40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 182 7. Cruel

Feier folded his hands and looked at the boy squatting in the corner of the room, feasting. He couldn't help but remind him: "Eat slowly, no one will compete with you."

Sevita turned a deaf ear to it.

If today was just an ordinary and beautiful day, and he was just working in the mine and looking forward to a peaceful day in the big bath and the soft bed in the room after get off work, of course he would eat very slowly.

He would chew slowly, savoring every morsel of food, chewing, crunching, and reducing them to powder with the deep planes of his teeth before he swallowed them.After that, he will remember their taste deeply and linger on it until he falls asleep.

But things were different now. Now, he wasn't sure if he would be able to eat such wonderful food tomorrow.

So he just ate, like a beast, like he used to be in the shanty town.

"All physical indicators are healthy, no genetic diseases, no infectious diseases, not even skin diseases."

Jairzinho Guzman looked up from the inspection report in a little surprise, and gave a rare smile.

"This kid might actually be able to."

"What can you do?" Sevatar raised his head inarticulately, still holding a large piece of Glocks steak in his mouth.

"It's nothing, kid," Fair said slightly warningly, glancing at the medical officer. "You'd better be respectful when talking to our chief medical officer, you know? Otherwise, I can't guarantee what he will do to you."

"Captain Fell."

"What?" Phil turned his head back without changing his expression, looking at Jairzinho Guzman. "What's the matter, Honorable Chief Medical Officer?"

Guzman nodded at him blankly and said nothing, just nodded quietly.

Phil grinned, then turned his head back: "Have you finished eating, boy?"

"Finished."

"Do you want another one?"

"No." Sevita stood up slowly and let out a long breath.He put the dinner plate on the table beside him and wiped his hands with his cotton coat. "Three servings is my limit - well, what the hell are you trying to do?"

"What do you think?" Fer raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn't expect this boy to have the courage to bring this up.

"I don't know," Sevatar said simply.He spread his hands and shook his head. "That's why I asked, why do you always answer me with questions? The man who brought me here didn't do this. What's his name?"

Phil narrowed his eyes.

His patience has a limit, he can tolerate this kid who grew up in the shanty town to show a casual attitude towards him or the medical officer, but he will not allow him to speak nonsense to the instructor of the Nightblades.

If this kid named Yago Sevtarion is so bold, the chief think tank really doesn't mind teaching him a lesson.

But Sevtar didn't give him this chance, he was silent for a few seconds, and said a name that was even more awkward than his own in Nostramo: "Khalil Lohar S?"

"Yes," Guzman said. "Our instructor."

"What the hell is he doing?" Sevtar said leaning against the wall, his hands behind his back, standing casually, even a little frivolously.

"I asked him what the instructor meant, but he told me that the instructor is similar to the projection machine in the mine that teaches us how to mine. I think this is impossible."

"You don't have the right to know what he does right now, kid." Guzman replied softly. He answered Sevita's question truthfully, and his tone could even be called mild, but the words he used But very cold.

"And you don't have to use that kind of cleverness to test our attitude towards you anymore. We didn't treat you as a test subject, so you'd better not treat us as some superior perpetrators."

Phil laughed again.

"You'd better do what he says, kid." The chief think tank tilted his head in satisfaction. "You haven't suffered much so far. Now, stand up straight."

Sevita obeyed the man's words, straightened his back, and stood up straight.He has firmly memorized the appearance of these two people, although he doesn't actually know their names.Then, just ten seconds after he stood up straight, the door was pushed open again.

The giant who had led him came in.He nodded to the other two giants, and they went out.The door closed quietly, everything was so logical, yet extremely abrupt.Sevatar began to breathe slowly, lowering her heart rate.

He involuntarily leaned the back of his head against the wall, his expression pretending to be calm: "What are you going to do?"

"Are you full?" Khalil asked. "Let's settle this matter first, and then I'll answer your question, how about it?"

"I'm full." Savita replied in a low voice.

Of course he is not just full - he is just a 15-year-old boy, and although his determination is far beyond that, it does not mean that his stomach is also far beyond.

He could hardly bend over after eating three Glocks steaks in a row, and the food got stuck in his throat. This feeling of oversatisfaction made him both satisfied and uncomfortable.

In the past, every time he was lucky enough to get some food that wasn't human flesh, he would force himself to eat until he was full, until he couldn't even fall asleep.

"As long as you're full." Khalil nodded. "I have no intention of doing anything to you, Yago Sevatarion—or, Sevatar."

He smiled, leaned against the gate and folded his hands: "At least until you agree, we won't do anything to you. It's just a coincidence that we brought you back today."

".coincide?"

"Yeah," Khalil said. "A coincidence."

He stared at Sevtar, and there was an emotion that Sevtar could not understand in those completely dark eyes.

“Actually, it’s all too much of a coincidence. You’re physically better than most adults, you’re strong-willed, you’ve got a good personality, you’re even gifted for your age, and you happen to be in Quintus. It’s such a coincidence. Yes, Sevtar. If I hadn't made sure."

Sevita swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Of course he didn't understand what Khalil was talking about, but his ability to read words and expressions was telling him one thing - the giant standing in front of him was probably not very happy at the moment.

In his view, when dealing with those who have the ability to dominate your life and death, you'd better not make them unhappy.

"Is there anything I can do?" the boy asked nervously, puffing out his chest in a very heroic manner. "Anything, sir—I mean, as long as you don't actually cut me open without anesthesia."

"You can stand there and listen to what I have to say."

"What?"

"Some words that may cause great changes in your future life. Do you still remember the dream you just had, Yago Savitarion?"

".I remember."

"In the dream, you were walking alone in the fog. You saw many ghosts and you could hear their whispers. You didn't just see them in your dreams, right?"

Sevtar gritted his teeth and tried to lie, but he failed—the giant stared at him as if he was cutting open his chest with a knife, digging out his heart, and he couldn't lie.He just can't lie.

"I've seen them many times." The boy clenched his fists. "I see them every day, sometimes in fog, sometimes in heavy rain, and sometimes they talk to me at animals. Rats, wild dogs, crows."

"And in your dreams."

"Yes, and in my dream." Savita replied in a low voice. "But why are you asking this? Why are you so clear?"

"I told you, I know many things." Khalil laughed, and temporarily retracted his gaze, no longer staring at him. "So, new question, Sevtar. Did you hear what they said?"

"What? No, of course not!" Sevita's eyes widened. "Why should I listen to a group of dead people?! Eternal night, who knows what they are? I don't want to be caught by a group of dead gangsters!"

"That is to say, you have never heard them clearly?"

"No." Sevita closed her mouth and swallowed again. "No, sir, no."

"So, do you want to hear it?" Khalil asked.

His words stunned the boy, but he didn't stop there, but continued to narrate.Like a certain law of nature, storms never stop because of human will. Nature is cruel, even cruel, but they should be cruel.

"You should listen to them, Yago Sevtarion. You have gifts that are mysterious to most, and those few ordinary people who wield them usually end in two ways. .They either spend their lives trying to resist that gift, or they accept it, and use it, to become a witch, or a wizard, or something."

"You can choose to accept it, or reject it, Yago Sevtarion. But there is a condition."

Sevita's heart began to pound wildly.He was not a fool, and naturally he understood that Karyl Rohars was hiding something behind the words--and, if he couldn't hear it, he could see it.

Why are these giants so peaceful to an orphan like him?

After a long silence, Yago Sevtarion spoke slowly.His voice has become hoarse, like an old man who is dying in his twilight years, or a crazy slave who has been locked in a cave without talking to anyone for a long time.

"What premise?" he asked in an extremely soft voice.

"Sane," Khalil said. "There's a lot I'm going to tell you, but I want you to keep your senses and listen quietly. At that point, we'll discuss whether you want to accept it."

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