40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 175 36. Unfinished business
"Strictly speaking—" Conrad Coates said. "—Our behavior can be counted as committing a felony to a certain extent."

Khalil replied without raising his head: "There is no rule in the imperial law that the Legion does not allow additional regulations on the selection of recruits."

"But you call it the No. 20 operation."

"It's not surgery, but it's not much different from surgery. It requires them to bleed, get hurt, and hurt. The only difference is that the surgeon and the patient are themselves. Much better for sleepwalking rituals, Conrad."

Conrad Koz nodded, agreeing with Khalil.

He was originally one of the only two promoters of this matter. How much of the question at this moment is genuine because he has an opinion on the name of the No.20 operation, or is he trying to use this as an excuse to start other topics? I'm afraid no one will know the answer.

The Lord of Midnight has now learned some special skills, no one taught him, he can learn by himself - he can hold his face and hide all emotions, like a box thrown into the bottom of his heart.

Is it okay to do this?
Conrad Coz doesn't have the answer, but he doesn't care about the answer right now.

He leaned against the wall behind Khalil and rubbed his back against the cold wall, feeling a long-lost comfort.The war is over, and the outcome can still be classified as 'good'.This was enough, and Curz didn't expect too much.

He squinted his eyes, watching Khalil write line after line of text on the blank document, and couldn't help asking a question: "When did you become proficient in this matter?"

"what's up?"

"Write the file."

Curz shrugged, he knew that Khalil could tell what he was doing by the disturbance of the air.

"You look like another Robert when you write these papers."

"Have you ever seen him write a document?"

"No, he always uses a data pad."

"Then I-"

Khalil turned his head and stuffed a pen into Conrad Koz's hand.

"—not another Robert Guilliman, but a professional word processor older than him. Now it's your turn, Conrad, and since you're done with the meeting and you're coming here to chat with me, then Let's chat while revising the document."

"."

"Why, don't you want to?"

"...I thought I'd get a little rest after a war."

"Since the lord of the legion wants to rest, let's rest."

Khalil smiled slightly, put one hand on the back of the chair and shook his head.

"Paperwork isn't going to run away with legs anyway, is it? Whether you write it or not, it's all there. So, you can go rest, Conrad."

"What do you mean I can go to rest?" Curz raised half of his eyebrows, which made his expression look a bit intriguing. "I am the Lord of the Legion, Khalil, and if I want to rest, I can rest."

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes, you can rest if you want." Khalil nodded with a half-smile. "Then rest."

"."

Conrad Curz walked around him wordlessly and across the table.He moved out the primarch-sized chair, sat down in silence, and started to do paperwork like Khalil.

Frankly speaking, his handwriting is beautiful enough that Khalil can tell that it was born in Fulgrim just by looking at it, but Konrad Koze writes very quickly, which leads to some conflicts between words. Many connected lines.

And they are not soft.

Instead of curved arcs, they even look a bit straight like a knife's edge, very much Konrad Kotz's personal style.

Very hard to read.

"Conrad, I have to say that although your font is very individual, it also caused a lot of trouble for our clerical officials." Khalil tapped the table with his fingers. "There were times when they even had to come and get me."

The nib of Conrad Koz's writing stagnated suddenly.

".What are they looking for you for?"

"Drinking tea, chatting, and researching which joints of other people's fingers can cause more pain—what do you think?" Khalil asked with a smile. "What do you think they're looking for me for?"

"Ring finger or index finger is better."

"Ah, I think it's better to bend four fingers at once, then snap them back but, what do you think they're after me for?"

Conrad Koz put down the pen in his hand without a word, pouted sullenly: "I said a long time ago that we would implement a paperless office, and Robert gave us a batch of data boards, but you Hard to ask for paper documents in this matter."

"That thing I just said was way before you wanted to go paperless, Conrad. And, it's pretty normal to use paper for that."

Khalil shook his head, his dark eyes were calm.Today he was wearing a dark blue long-sleeved blouse, and a black-gray vest outside—standard office attire, which came from a tailor who accompanied the Emperor Mirage.

Before this expedition he had given Khalil several garments of various styles and uses, without asking for anything in return, without even saying why.

"Although paper files are more cumbersome to store, and they are not as convenient and quick to search as compared to the data board, but even the Ultramarines have not eliminated it, you may wish to think about the reason, Conrad."

"I do not want."

"Ok?"

"I don't want to .think right now," Conrad Coates said. "I just want to get back to Nostramo now, Khalil, and then I'll be drafted, and then, I'll be—"

He paused strangely, pursed his lips, said nothing, and turned his eyes to the ground.It seems to be silent, and it seems to be thinking.Khalil stared at him silently, waiting for what to say, and Curz did not disappoint him.

"—It seems too early to say these things now." Konrad Koz said in a tone that was so rational that he was not at all like himself. "Nostramo is still unfit for conscription."

He came to conclusions and overturned his own thoughts, he controlled himself with reason, and Khalil sighed insignificantly.

"Well," he said slowly. "When do you think the time is right, Conrad?"

"I don't have an answer either." The giant who just said he didn't want to think thoughtfully supported his cheek with his right hand.

He stared at the tabletop, and began to chase the lightning patterns on it with his eyes—everyone has different habits when thinking, and this is the habit of Conrad Koz, which originated a long time ago.

It comes from the days when he was still squatting on the gargoyle waiting for the man named Khalil Rohars to tell him what to do. At that time, he would chase the figures and vehicles on the ground with his eyes while thinking about some things. inconsequential.

At that time, they didn't know what was hiding above the gloomy sky of Nostramo, nor did they know each other's true identities.

They hunted together for many nights, and the two monsters caused one horrible tragedy after another, and the corpses of the victims could even fill several streets in Quintus.
And now?

Conrad Curze laughed harshly, abruptly, but it seemed normal to him - he was handsome, out of place and a misnomer, he was even handsome as beautiful as a creature of the Emperor the best proof.

But he himself turned this beauty into a temperament mixed with danger. On weekdays, this danger is invisible, and it is only truly revealed in a few times and in front of a few people.

"I don't have an answer, Khalil." The Night Lord chuckled and shook his head, his smile was almost a mockery.But who is he mocking?

In this regard, Khalil also has no answer.

"Sometimes, I feel like I've changed." Conrad Koz smiled without a smile. "There are still times when I will ask myself silently in my heart—is it a good thing to leave Nostramo and go to a war like this?"

"I know the need for the Great Crusade, and I know I shouldn't think so, but it's hard to convince myself to do the right thing, Khalil."

He looked at the giant who was very similar to him, and said softly, staring at him with dark eyes: "How did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Always do what's right."

"I've never done that, Conrad," Khalil told him calmly.

"I've made a lot of mistakes, some of which I still hate now, and some of which have served as a warning to myself. No one can always do the right thing, and those who push themselves to do so, without exception, all become Monster. Paranoia is a kind of curse on us, and anyone can be paranoid in some way. Like me, I am used to speaking things as riddles and carrying everything on my shoulders most of the time. Or like The Emperor, he-"

Khalil couldn't help smiling: "—we won't talk about him."

"why?"

"Are you really asking, or are you going to take this on and twist it into an awkward chat making fun of your father?"

Curz, who was seen through his true intentions, was not annoyed. He just picked up the quill with a smile and continued to write.After a few minutes, he finished his writing, handed the document to Khalil, and walked out of the room.

Khalil watched him go away, lowered his head, and began to read.

He saw that the initial words written by Conrad Koz had been drawn with a big X by himself, and there were four lines of small characters below the blank space of the document.The font has changed, and the characters are no longer continuous, which is very easy to distinguish.

"We all have unfinished business, Father."

"I could just be a killer, a vicious assassin, but I realized I couldn't. Our killings mean nothing if the crimes don't go to trial. I used to dislike being changed, not even in Fulgaria There was some resistance to the clothes Tom sent me. But now, I realize, I have to change."

"If I don't change, more people will be cruelly changed by this world."

"Let's go back to Nostramo, let's change that first."

　After the update is complete, a new volume will be opened tomorrow, and Sevita and others will appear.

　　Let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart.

　　This month's data has fallen, and it belongs to me, so I don't have to wash it.I have read everyone's comments. In short, thank you for reading this, and I will try my best to make this story exciting again.

　　In addition, the broken steel soul next door is on the shelves!Go see it!In case anyone doesn't know, this was originally raised by Perturabo!Right now is a great time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)