40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 175 36. Unfinished business

"Strictly speaking—" said Conrad Coates. "——Our behavior can be regarded as committing a felony to a certain extent."

Khalil replied without raising his head: "There is no imperial law that stipulates that the legion is not allowed to add regulations on the selection of new recruits."

"But you call it the twentieth surgery."

"It is not a surgery, but it is not much different from surgery. They all need to bleed, be injured, and be in pain. The only difference is that the surgeon and the patient are themselves, that's all. Furthermore, this statement is different from a weird and confusing Much better for the rituals that lead to somnambulism, Conrad."

Conrad Coates nodded and agreed with Khalil's statement.

He is one of the only two promoters of this matter. How much of the inquiry at this moment is really because he has an opinion on the name of the twentieth operation, or is he trying to use this as an excuse to open up other topics? I'm afraid no one knows the answer.

The Lord of Midnight has now learned some special skills, no one taught him, he is self-taught - he can keep a straight face and hide all emotions, like throwing them into a box in his heart.

Is this good?

Conrad Coates didn't have the answer, but he didn't care about the answer right now.

He leaned against the wall behind Khalil, rubbing his back against the cold wall and feeling a long-lost comfort. The war is over, but the outcome can still be classified as 'good'. This is enough, Coz doesn't expect too much.

He squinted his eyes, watching Khalil write line after line on the blank document, and couldn't help but ask a question: "When did you become proficient in this matter?"

"What's up?"

"Write a document."

Curze shrugged, knowing that Khalil could tell what action he was doing through the disturbance in the air.

"You look like another Robert when you write these documents."

"Have you ever seen him write documents?"

"No, he always uses the data pad."

"Then I-"

Khalil turned his head and thrust a pen into Conrad Coates' hand.

"Not another Roboute Guilliman, but a more old-school professional word processor. Now it's up to you, Konrad, since you're done with the meeting and you're here to talk to me, then Let’s chat while correcting the documents.”

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"Why, don't you want to?"

".I thought I would get a little break after a war."

"If the Lord of the Legion wants to rest, then rest."

Khalil smiled slightly, put one hand on the back of the chair and shook his head.

"Paperwork isn't going to get away anyway, is it? Whether you write it or not, it's there so you can go get some rest, Conrad."

"What do you mean I can take a rest?" Kurtz raised half of his eyebrows, which made his expression look a little intriguing. "I am the master of the legion, Khalil. If I want to rest, I can rest."

"yes."

"yes?"

"Yes, you can rest if you want." Khalil nodded with a half-smile. "Then rest."

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Conrad Coates walked around him wordlessly and came to the opposite side of the table. He moved out the full-size chair, sat down silently, and started doing paperwork like Khalil.

Frankly speaking, his handwriting was beautiful enough that Khalil could tell that it was derived from Fulgrim just by looking at it. However, Konrad Curze wrote very quickly, which led to confusion between words. Many connected lines.

And they are not soft.

They are not curved arcs, they even look as straight as blades, very much in the personal style of Konrad Coates.

Very difficult to understand.

"Conrad, I have to say that although your font is very personal, it also caused a lot of trouble for our clerical officials." Khalil tapped his fingers on the table. “They even had to come to me a few times.”

The tip of Conrad Coates' writing pen suddenly stopped.

".What are they looking for you for?"

"Drinking tea, chatting, studying which knuckles of other people's fingers can cause more pain - what do you think?" Khalil asked with a smile. "What do you think they are here for?"

"The ring finger or index finger is better."

"Ah, I think it's better to bend four fingers at once and then snap them back again. But, what do you think they came to do with me?"

Conrad Coates put down the pen in his hand wordlessly and curled his lips dullly: "I have long said that I would implement paperless office. Robert even gave us a batch of data pads, but you didn't. You have to ask for paper documents in this matter.”

"What I'm talking about was long before you wanted to go paperless, Conrad. And it's normal to use paper documents in this matter."

Khalil shook his head, his dark eyes calm. Today he was wearing a dark blue long-sleeved top and a black and gray vest - standard office clothing, from a tailor who traveled with the Emperor's Dream.

Before this expedition, he gave several pieces of clothing of different styles and uses to Khalil without asking for anything in return or even saying why.

"Although paper documents are more cumbersome to store and not as convenient and quick to search as data boards, even the Ultramarines have not eliminated them. You might as well think about the reason, Conrad."

"I don't want to."

"Huh?"

"I don't want to think now." Conrad Curze said. "I just want to get back to Nostramo as soon as possible, Khalil, and then I will recruit soldiers, and then, I will--"

He paused strangely, pursed his lips, said nothing, and turned his eyes to the ground. It seemed like he was silent, but also like he was thinking. Khalil stared at him silently, waiting for the next step, and Curze did not disappoint him.

"--It seems too early to say this now." Conrad Curze said in a rational tone that was completely unlike his own. "Nostramo is still not suitable for conscription."

He concluded and overturned his own thoughts. He controlled himself with reason, and Khalil sighed imperceptibly.

"Then," he said slowly. "When do you think is the right time, Conrad?"

"I don't have an answer either." The giant who just said he didn't want to think thoughtfully supported his cheek with his right hand.

He stared at the table and began to chase the lightning patterns on it with his eyes - everyone has different habits when thinking, and this is Conrad Curz's habit, which comes from a long time ago.

It comes from the time when he was still squatting on the gargoyle waiting for the man named Caril Rohals to tell him what to do. At that time, he would chase the figures and vehicles on the ground with his eyes while thinking about some unimportant things.

At that time, they didn't know what was hidden above the gloomy sky of Nostramo, nor did they know each other's true identity.

They hunted together for many nights, and the two monsters created one horrific tragedy after another, and the bodies of the victims could even fill several streets in Quintus.

And now?

Conrad Curze laughed shrilly, it was very abrupt, but it was normal for him to show it - he was handsome, inappropriate and inappropriate, he was even handsome to the point of being beautiful, which was the best proof of being a creation of the Emperor.

But he himself turned this beauty into a temperament mixed with danger. On weekdays, this danger was invisible, and it would only be truly revealed at a few times and in front of a few people.

"I don't have an answer, Khalil." The Lord of Midnight chuckled and shook his head, his smile was almost a mockery. But who was he mocking?

Khalil also had no answer to this.

"Sometimes, I feel that I have changed." Conrad Curze smiled without a smile. "Sometimes, I would ask myself silently in my heart - is it a good idea to abandon Nostramo to participate in a war?"

"I know the necessity of the Great Crusade, and I also know that I shouldn't think so. But it's hard to convince myself to do the right thing, Khalil."

He looked at the giant who was very similar to him, and spoke softly, his dark eyes staring at him closely: "How did you do it?"

"What did you do?"

"Always do the right thing."

"I never did this, Conrad." Khalil told him calmly.

"I have made many mistakes, some of which still haunt me now, and some of which serve as my own warnings. No one can always do the right thing, and those who force themselves to do so will all become monsters without exception. Paranoia is a kind of curse on us, and anyone can be paranoid in some aspects. For example, I am used to telling things in riddles, and most of the time I take everything on my shoulders. For example, the Emperor, he-"

Khalil couldn't help but smile: "- let's not talk about him."

"Why?"

"Are you really asking, or are you going to continue this matter and twist it into an awkward chat that makes fun of your father?"

Korz, whose true intentions were exposed, was not annoyed, but smiled and picked up the quill and continued writing. After a few minutes, he finished his writing, handed the document to Khalil, and walked out of the room.

Khalil watched him go away, lowered his head, and began to read.

He saw that the words that Conrad Curz had written at the beginning had been crossed out by a big X by him, and below the blank space of the document, there were four lines of small words. The font has changed, and the words are no longer continuous, making it very easy to distinguish.

"We all have unfinished business, father."

"I could just be a killer, a fierce assassin, but I realize that I can't do that. If the crime is not judged, our killing is meaningless. I used to dislike being changed, and even had some resistance to wearing the clothes Fulgrim gave me. But now, I realize that I must change."

"If I don't change, more people will be cruelly changed by this world."

"Let's go back to Nostramo, let's change it first."

The update is complete, and a new volume will be opened tomorrow. Sevatar and others will appear.

By the way, let me say something from my heart.

The data fell this month, which is my own fault. I can't wash it. I have read everyone's comments. In short, thank you everyone who has read this. I will try my best to make this story exciting again.

In addition, the Shattered Steel Soul next door is on the shelves! Go and see it! If anyone doesn't know, this book is about raising Perturabo! It's a wonderful time now.