40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 50 50. Gift ([-])

"How is he learning?"

"Very well." Fulgrim replied with a smile. "Actually, Ferrus, very well!"

"is it?"

Ferrus Manus took a break from work to raise his head and glanced at the Chemoth.

The latter's violet eyes were sparkling and he was clearly delighted by the event.Gorgon shook his head helplessly, not understanding how his emotions fluctuated throughout the day.

"Of course, of course!" Fulgrim finally couldn't help laughing. "I'd love to tell you how smart he is, but—"

He shrugged and stood up happily. "—Excuse me, I have to prepare lessons, Ferrus."

"...I have some problems with you using the word smart to describe him." Ferrus Manus said with his head down.

He was bent over, working on a task on his workbench.The preliminary work of forging has been prepared, and the next thing to do is very simple, he only needs to carve some patterns on the body of the sword, and then make a suitable hilt.

But he wasn't too sure if the sword's owner would like it.

"How can you say that!"

After hearing his words, Fulgrim, who was about to leave, turned around nimbly, his silver hair fluttering in the air, and his posture was as graceful as a dance.

There was a bit of narrowness on his face—obviously, he knew that Ferrus didn't mean that, but he just wanted to move the topic in that direction.

"I just don't think you should describe him that way. Smart is used to describe a child, and Conrad Koz is obviously not a child." Ferrus replied slowly.

He didn't need to look up to guess the expression on Fulgrim's face at the moment - it would be a lie to say he didn't care, but Ferrus knew another thing better.

He'd better not let Fulgrim know what he was thinking, it had been proven many times in the past.

"Why isn't he?"

Fulgrim leaned on the workbench and asked exaggeratedly. "He's only one and a half years old, Ferrus, what were you doing when you were one and a half years old?"

"Kill the giant beast." Ferrus Manus replied flatly. "Killed a lot of monsters,"

"...I really shouldn't be asking you that question."

"You should have just left."

Ferrus raised his head and said. "Go to prepare lessons for Conrad, or talk to Luo Jia, and ask him why he has locked himself in his room these two days, it is better than disturbing my sword casting here."

"Lorgar? What happened to him?" Fulgrim frowned.

"He made a trip to Nostramo, right after Dorne."

Ferrus shook his head, this sentence is enough to explain many things - what can Lorgar Aurelion do in Nostramo?

Hearing this, Fulgrim sighed involuntarily.When he spoke again, his voice became lower and lower.

"...I really don't understand why," said the Chemos. "Those arguments... don't make any sense at all, and besides, he was arrested"

"It was a bad fight."

Ferrus continued the conversation calmly. "But I am amazed at the self-control of that Khalil Rohars. If a man had spoken so much to my father, or my Legion, in my presence, I would have smashed him with my hammer."

"I gave you the warhammer." Fulgrim corrected, laughing.

He laughed and repeated it. "I gave you the hammer—don't forget that, Ferrus."

"."

The giant with the silver arms gave a rare sigh.He straightened up, moved the sword waiting to be carved behind him, folded his hands, and shook his head solemnly at Fulgrim.

"If you bring up this matter so frequently, I will consider changing the name of the furnace breaker."

"Huh? Oh—okay."

The corners of Chemos's mouth curved downward. "Anyway, it's your weapon now, so if you want to change its name, I have nothing to say."

Ferrus shook his head and said slowly, "...do you know what I'll call it?"

"what?"

"Fulgrim is a nagging annoying fellow."

"You call that the name of a weapon?!"

Fulgrim yelled. "And--my name shouldn't appear on the weapon! Besides, where did I nag?!"

Ferrus didn't speak, just stared at him and shook his head again.Such a silent answer made the Chemos man speechless, and he raised a finger angrily: "Well, Ferrus, so that's how you see me!"

Finally Ferrus Manus sighed.

He lifted his head, allowing his gaze to look beyond Fulgrim to a giant who had entered through the sliding door.Then, he nodded slightly and greeted in a short voice.

"Donne."

"Ferrus—and Fulgrim."

Roger Dorn walked in with a blank expression. He changed into a long-sleeved jacket again, but he still buttoned up all the buttons. He was still as serious as ever.

"Ah, Roger! Come and help me judge!"

"...No." Roger Dorn shook his head.

"What? I haven't said what it is yet!"

"I don't want to get involved in the quarrel between you two." Roger Dorn said expressionlessly.

"I won't do it anymore, you guys are always fighting for some inexplicable reason, and if someone is really going to judge you like you said, you will start to speak for each other. Anyway, I will not Do it."

He shook his head and repeated it in a firm tone. "I won't do that, Fulgrim."

".Why are you like this?" Fulgrim asked in disbelief.

However, neither the person he questioned nor Ferus Manus paid any attention to the Chemosians at this moment.

Dawn turned his head and glanced at the blade placed behind Ferrus.His gaze swept over the silver sword carefully, and then he nodded.

"Good sword, have you installed the decomposition stand?"

"Yes."

"Then it just needs some decoration."

Dawn nodded, not hiding his satisfaction with the sword at all. "Your skills are as superb as ever, Ferrus."

"It's just a hobby in my spare time." Ferrus Manus said noncommittally. "At least it's far worse than Vulkan."

"What he does is not called forging."

Don replied calmly. "His definition of forging is simply challenging my perception of this matter."

A fleeting smile flickered across Ferrus's face, and he agreed with Dorn—and indeed.Why should he deny it?

Though their brother Vulkan was a forge, his skill surpassed all others.Ferrus felt that only their father could say that he could match Vulkan in this respect.

"So, Ferrus, when do you plan to give this sword to our brother?" Rogal Dorn asked.

He stood in front of the workbench with his back straight.This gesture made him look less like an inquiry about an intimate matter than an officer who was asking a prisoner.

"I'm still hesitating."

Ferrus shook his head, paying no heed to his brother's gesture. "Actually, I'm not even sure whether to send him a sword now."

Roger Dorn frowned sharply.

"You have almost finished this sword, why did you decide not to give it away?"

"Because I don't know if he will like it." Ferrus said. "It's clear our brother is imitating his adoptive father—"

"—partner." Fulgrim interjected, with a very dissatisfied expression, but it was not aimed at the 'partner' of Conrad Koz.

He folded his hands and snorted coldly: "I can't believe that you two have left me here for 5 minutes."

Don turned his head and glanced at him, then turned his head back: "I agree with you, but if you don't ask him, how will you know if he likes it?"

"Because, obviously, he's imitating his adoptive father — or partner."

Ferrus frowned and repeated his words again.

For a craftsman like him, he has to be picky about every piece of work.Without this attitude, he wouldn't be able to get to where he is today in forging.

If he is going to make a sword, he will consider the counterweight, the user's height and arm length, and various factors.

And although this power sword is not yet finished, it has been adjusted according to the data he got from Fulgrim.

Ferrus Manus would love to make a weapon his new brother would like, but there was a bigger problem before him than perfect weight and balance of the blade.

— Conrad Koz is clearly impersonating Khalil Rohars.

Although Ferrus didn't know much about the latter, he could see it from some clues.

And Khalil Rohars was definitely not one to wield a blade.

Every movement he made after approaching Lorgar that day was mixed with strong traces of waving short soldiers, fast, fierce, and deadly.But in just a few strokes, Luo Jia was knocked to the ground.

Khalil Rohars even instinctively wanted to make up for a stab to the throat after Lorgar fell to the ground-Ferus saw it clearly and could not mistake this.

"cough."

"In this case, why don't we ask him." Don said calmly. "Guessing can only lead to plausible answers, and may even be thousands of miles away from the correct answer."

"cough!"

"You're right." Ferus Manus nodded and walked out of the workbench. "It's really better to ask him directly if he likes it than to speculate here."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Is your throat uncomfortable, Fulgrim?" asked Rogal Dorn.

".I feel uncomfortable all over!"

Fulgrim growled, turned his head and walked away.Behind him, Ferrus Manus slowly stretched out his right hand towards Rogal Dorn.

After a while, the two hands slowly clasped together.

"Old manners," said Dorn quietly.

"Old, but effective." Ferrus also nodded calmly. "Come on, Roger."

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