40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 78 76. The Eighth Legion (Twelve, 3k)

Embryos or rather, consumables.

Khalil calmly put down the document in his hand.

Thirteen thousand and 240 people, say more or less, say less.But for the Eighth Army on the Nightfall, it was a big problem.

"We don't have the ability to house them right now," Conrad Koz said bitterly.

"There are only soldiers and weapons on the Nightfall. We have no tools or machines to change the Nostramo environment. Even if all the soldiers of the Legion are sent out to maintain order, it will only create a larger violent organization"

"Like you said, Khalil, they're definitely going to try to join our 'gang'."

The Lord of the Eighth Legion shook his head and said softly, "I don't want to see that happen."

Khalil smiled, and Curz's mood calmed down at this moment.The irritability and the sense of powerlessness of not being able to do anything about this matter disappeared for a while.Before he knew it, he seemed to have become that midnight ghost again.

In this regard, the instructor of the Eighth Army just gave a calm stare.

Some things must be corrected.

"Then, you have to find a way to solve it yourself." Khalil said. "You don't have to come to me for everything, asking for my opinion or advice."

"Are you trying to prevaricate me with that sentence again?" Curz frowned dissatisfied.

"Which sentence?"

"You are the master of the Eighth Legion." Konrad Curz replied in a low voice, he didn't know how to learn, but he grasped the helplessness in that tone very accurately.

Khalil couldn't help but burst out laughing, but what appeared after the brief smile was a deeper emotion.

"If you go on like this, I will," he said quietly. "If you continue to ask me for advice on everything and rely on me in everything, one day, I will really become the actual master of the Eighth Legion."

".what?"

"Don't be silly, I can see that's what you're thinking, Conrad."

Khalil shook his head.

"Don't you think I don't know that you worked so hard to find out the update of the letter of appointment every day? You are really willing to expand the name of an instructor to such a degree. Work hard."

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Curz replied with his head raised.

"There's a fine line between pretending not to understand and really not understanding, and I'm very familiar with your 'really don't understand' look, Conrad."

".I just want to ask you how to do this matter."

Curz leans back in his chair, folds his arms, in the same way Khalil does at certain moments.There was a palpable dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"Is there something wrong with that too?"

"Discussion is okay, but asking for my opinion is not. And your attitude is obviously the latter. Conrad, you have realized how important your responsibilities are, but you must try to drop your dependence on me."

"People will always depend on something." Conrad Koz said.

He stretched out his right hand, and Sen Han's dagger protruded from his sleeve in the next second, at a terrifying speed.

"Use my gift as proof?"

"Prove it with your gift."

Khalil chuckled again—the short trial was over, and he had come to a conclusion, although it was not the answer he most wanted, but
"It's full of plans, and you've only been in office for ten days." He smiled and shook his head. "Okay. Then, Lord of the Eighth Legion, tell me, what are you going to do?"

Conrad Koz lowered his head and pondered for a while.When he raised his head again, his expression had become extremely serious.

"Adamantite." He whispered solemnly.

"Thirteen thousand, 240 people. Even if those eight-year-old children are crossed out from the list, the remaining people are enough to mine a huge mine."

"16-year-olds are responsible for clerical work or simple transportation, and 20-year-old adults are responsible for mining. The nobles have machines for making clothes, and we can use them to make a uniform."

"There are doctors, clerks, and a lot of ordinary people living on the bottom deck of the Nightfall. We can let them go down and lead those people who still don't know anything about Nostramo to run a mine together. .”

"Workers," Khalil said noncommittally. "Then what?"

"Normal working hours, normal food, clothing, shelter, and security guarantees. In leisure time, the officials teach them High Gothic, and Nostramo can be learned together from the textbooks I compiled. "

"I've already seen that there are several adamantine mines outside Plum's wilderness. There are also locations here, Khalil."

"Fifty days is enough for them to adapt to these environments. As long as the logistics fleet arrives after fifty days, the reconstruction of the environment can officially begin!"

Conrad Coates' eyes sparkled.

This is very interesting.Look into those eyes, Khalil thought.I lit a violent fire of vengeance, but you wanted to literally light a fire that would revolutionize the world
"Don't you already have a complete plan?" Khalil asked. "Why come to me to discuss? I finished work early today."

"Is it okay to ask you?" Conrad Koz said dissatisfied. "How busy are the instructors of the Eighth Army?"

Khalil chuckled, looked at him, and didn't speak for a while.His gaze was quite calm, and could even be called peaceful—however, under such a gaze, Conrad Koz lowered his head a little bit.

".I'm sorry." He whispered. "I forgot that those expanded mandates would bring more paperwork."

"No need to apologize. However, I met 27 servants who brought documents and eleven officials who came to discuss with me yesterday. Conrad remembers these two numbers."

Khalil nodded slightly to the Lord of the Eighth Legion with a half-smile.The latter sat on his chair, for some reason, suddenly felt a chill down his back.

"...In short, this is just the first step."

He quickly changed the subject. "The follow-up plan is to use this part of the fine gold mine to trade with the Ultimate Starfield. I've heard that the Ultramarines and the surrounding world of Macragge are rich, but they are not so rich that they don't even want fine gold ore?"

"We haven't spoken to anyone from Macragge or the Ultramarines so far. However, the logistics fleet will be coming from there, and they should have a lot of valuable information to reveal."

Khalil stood up, straightened his collar, and nodded with a serious expression. "So, in general, Lord of the Eighth Legion, your proposal has a very good prospect in my opinion."

After saying this, he turned and left without hesitation.The Lord of the Eighth Legion was sitting on his chair, and when the door was closed, he pinched the corner of his mouth that was about to rise with two fingers.

A moment later, there was a slight but excited Nostramo voice.

Outside the door, Khalil chuckled and shook his head.

"I hear you," he hissed through the door.

There was a moment of silence inside the door, and then there was an angry shout: "Didn't you say it too!"

There was no answer outside the door, only the faint laughter that gradually faded away.
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The next period of time passed quickly.

That didn't surprise Khalil, who figured it out early on—time is the most escaping thing in the world when you get serious.

Hours will pass processing documents, hours will pass by going to the lower deck to investigate the number of civilians, and hours will pass by discussing with officials how to carry out follow-up work.
Every day of his life is divided into several completely different split scenarios by similar but different jobs, and when he shuttles between them, Khalil is in a calm mood.

In the morning, he was wearing formal attire and changing documents round after round.

In the afternoon, he changed into a more solemn formal attire and went to a meeting with officials.

In the evening, in the training ground, he beat the Eighth Legion fighters who persisted in coming to challenge.

In the middle of the night, he would attack with different squads to Nostramo for a collective 'hunt'.

The reason why it is called hunting and not cleaning is because the Eighth Army has driven all the remaining nobles and gangs to some areas.They continue to live in it without knowing anything, completely unaware that their identities have changed drastically.

--what?
Where is his rest time, you ask?
"Don't you rest at all?" Captain Van Cleef asked cautiously.

"I would, too," Khalil said deadpan. "The premise is that you have to ask the Lord of the Eighth Legion, who has been sneaking down to observe the working environment of the miners every day, to narrow down the scope of his authority."

Van Cleef wisely did not continue with this passage, but felt that the back molars were numb and trembling—everyone on the Nightfall had reached a consensus these days.

Namely, Khalil Rohars should be tired.

He should be tired, shouldn't he?

He had no time for rest, no time for private solitude.Even if it is to revise documents, his door is still open, because this will make it easier for the servants to enter and exit.

Therefore, those doubts about the 'Legion Instructor', which were obvious at the beginning, gradually disappeared after witnessing these days, and even evolved into an unspeakable strange respect.

And Khalil is naturally aware of this - Konrad Koz has asked him many times uneasily, and the guilty expression of feeling that he has done something wrong makes Kalil want to laugh every time out loud, but he held back every time.

They thought it was a torture similar to punishment, but for Khalil, it was actually a kind of rest.

Compared with the rainy night in Nostramo, anything is a rest.

but
"Time flies, Van Cleef."

Khalil smiled and handed Van Cleef a stack of documents.That was the assessment result of the first Dalian in the last week, and Siani was among the best.The first company commander reached out to take it, nodded, and agreed with their instructor's words.

"Indeed," he whispered. "There are still nine hours before the scheduled time."

　[-] today, and two more chapters, to be published separately.

　　After thinking twice, I decided to speed up a little.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)