40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 97. 95. Drama (Follow-up)
In fact, it is much more than that.Guilliman thought.

But he didn't say this, he kept an appropriate and necessary silence.Some words are not suitable to be said, at least not right now.

"I don't think it's hard for you to understand," so he said.

Khalil raised an eyebrow.

"Is that a compliment?" He shook his head. "But you should know that I won't accept it?"

"Which thing? This compliment, or my proposal?"

"I answer two, but you have given a choice within a given range, very cunning, my friend. So, I will choose the former, Robert." Khalil smiled slightly. "Personally, I don't like politics very much."

Robert Guilliman sighed slowly.

There seemed to be a storm in those calm blue eyes, and it was fleeting, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving only a kind of calm relief.

He put down some things and picked up some things, and now, the giant sitting directly opposite Khalil looked like a man who had been tired for a long, long time.

Really similar.Khalil thought thoughtfully.

"Neither do I," said Robert Guilliman quietly. "But it's the foundation that keeps a lot of things going, so I had to learn it, get used to it, and use it."

"really?"

Guilliman frowned slowly, and after this sentence, he realized that Khalil Rohars was watching him with that deadly stare again. For a politician, being dug into his heart is more terrifying than being pointed at a hundred bolters at the same time.

At least what the latter can do is kill you, and they cannot force you to utter your true inner thoughts.

He groaned in pain.

"You're like a skilled digger," Guilliman whispered. "What do you want to do? To spy on all the secrets in my heart?"

"I can accept this compliment." Khalil chuckled. "However, relax, Robert. I will only know what I want to know, such as the true meaning behind the invitation. I will not expose some things, such as you actually need such a responsibility to prove yourself."

"."

After a long silence, Robert Guilliman chose to be honest.He had to be honest.

He spoke slowly.

"There are still many places in the extreme star field that have not been fully explored. The emperor has given me autonomy. I can do many things in this vast star field, and I will hardly be hindered by the laws of the empire. For example, I will give two agricultural planets to one of my brothers."

"You don't get paid for nothing," Khalil said. "One of the ancient languages ​​of Terra."

"The value of adamantine is beyond your imagination, Khalil. Most of the time, it is hard currency among hard currencies." Guilliman said seriously.

"It's not just what we need. If the production of Adamantite on Nostramo is really as sufficient as Conrad said, then I can use this Adamantite to do many things, such as trading with Mechanicus."

"And now, the main content of this trading route that is about to be opened is fine gold."

"Nostramo is in a state of waste and needs everything including food. I can make deals with you, but this is by no means a reason for me to take advantage of the fire. I can't ignore the value of fine gold and simply exchange it with materials and personnel assistance. I must make compensation."

"So you plan to use two agricultural planets as compensation?"

"Yes, that's why I invited you to participate in this exploration. The 'selection' participated by the instructors of the Eighth Legion can make some people shut their mouths to a greater extent."

He said it in a firm voice, and Khalil couldn't help laughing—clearly, Robert Guilliman was annoyed by those who talked about him behind his back.He didn't say it, but his words were enough to reveal the matter.

"How?" Robert Guilliman asked expectantly.

"I can't think of a reason to say no," Khalil said. "If the alliance relationship is not considered, I will reject your proposal. But if it is included, I have no reason to refuse."

"In other words, you agree?"

"Like I said"

Khalil stood up with a smile, and stretched out his right hand to him: "I can't think of a reason to refuse."

Guilliman did not complete this ancient etiquette right away, he stood up and was silent for a while before speaking.

"Can we do this another way?" he asked slightly awkwardly.
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The sound of the instrument was ticking, and the smell of disinfectant was very pungent, but it was not a problem for Van Cleef, after all, he could only faintly smell a little not so clear smell now.His nose hadn't been fully reshaped, nor had his tongue, on which the sense of smell depended to be fully functional.

From his throat, he let out a little hissing sound, which was no different from the usual greeting of the Nostramo.However, he did this not because he wanted to greet someone, but because his voice was recovering little by little.

The tingling feeling was too strong, and he needed to use this method to make himself feel better.

After doing this, he raised his right hand with great effort.The beating nerves and muscles on the thick bones are being reshaped at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood is rushing to the unobservable inside.

Staring at this terrifying scene, Van Cleef moved the five fingers of his right hand thoughtfully. They can now fully move, and the nerves and muscles at the front of the forearm also moved together.

Seeing this scene, a smile was finally born on his pale and weak face.

"I promised I'd fix you, VanCleef," said a giant sitting beside him. "And you can see it now, your body is recovering a little bit-so, don't you really want to inject a little sedative and sleep?"

Van Cleef opened his mouth, intending to speak, but moved a few times with his broken tongue, sticking out a few scorched teeth.He held them in the palm of his right hand, and then spoke, his voice was weird, but at least he was able to speak.

"I'm sure." He said with difficulty. "The dose of sedative. It will give me at least eight hours of sleep. The Ultramarines' medical officer will not spare the medicine."

The reason he gave made Khalil chuckle—he wasn't sure if Van Cleef was joking, but there was a sense of humor in it.

"In four hours, you'll be fully recovered," Khalil said. "So, I guess your plan is to go straight back to the station without wasting a second?"

"Yes," VanCleef hissed.

Don't get me wrong, of course he wasn't speaking Nostramo, it was just the breath in his throat that made it so.Frankly, the sound of his voice now is quite uncomfortable.

But Khalil doesn't care.

"So, how are you going to explain this to them?"

Van Cleef shook his head, white and red flesh intertwined and spread on his neck.

"They won't ask," he said. "At least. People other than Siani will not ask."

"Just because they don't ask, doesn't mean they don't have questions."

"I'll take care of it," said Van Cleef firmly. "You don't have to worry about that."

Staring at him, Khalil didn't speak.

VanCleef's two hearts beat endlessly between the plate-shaped bones, making monotonous and interlacing sounds.The bed was still covered with blood, but it was no longer a sticky mixture of flesh and blood, but the traces of what was left of what was left after the new flesh healed.

"I'm sorry," Khalil said quietly.

"You don't have to apologize," VanCleef replied calmly. "You are not the only one who failed."

　Stuck - this part is so hard to write, I'm going to fast forward anyway.

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