiet as a statue.His lips were trembling and his masseter muscles were in constant motion.Tension and relaxation, twitching nervously.

"On the one hand, you want to be angry with me and want to release your emotions, but on the other hand, you are afraid that releasing this emotion will make me think that you are not mature enough and will make me feel disappointed in you."

"But the question is, why should I be disappointed in you? You have done enough. Besides, if you are really mature, you should get rid of this emotion."

Caryl Rohars rose slowly.

"In a way, Conrad Coates," he said deadpan in High Gothic. "You are still staying in that mine back then, when will you be able to come out?"

"Then when will you be able to face me squarely?"

Conrad Koz stood up abruptly, and replied fiercely: "You never told me about your plan, never told me what to do next, you just explained part of it, and then hid the more important parts."

"You don't tell me why you died and came back to life, you don't tell me why you were impaled by the Custodians, you don't even tell me why you came back as a skeleton, you just lightly turned them into a Offhand joke. You accuse me of being immature, but have you ever wondered what you're doing?!"

Yes, that's it, Conrad Coates.

Khalil smiled.

"I'm doing something... only I can do." He looked at the child who was looking at him stubbornly with a little regret.

"You're just sacrificing like a stupid idiot!" Conrad Koz snarled.

"You're just trying to put everything on your shoulders over and over again! Why are you so arrogant, Khalil? Can't I share enough of this for you?!"

"I don't need anyone to share this with me." Khalil shook his head. "Because these things are not 'responsibility', they are my own choice. And, why should you share for me? 'Share for me'. Conrad, has everything you have done so far Is it to help me?"

"I just want to make you proud," Conrad Coates replied tremblingly. "I just don't want to see you dripping with blood again."

Staring at this child who has not really grown up, many images flashed before Khalil's eyes.

He remembered the first time he taught the ghost how to kill, and how the ghost asked him with innocence and enthusiasm if there was a way to save Nostramo.

Involuntarily, he smiled.The smile was natural and wide, not at all like a Khalil Rohars expression, but it just happened, and it was so smooth.

"I've always been proud of you," he said softly. "But I want you to see every corner of the world with your own eyes, as if you decided to join the Empire. So, stop trying to ask me for help in everything, Conrad."

He walked out of the desk with a chuckle, patted Conrad Koz on the shoulder, and left the office.
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+ I'm curious, have you ever had children in the past? +
+ There was a long time ago. +
Neos didn't evade this topic. He sent some pictures through psychic communication. They were a few residual pictures, one or two children playing in the wheat field, their faces were blurred.

+ And I can't remember their faces and names. +
+ Regret it? +
+Of course it will. +
+ And they actually say you are a ruthless madman, an arrogant careerist. +
+I really am, it's impossible for someone who isn't crazy to make such a plan.All the rulers in the past and present are only active on the earth. They may be wise or stupid, but their purpose is so insignificant and terrifying compared to mine. +
+You sound arrogant. +
+I'm arrogant, aren't you? +
Khalil couldn't help but laugh, he raised his head, and fiddled with the preserved documents pasted in front of his desk with his fingers.This action has no meaning, just like this dialogue, it is just to express some emotions.

+Arrogant, brutal, greedy monster, deceitful liar, tyrant who will destroy the world sooner or later. They call me by these words, some are strangers, some are soldiers who feel spurned by me because the land is encroached on, and some are my friend. +
+ They don't understand me, but I understand them.I have lived with the mentality of an ordinary person for a long time, and I understand how at a loss a person is in the face of a drastic change in the world.Just like you, Khalil, I once lit a fire on Terra. +
+ The flame dazzled all who saw it, some were drawn to join me by it, and some were awed by it and terrified.They can briefly see the future that I paint, so they know what to expect if I fail.Humans cannot afford to fail, so they do not accept me and my flame. +
+ feeling sad? +
+ no. +
The Emperor laughed, the first time he had laughed as the Emperor.

+ I'm just so proud of them.They have seen clearly the ambition of this mask and the possible consequences of this dream. Isn't this enough to prove their excellence? +
+ Human beings have been contradictory like this since ancient times. There are heroes, villains, greedy people, and cruel people among us, but there are still many stars among us.I've seen the stars with my own eyes, Khalil.So I will never allow the future of mankind to be bleak like this+
+Darkness is coming, and if new stars don't appear, let me. +
+ If you intend to illuminate all mankind, you will burn yourself. +
+ And you know, I don't care. +
Yeah, you won't care.

Khalil shook his head.

+Madman's raving.+
+ But this psychic communication was initiated by you. +
+ Did I say I wasn't? +
There was a burst of pleasant laughter from the other end of the communication, and after half a minute, it was hung up.Khalil lowered his head calmly and continued to correct the documents.

The nights are long, but they always pass.And after that, what will people see?
　Just one update today, after reading the teeth, half of the face is numb, I can't write too much, so I have the cheek to ask for a ticket.

　　By the way, starting tomorrow I will try Riwan for a week to see if I can maintain the quantity and quality.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)