40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 140 2. The Emperor and His Sons ([-])

The first prized dish to be served on the long tables in Macragge's Splendor's banquet hall was a dangerous deep-sea fish.

It was ugly in appearance and huge in size, even occupying one-third of the long table, which surprised the three Primarchs sitting on the same side.Even Robert Guilliman, the most knowledgeable of the three, had never seen it before.

However, one thing he had to admit was that the fish was deliciously cooked by the chef from the Emperor Mirage.

It is fragrant, and the tender fish is looming under the thick and chewy skin. The dark red soup spreads under it, as if it is its own blood, but it is not fishy. Instead, it exudes the intoxicating aroma of wine.

Its head was opened wide, and inside the terrifying mouth were terrifying fine and sharp teeth.

"An extinct fish originating from a cold satellite of the solar system." The Emperor of Humanity spoke slowly.

His voice is commanding, but never distant.Now, he looked very different from the person in Conrad Koz's impression. Although he had the same face, his temperament was very gentle.

He wore no armor, and a crown of golden laurels surrounded him between his long black hair.It added no divinity to him, in fact, it seemed divine only because it was being worn by the Emperor.

He was wearing a white robe, and he wore golden wristbands on both hands. The intricate and delicate carvings were engraved on the golden surface with silver strokes by craftsmen.

"You say it's extinct?" Guilliman asked.

"Yes, the genetic reappearance project has turned it into a delicacy that only a few people can enjoy, but I hope that within five years, the cost can be reduced, and a set of effective breeding methods can be developed to promote it. To the whole empire."

The emperor nodded, with a calm and gentle expression: "It is very nutritious and delicious. For children who are growing up, it is a rare food."

He glanced at Conrad Curtz, who knew his gaze, but didn't know how to respond.

"And this is just the first course?" Angron finally said, the gladiator's expression was a bit complicated. "There are only four of us, do we really need so many dishes?"

"As far as satiety alone is concerned, naturally there is no need for 26 dishes."

The Emperor gave him a slight nod.

"But the problem is that sometimes, your identity will distort your wishes. If I specifically order that today's banquet only needs ten dishes, my chefs will experience an uneasy disaster. They will think that I don't want to They are no longer needed. Of course, this also raises some political questions. For example, why do I eat so little when I meet you? What are my intentions?"

Guilliman's eyes widened, feeling a bit at a loss for what his father had said, and so was Conrad Curze, but Angron remained calm.

The Nucerians can even crack a joke.

"If I were to think about it, I might think that you just want to live a simple life for a while." He said. "But are you bothered by these things, too?"

"Why wouldn't I?" The Emperor smiled. "They work for me, spend time and effort cooking food, and of course I care about their feelings."

Angron nodded, stretched out his knife and fork, and forked away a large piece of skin and fish.

"Fair enough," he said.

He put the fish into his mouth and began to chew carefully.The emperor looked at him with a smile on his face, did not speak, but stretched out his arm, and took away a piece of fish with a fork.

The banquet officially began.

More dishes were served one after another, scattered among the tables covered with white cloth, and the burning golden candlesticks gave off a bright shimmer, these precious ingredients from the warehouse of the Emperor Mirage Under the illumination of candlelight, they showed their processed appearance.The wine swayed in silver cups, vibrating with the words or movements of the Primarchs.

Conrad Koz actually didn't eat much. He tasted almost every dish, except that he ate a little more on a kind of soft bread.He likes it dipped in Glocks minced meat bisque, it's delicious.

Angron ate the most, and the gladiator didn't want to pay attention to politeness, and even frankly, he would rather have this matter after the meal than talking during the dinner, and he didn't hide his love for these foods.

Robert Guilliman also joined in under his lead, but the Lord of Macragge didn't eat too many meals, he ate a lot of desserts, from mille-feuille cakes dipped in honey to crisps decorated with apples and peaches. Pippi, he almost never refuses.

As for their father.
The Emperor ate nothing but the piece of fish.

"Do you have a bad appetite today?" Robert Guilliman finally asked the question after a long period of depression.

"The same could be said, Robert," the Emperor replied mildly, his eyes fixed on Guilliman as he spoke.

"However, I want to record your performance more than eating. Angron likes meat, but he will not refuse vegetables as garnishes. You like dessert, even better than a good Glocks Meat. And Conrad, Conrad, why don't you eat more?"

His words made Conrad Koz the attention at the dinner table.

The pale Primarch pursed his lips and had to answer this question: "I don't like to eat too much."

"But you are still growing." The Emperor said thoughtfully, and he raised his hands. The four fingers of his left hand rested on the index finger of his right hand, and the palms pressed tightly together. "You should eat more."

"...I don't like stuffing my stomach very much," said Conrad Koz. "Yes, I know I can turn them into nutrients quickly, and the feeling of fullness will disappear quickly, but I would rather eat less."

"Old habits?" demanded the Emperor, whose performance was increasingly bewildering Robert Guilliman.

Angron was not surprised, but just stuffed another whole steak with a calm face.

"Almost." Curz replied. "Food reserves are limited. Eating more at one meal means less at the next. I'd rather divide my hunger equally into each day than watch another person walk alone in hunger." Time to feast on it."

"Another person?" Robert Guilliman realized his brother hadn't been using a metaphor. "Is it Instructor Khalil?"

"Yes." Conrad Koz looked at him quietly, with neither sadness nor joy on his face. "Every three days he would go to pick up a batch of nutritional cream that was about to expire, most of which belonged to me, and he only ate one meal a day."

Guilliman couldn't help frowning, Angron picked up his silver cup and drank the wine in it.His throat rolled, and his eyes comforted Curz instead of his words. The Lord of the Eighth Legion smiled slightly, indicating that he didn't care.

And the Emperor.
The Emperor made no representations.

"You have suffered," he said quietly. "But that's already the best condition your adoptive father can give you. Now it's different, Conrad, your body will need these nutrients, so you might as well eat more."

"No."

"Okay." The Emperor nodded slightly regretfully. "I guess I'm still not very good at talking to you."

Robert Guilliman looked from his father to his brother with a blank look of uncertainty about his sanity.

Conrad Koz smiled, clearly and gently: "And you don't need to."

"doing what?"

"Use these words to bribe me." Curz said quietly. "Compared to the lies wrapped in honey, I still prefer the truth you showed last time."

Guilliman took a deep breath: "—Brother, what are you talking about?"

"Say something you don't know, Robert. But that doesn't mean I'm starting an argument and he's not mad, does it?"

The Emperor replied with a smile, and indeed he was not angry, there was even a hint of encouragement in that smile.

"But—" Guilliman muttered in confusion and frustration. "--Father?"

"What's the matter, Robert?"

"you"

"Ok?"

Guilliman closed his mouth speechlessly, and shook his head, expressing that he had nothing to say.

He didn't quite understand why his brother was treating their father in this way—the most paradoxical thing about the whole thing was that their father was obviously enjoying it.

Angron gave a low laugh, but said nothing.He leaned back on the chair quietly, and also showed a kind of veiled curiosity about the next development.

And what about the two protagonists of this dialogue?
They are just silent.

Konrad Curz was calm and silent, and the Emperor smiled and remained silent, neither speaking.

Perhaps he had nothing to say, or maybe he had already revealed enough information in his eyes—in short, after 1 minute, the human emperor stood up with a smile.

The door of the banquet hall was pushed open immediately, and the face of Constantine Waldo appeared in the middle of the door. The emperor nodded slightly to him, and then looked at his sons.

"This is the most comfortable banquet I've had in years, my sons." He said with gentle eyes. "As for now, I'm leaving for a while. Please come and meet me on my boat at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

After the words fell, he turned and left, leaving the Primarchs to continue in the banquet hall.With Constantine Valdo closing the door, Guilliman's daze was finally released.

He let out a long sigh, and gave Conrad Koz a complicated look: "What you just said almost made me jump out of my chair, Conrad."

"He won't be angry." Curz replied softly. "He even wanted me to answer that."

Angron chuckled again and continued eating.He never wastes any food.

As for what the emperor is going to do?
No one knows the answer.

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