40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 187 12. Never Forget, and the Meeting Gift

"This is where you will be staying from now on, Reserve Sevita."

Sevita nodded silently, he took a deep breath, the filtered air was extremely cold, with a bit of incomprehensible bitterness: "Instructor."

"Huh?" The four-meter-tall giant lowered his head and looked down at him. "What's the matter?"

"The No. 20 operation." Sevita carefully arranged his wording. "I saw something at the end."

"Surgery No. 20 does not exist, Reserve Sevita." Khalil said softly.

The corridor was silent, and the metal panels that made up the walls were a strange gray.A cold mist drifted beneath their feet, high enough to cover Sevtar's calves, chilling him.The sight at the door of the recruits' dormitory had nothing to do with what might represent 'home' in the future, and it looked horrific indeed.

"But."

"It doesn't exist." Khalil smiled. "Remember this, Sevetar. We don't mention it, and we don't talk about anything to do with it."

"So, this is a secret that needs to be kept together?"

"Yes."

"But, instructor, all the secrets will be cracked." Sevita smirked. "And I don't know if I can keep it a secret."

"It doesn't matter." Khalil was still smiling, his eyes were pitch black with no light in them, like two black holes devouring everything.

"It doesn't matter if you're conservative or not," he said softly. "But we don't bring it up."

No. 20 minutes after the completion of No. 14 surgery, Yago Savitarion felt that strange chill again.

This time, it came not from his dreams, but from the eyes of his instructor, Khalil Lohars.It's real, maybe even a little too real.Just looking at each other made Savita's teeth chatter.

He couldn't help looking away, and walked into the recruit dormitory, his limbs stiff.

Inside the door is a wide space with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and candles burning silently with dim light.

Fifteen huge bookshelves are placed on the far left of the room, and they are full of books.Five long tables are lined up in sequence, and eight flags stare quietly on the walls around the long tables.

Behind the long table was another huge door with circular arches made of what looked like stone.The coat of arms that Sevita had seen before appeared on this door again. A sharp blade pointed down sharply in the center of the coat of arms, with blood on the tail, as if it had just pierced someone's heart.

"Common rest area." His instructor's voice came from behind him. "There are many books here. You can pick one to read during any break. You can take it back to your room or read it here, as long as you remember to return it."

"Most of the books are in Nostramo, and a few are in High Gothic. They may be a little trouble for you to read, but that's all right. You wake up at five tomorrow morning and you'll be learning High Gothic."

"Is there another language I need to learn?"

"Of course." Khalil walked over to him. "The galaxy is vast, and Nostramo is not an official language. Think carefully, Sevtar, if you keep saying the word 'Emperor' in Nostramo"

He said no more, and he didn't need to say more.This half-sentence was enough to make Savita laugh out loud, although he quickly realized that laughing at this moment was not a good thing and quickly shut his mouth.But he had laughed, and there was no doubt about it.

Khalil raised the corners of his mouth and poked his forehead with his finger. The force was very light, but it was enough to make the boy stunned.

"Jairzinho said it was interesting to poke your forehead. I want to find out why he said that." Khalil lowered his head and looked at the boy and said this, his tone was very sincere. "As it stands—"

He reached out and poked again.

"—I can't find any proof of that."

Sevita suddenly raised his hands, covered his forehead and took two steps back: "Don't listen to that medical officer, he is sick!"

"It's not a good thing to talk about the chief behind his back without authorization, reserve Sevita." Khalil withdrew his right hand, put his hands behind his back and shook his head. "You need to get used to your new role quickly, son."

Then you still call me a child?Sevita secretly slandered.He lowered his head and rubbed his forehead. Although he didn't feel any pain, the feeling of being poked and knocked was completely different.

"Anyway, the bed and the bathroom or shower room with [-]/[-] hot water supply are behind that door." Khalil spoke again. "You still have eleven hours of free time today, make sure you get eight hours of sleep, reserve Sevita."

"Are you leaving?" Savita immediately raised his head.

"Yes." Khalil nodded slightly at him. "I have my own things to do."

"And—where's my dinner?"

"No dinner," Khalil replied almost relentlessly. "You ate three Glocks steaks not long ago. They haven't digested them yet. Take a look at your own belly, reserve."

With that, he turned and left.
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Conrad Coz couldn't remember the last time he was so excited—was it when he got a gift from Khalil?

He lowered his head thoughtfully, waved his right hand lightly, and the blade emerged from the air again, fluctuating like a shadow.He stared at it for a moment, then took it back before it turned the room temperature to temperatures that would freeze the cables and pipes in the walls.

The Midnight Lord took a deep breath, the air in the room was so cold that even his tongue had the illusion of being numb for a short time.

He put his head down and started communicating with Jairzinho Guzman on the data pad.The Chief Medical Officer will probably be up all night again tonight, and while it's true that the Astartes don't need much sleep, rest is another matter.

His work lasted for a while, and after finalizing with the chief medical officer a complete set of follow-up surgery and supporting training plans for the reserve Sevita, he put down the data board, and looked up and saw Khalil Rohars.

".I'm starting to wonder if you're addicted to this, Khalil." Conrad Koz pursed his lips.

"What's the matter?" his uninvited visitor asked softly.

"He ran into my office without saying a word to watch me work."

"I'm not 'silent,' Legion Master," Khalil said. "Actually, I wasn't even covering my own breathing."

Conrad Koz spent more than ten seconds recalling the matter, and finally, he nodded reluctantly: "Where is the reserve Sevita?"

"Probably walking around in the dormitory." Khalil smiled slightly. "He will soon put these two emotions behind him of novelty and desire to explore. After all, he is the only one in the recruit dormitory now."

Conrad Coates narrowed his eyes and shook his head slowly.

"And it's going to go on for a long time," he said deadpan. "The whole set of operations will be carried out carefully and safely under the supervision of Jairzinho. After all, this is the first time we have transformed a person who has passed the No. 20 operation."

"Based on the past time, he will spend three years in surgery and training. And during these three years, he must be alone. Only after confirming that he has completely passed every operation, I will consider the situation. Nostramo begins recruiting troops.”

"Don't you think that's a little too cruel for him?"

Curz glanced at Khalil, and for a few seconds, there was a very clear 'I don't want to talk' expression on his face.However, after a while, he sighed.

"You have the guts to say that?" Conrad Koz hissed. "I didn't complain about the nights you had to leave, and your bones about how cruel you were."

"You complained." Khalil nodded and said firmly. "You didn't say it outright, but you did complain about it, Conrad."

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"Conrad?"

"Nothing." Coze's pale lips curved slightly, revealing the teeth at the back. "Nothing, Khalil."

Khalil finally laughed happily, but quickly wiped the emotion away.He returned to his expressionless expression and spoke of another matter.

"So, do you have any words or gifts for your brother Perturabo?"

"Hasn't the relevant order not arrived yet?" Conrad Coates frowned. "Maybe that fleet is still looking for the location of Nostramo on the blurry map of the Ghoul Sector. Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Oh." Khalil raised his eyebrows and glanced at the ceiling. "What about this?"

"I see—psychic power?"

"Not bad."

"Psychic communication?"

"bingo."

"Who?"

"Malcador the Handprinter." Khalil smiled slightly. "Real-time communication, real-time communication. I have to say that although I don't like using psionic energy very much, it is really easy to use."

"Yeah." Curz responded with a sneer. "For example, you were leaning on a chair facing the rain to treat your broken leg."

"I never said it didn't work, Conrad."

"You're just saying it's dangerous, it's going to attract something, and you have a scary-sounding countdown of your own, and you'll die when the time runs out."

Curze crossed his hands and smiled sharply, his over-sharp canines gleaming.

"My God, I was so swayed by these words in the past, it's so confusing to think about it now."

"I did not lie to you."

"I know, because you think it's the truth—what else can I say?" Curz laughed, and he winked at Khalil, the words he hadn't said coming out clearly in his eyes.

'Yes, I did bring it up on purpose.Who told you to bring up this subject that I don't want to talk about right now? '

Khalil almost smiled.

almost.

"Conrad," he said in a low voice, but these few words brought an aria-like emotion and atmosphere. The corners of Conrad Koz's eyes twitched, and his back straightened involuntarily.

"I don't know if you will, but, sometimes, I do miss the past. Some people say that I miss the past because the present is not good. I don't agree with that. I miss that time, but I don't Don't want to go back. I remember every detail of those days. Your gargoyles, how you liked to squat on the roof of your shelter until I came back, your first mission that failed because you forgot to close the windows."

"I guess those are the things I miss. They're precious."

He stopped narrating, and saw that Conrad Koz's face had turned red with a rare emotion, and he was even trembling slightly.A few seconds later, he spoke again, with a slightly playful tone.

"Yes—" Khalil said with a smile. "—I never forgot."

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Conrad Coates raised his hand silently, but hesitated to speak. He seemed to want to say something, but couldn't.In the end, he actually chose a topic that made him feel ashamed.

"Let's talk about my brother Perturabo who has never met." He covered his face expressionlessly, his voice low.

"But you are not."

"Let's talk about him."

"Okay." Khalil shrugged. "So, what do you think is a more appropriate greeting gift?"

Conrad Coates took a deep breath.

"I think--"
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"—Estimated to take another 10 minutes before we board the ship, instructor." Van Cleef said without emotion. "And you're still in your uniform."

"Do you have to make me wear that ceremonial armor?" Khalil pulled away from the memory and sighed deliberately to the first captain. "Honestly, VanCleef. I'm not a Primarch."

"Yes."

VanCleef kept his face impassive, nodding to Khalil between the rumbling decks.

"You are not the Primarch, but you are the instructor of the Legion. According to the Legion Code No.16, you are equivalent to the presence of the Primarch on some important occasions when the Primarch is absent, and this means that you must wear that gorgeous armor."

"It used too much gold."

"Yes, I know, instructor."

"And the relief is just too exaggerated."

"Yes, instructor."

"So—" Khalil sighed sincerely, something began to emerge from the shadow under his feet, and climbed up his ankles, completing the dress in an instant.The ferocious and silent skeleton wore a hood and stood where it was, replacing it.

He said in a distorted voice: "—Is that all right, Van Cleef?"

"I think it's all right, Instructor."

"Then, let's confirm the mission one last time." Khalil said calmly. "The mission is to board the Blood of Steel Glory Queen-class battleship. You don't need to react or take any action. You just need to wait until I am alone with Perturabo."

"Are you sure you really want to do this?"

"Yes." The skeleton said unemotionally. "Sergeant Eltros died without dignity or honor. Who do you think is responsible for this?"

Amid the rumbling of the deck, Van Cleef made no answer.

　Just one update today, go out for dinner tonight.The explosive update mode will start tomorrow, and at the end of the month, I plan to increase the number of updated words this month to 23.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)