40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 81. 79. The Ultimate Warriors (3, [-]k)

"I didn't expect you to say that." Conrad Koz said, breaking the silence.

At this moment, there were only the two of them left in the banquet hall, the long table was empty, and the soft light was still working firmly above the head, shedding light.The decoration of the banquet hall is not gorgeous, and the eight flags staring quietly on the wall, but it has a different momentum.

As for why the Ultramarines left so quickly, well, to be honest, they fell into a strange state that anyone with a discerning eye could see after Khalil's speech.

On the one hand, they want to continue asking, but they don't seem to know whether to ask or not.On the other hand, they don't want to lose their manners and delay things to do.

So, with that complicated and strange emotion, Lucretius Corvo made it clear about their main purpose of coming here and Robert Guilliman's attitude.After that, they left in a hurry.

Conrad Coz wanted to tell them that it's okay to ask directly, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

An instinct told him that it didn't seem good to be so direct.

Khalil didn't answer what Curz said immediately, he just calmly pinched a dinner fork with two fingers, and picked up a piece of Glocks steak that was almost cold.After putting it into his mouth, chewing and swallowing it carefully, he narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth.

"What did I say?"

"...Nothing." Conrad Koz replied unnaturally.

He also wanted to eat and talk like Khalil, so he wouldn't look so tense, but he had already eaten his share.

The Ultramarines didn't waste food, and neither did he, all of them ate so fast that for a while it even looked weird as if they were competing in speed.Only Kalil ate very slowly. He drank porridge first, then honey wine, and now it was steak.

Khalil smiled calmly, and then let the smile disappear immediately.He lifted the can that was a bit small for him, and drank all the remaining minced meat porridge inside.

"Since there's nothing else, let's talk about business." He put down the completely empty can and said. "Like that letter from your brother Robert Guilliman—are you not going to read it, Conrad?"

"The dinner isn't over yet," Conrad Koz replied bluntly.

He didn't want to reveal the fact that he really didn't want to read the letter right now. Something was hindering his ability to think. In fact, he wanted to laugh now, but he didn't want to.All of these reactions were naturally seen by Kalil.

He didn't reveal it, just sighed silently in his heart.

"It's over, isn't it?" Khalil continued. "The guests have gone and by the standards of a banquet it is now over."

"But you're still eating."

"I finished it in no time and down to the last steak."

"."

Conrad Curze silently picked up the letter handed to him by Lucretius Corvo himself, and the list of supplies stayed quietly on his right hand.

The main body of the letter was contained in an exquisite envelope. The gold-stamped font quietly stayed on the surface of the milky white paper. The opening was sealed with a mixture of blue and gold wax, and the logo of the Ultramarines Legion was in the center. shine.

Curz stretched out his right hand and cut open the seal with the nail of his index finger. He didn't need a letter opener to do this. He took out the letter and began to read it silently.

"As you can see, my brother I have never met, Konrad Curz. I am Robert Guilliman, one of your many brothers who have never met."

"Father's ship passed Macragge on its return voyage, and by means of a holographic projection, I spoke to the four brothers you've met. Frankly, I have some admiration for you."

"When I was your age, I was still studying and trying to control my emotions so that I would not get angry at the endless homework. You have stepped into the position and carried the most important responsibility on our shoulders. responsible."

"This almost makes me ashamed, but I have to take the risk of being disgusted by you and say a word, if you want to make Nostramo better, environmental modification alone is not enough. "

"You should already know that there are three Mechanicum ships in the logistics fleet. The precious machines they carry can clean up pollution and recreate a planet suitable for human habitation and survival."

"Fulgrim described the environment of your home planet to me. He has always been a master of language, but he was very reticent when he mentioned your environment."

"Thanks to him, I can't exactly imagine what Nostramo really looks like, but I can roughly guess something."

"I returned earlier than you. I have been fighting in the Milky Way for quite a long time. I have seen such similar planets, and I also understand where the real difficulty in transforming them lies."

"Removing environmental pollution is always only the first step. Removing the pollution in people's hearts is the key."

"Therefore, I took the liberty of sending five hundred Ultramarines to go with your logistics fleet. I don't know if you have heard of it, but, in the empire, my legion is quite good at governing the planet."

"This is a difficult period for anyone, and I hope their experience with these things will help you in your early days, and if you feel this is inappropriate, then I apologize in advance."

"Their chief is Lucretius Corvo, a man of integrity, honesty and reliability. Anyway, I hope they can help you. After three or five years, if the situation in Nostramo has Things are getting better, and I also hope that you can find some time out of your busy schedule to come to Macragge as a guest."

"I will sincerely look forward to your arrival."

"—your faithful brother, Robert Guilliman."

Curz put down the letter in silence. At that time, Khalil just finished eating the last piece of steak just as he said.He wiped his mouth with an unscented wet tissue and asked, "How is it?"

"...he wants the five hundred Ultramarines to help us rule Nostramo."

"No, I didn't ask that, Conrad." Khalil smiled. "I mean, what's your impression of him?"

Conrad Koz looked over blankly: "It's just a letter, Khalil"

"Words, sometimes, can best reflect a person's true character."

"But why are you asking this?"

"Because he is your brother." Khalil said. "And you're going to have to deal with him sooner or later, aren't you?"

"...I think he's not bad." Conrad Koz said. "But I'm actually not sure, I mean, I haven't even met him in person."

Khalil couldn't help laughing: "Judging from that letter alone, you think he's pretty good, don't you?"

"It just seems a little proud. But I don't hate this kind of pride." Curz muttered. "If I fought for a long time like him and saved many people, I would be proud."

As he spoke, he reached out and handed over the letter.Khalil raised his eyebrows, and rejected the letter without even reading it: "This is a letter from him to you."

"Aren't you going to take a look?"

"Listen, Conrad, your brother respects you." Khalil shook his head. "I don't need to read the letter to feel these things. The list of supplies, the escort of five hundred Ultramarines."

"A man's character is hidden in these details. He respects you, so you should respect him, don't you? If you want to respect him, you should not show me the letter he wrote to you. "

"Is there any problem with that?" Conrad Curz asked blankly.

Only at this time, he behaved like a one and a half year old child - for the code, he is very professional.He also has plenty of ideas for Nostramo's future.Only in terms of human relationships, he still doesn't know much about it.

Khalil smiled.

"Unless it's an open letter...any letter is personal, Conrad. He's writing to you, not me. I don't think my name was mentioned in that letter?"

"No."

"That's it. This is a letter written especially for you. Therefore, only you can read it."

".I seem to understand."

"I don't understand, let's talk about it later." Khalil smiled slightly. "It's a bit interesting to help manage Nostramo. In a way, it's also a solution to the urgent need."

"Our clerical officers don't even get five hours off a day these days. There are a lot of people who are already showing signs of being overworked. So if they can help, that's a good thing. It's just .”

"only?"

"It's just that they are willing or not, I don't know. Besides, you are the master of the Eighth Army." Khalil said, he glanced at Conrad Koz, then stood up with a chuckle, Started packing cans and cutlery along the long table.

This action was so sudden that Konrad Koz was stunned, and he didn't even have time to refute the second half of Khalil's sentence.

"what are you doing?"

"Do what you can," Khalil replied calmly. "It's not good to leave this matter to the servants. They also have a lifespan, Conrad."

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