40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 91. 89. Traces of Killing (Part 3, [-]k)

Robert Guilliman got out of the car slowly.

It was already evening, and he usually didn't care much about the passage of time during the working day. After all, it was time-consuming to deal with various affairs.

Today was different, he stood in front of the car door, staring at the setting sun that was about to disappear completely for a while.The dim light seemed to be a vague farewell, persuading people to go home.

A gust of wind blew, and Guilliman lowered his head and threw all his useless philosophical thoughts into a corner. He would relive these delicate emotions before going to bed—if he could sleep tonight.

"The Primarch."

His First Chapter Commander Marius Gage spoke to him behind his back in a serious voice: "According to your order, no one approached, we only guarded outside the school. He has been in for more than 35 minutes."

"anything else?"

Guilliman turned his head and unbuttoned the top button of his uniform by the way. The temperature gradually became cold, but he wanted to let this coldness wash away his thoughts after processing the official documents.

For no reason, he remembered the descriptions in those supernatural ghost stories.

Generally speaking, monsters only appear in the dark.

Why?Because they are afraid of the sun?

"No." Gage replied seriously. "There was no sound of fighting, no screams, nothing. The communication channel was even quiet, and he didn't say anything."

The lines of Guilliman's face tightened.

He started to walk, and quickly approached the completely deserted school gate.The huge and heavy iron gate was opened, and the darkness had gradually descended. Looking inside, there was a huge playground and some sculptures standing in the center of the playground.

Darkness swallowed all the details.The trees on both sides of the road swayed their leaves slowly with the breeze, and there seemed to be something else mixed in with the rustling sound.

"Where is he?" Guilliman asked.

"We don't know, Primarch," Gage said, a little frustrated. "You have ordered that no instrument be used to monitor or check his location, so we have shut down all the monitoring in the school."

Guilliman stopped in his tracks. "Don't you think that's right?"

"I don't think that's right," Gage admitted. "Not at all, my lord."

Guilliman didn't answer, he just continued to stare into the darkness.After a while, he began to take off his uniform, and then took off his laurel crown.Gage watched the scene, already guessing what his Primarch was going to do.

He sighed.

"I wish Ms. Euton was here, my lord," Gage muttered.

"If she knew what we were doing in Macragge, she would be the first to question you, my First Chapter Master."

Guilliman gave a low laugh, and then gave the order amidst Gage's helpless expression.

"Everyone is alert."

"You really want to go in?"

"of course."

Robert Guilliman, who was wearing a uniform shirt, nodded slowly, and took out a pistol from his belt.

That is his personal treasure, the Messerian beam pistol, derived from ancient technology, powerful and reliable.The most important point is that it fits his hand very well.

In this way, he walked slowly into the darkness.

It was so still.thought Robert Guilliman.It's so quiet that it doesn't look like a school, but like a school.
It's like a cemetery.

He sighed, starting to get bored with the thought of - yes, that's right.He went to work after his chat with Khalil Rohars, or rather, he spent an afternoon reading ghost stories while processing paperwork.

Therefore, it is only natural to be affected a little at this moment.

As for the latter, he went to the hospital to visit First Company Commander Van Cleef before starting work.He inspected back and forth in the city, almost walking all over Macragge, but it was only when the evening approached that he made sure of his first work location.

And this school is the University of Jericho, which is famous in Macragge.

It is the cradle of philosophers and writers. In the past 100 years, more than seventeen winners of the highest literary awards have been born.Robert Guilliman knew these things so well that he knew them all.

At this moment, he was walking quietly on the playground of Jericho University, his boots touched the ground, and the turf made a slight sound between the friction.

The statues of the sages of the past gazed silently above Guilliman's head, and in return Robert Guilliman silently called out the names of each of them in his mind.

Actually, more than that.

He has even seen each of their works and still remembers some of the controversial episodes.Literature hardly contributes to the promotion of technology, but everyone likes to listen to stories, and stories are the earliest carrier of literature. No one can do without stories.

He diffused his thoughts endlessly, and continued to walk quietly in the dark.

He held the gun, its trigger silently passing icy heat on his forefinger.

It was against the rules and regulations to keep your finger on the trigger guard at all times when you were unsure about firing a gun. Guilliman knew the rules and regulations, but he had to break them.

His gun required half a second to warm up before firing, which meant that if it was going to fire tonight, he'd have to keep his finger on the trigger all the time.

Almost like a preparation, a note to an uncertain future or, a forewarning?
Guilliman smiled.

What am I thinking?Be forewarned?

Robert Guilliman, you are absolutely insane.Not only did you believe the rhetoric, you even got him to act on it.

Just look at what the highest halls of philosophy, once brightly lit and debates lasted all night long, look like now.
dead, gloomy, cold
cold?

Guilliman stopped and turned sharply, but there was nothing behind him.The playground stared at him in the dark, like a huge monster with its mouth open.The breeze was blowing, and his excellent hearing allowed him to hear the rustling of the leaves again.

And that feeling is still there.

Cold - it's everywhere.

Robert Guilliman stared gravely into the darkness, he could see through it, and of course he could see every detail.Half a minute later, he made sure again that there was no one else on the playground except him.

"The Primarch?"

Gage's voice came through his comm headset. "You have been in for 5 minutes, how is the situation?"

"Everything is fine," Guilliman said. "Except that I still can't find where he is."

Gage sighed, didn't say anything, but seemed to say everything.

"Be patient, Gage, this isn't the first time you've dealt with people from the Eighth Legion, is it? They've always been elusive when they're on the battlefield. Also, how's the temperature tonight?"

"22 degrees Celsius. What's the matter, Primarch? Why are you asking this?"

"Nothing, I just want to know." Guilliman replied calmly. "Continue to be vigilant, I will come out after another 10 minutes of searching."

He turned around, intending to go to the teaching building to take a look, but at this moment, his movements suddenly froze.Then, he raised the gun in his hand.

Behind him—to be precise, directly in front of him at this moment, there is a slender figure waiting quietly.

Guilliman lowered his gun after three seconds.

"Instructor Khalil." He greeted softly. "Good evening."

"Good evening, my lord." Khalil Rohars nodded calmly and without emotion. He stood in the darkness indifferently, with his hands hanging down naturally, in a relaxed posture.

And Guilliman was pretty sure he wasn't here just now.

He's not here, Guilliman told himself calmly, he was definitely not here just now.

So, where was he just now?
"How is your work going?" Guilliman asked.

"very successful."

Khalil said.Apart from this brief evaluation, he said nothing, not even a superfluous explanation.

Guilliman frowned inevitably.He put the gun back on his belt, expressing his will with a small movement.As he did this, he kept looking intently into Khalil's eyes, trying to read his reaction.

However, the giant standing opposite him was as calm as if he had died, his eyeballs didn't even move, and he just looked at Guilliman.

".Success? I don't see any evidence to support your claim." Guilliman decided to open the situation himself. "You came here to help me deal with Macragge's threat, Instructor Khalil, you said you would kill every monster that dared to invade here. Where are the monsters?"

"Dead," Khalil said succinctly.

Guilliman almost laughed angrily.

"I gave you the greatest support, Instructor Khalil. I asked my legion to guard you, and let the students and professors in the university leave their research halls. I even entered your workplace myself without your response, instead of letting my legion search for your traces! Now, you tell me, they are dead, so what about the corpses?"

"Actually, Lord Robert Guilliman, I'd rather you not even come in if you could." Khalil shook his head slowly. "Plus, they don't have corpses."

Guilliman's eyes twitched.

He raised his right hand resolutely, and swung it like a sword: "Enough, I have heard enough riddles today. I need to see the evidence now, Khalil Rohars, otherwise I can only treat you as a liar."

He glared aggressively at the giant, who returned a quiet stare.

There was a flash of anger.

Again.Guilliman thought angrily.It's this look again, as if I'm a child who doesn't understand anything and is throwing a tantrum, why does he dare to despise me like this?

His anger came and went quickly.Guilliman was not angry for long, his rationality quickly restored his composure.After a moment of silence, he made a gesture: "I need the truth."

Firm tone.

So Khalil could only sigh.

"Come with me." He turned around.

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(End of this chapter)