40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 324 44. Interlude: Knight and King of Knights (Part 2)

"You have violated Imperial law," Luthor said.

He chose to use this sentence as the first sentence after they reunited after a long separation. As an opening remarks, this sentence is really bad.

"Which one?" Leon El'Jonson asked indifferently.

"Every one," Luther said.

He pulled off his cloak and hung it on the wall. Then he took off two more armed belts and placed them neatly on the table beside him. He never looked directly at the lion, not even once. All his eyes were crossed deliberately.

Leon El'Jonson observed him and fell silent.

Luther did not speak to break the hard-won calm atmosphere, but slowly pulled a lever. His wall flipped over, and a wall hung with all kinds of weapons and equipment replaced the dull-looking dark gray metal before.

He pulled up a chair and sat down, and began to examine his prosthetic limb with a complete set of instruments. Leon El'Jonson still didn't speak, but came to the wall and observed Luther's equipment.

He frowned and looked at it carefully, but did not reach out to touch it.

Luther raised his head and glanced at his back, and finally chose to speak: "You can take them off and take a look."

"If that means your permission."

Leon turned his head, glanced back at him, and finally reached out and took out a power dagger placed in the center. Perturabo's seal did not escape his eyes, and he touched and rubbed it with his fingers for a moment to confirm its authenticity.

"Have you ever been to Olympia?"

"Yes." Luther said without raising his head. The artificial muscle fibers on the forearm of the metal arm were moving in waves, which looked very weird.

"when?"

"confidential."

"Even for me?"

"You don't belong in this organization, Lion," Luther said. "So yes, it's confidential to you."

He clenched each finger, then unclenched them one by one, feeling the movement of his arm. After confirming that there was no problem with his arms, he reached out and took off the two short submachine pistols from his belt, placed them on the table nearby, and began to perform maintenance and care.

Leon El'Jonson came behind him holding the sword and watched him skillfully dismantle the two firearms for care and maintenance. His expression did not change, but his eyes were a little glazed.

"So, you think you no longer belong to the Dark Angels?" After a long time, he asked.

"I was expelled from the Legion by you, Lion," Luther replied. "And it was a public trial. I'm still a Caliban, but I'm no longer a knight."

"Hypocritical." Leon said coldly. "You're still a knight at heart, I can tell, otherwise why would you be talking to that agent about those things?"

Luther put down the tools in his hands, remained silent for a few seconds, and finally chose to have a direct conversation. He turned around, looked up at Leon El'Jonson, and shook his head at him.

"You want the Legion to track down my traces across the galaxy?"

"Occasionally."

"Why?"

"Because there was something wrong with the outcome of that trial." Leon frowned. "I can't sit back and let a wrong thing become our history. It will make your name covered in dust. This kind of thing must never happen. It is enough to deprive others of their honor once."

"Do you think I care about this kind of thing?" Luther asked, raising his head. There was an indifferent smile spreading on his face, which was far older than before.

He was old. Looking at him, Leon El'Jonson suddenly realized this. Moreover, he saw a completely different Luther from the new scars that he was not familiar with.

Realizing this made him instinctively clench his fists, the power dagger from the Lord of Steel crunching in his hands.

".But I care." Leon said through gritted teeth. "I have to be impartial."

"You're getting angry again," Luther said, and for some reason he didn't seem surprised.

"I don't."

"You have it, and you are suppressing it. This is a hard-won progress." Luther looked into his eyes and spoke out the next words word by word. "But that's not enough, Lion. As long as you track me down, you still can't truly move on from the past."

Leon El'Jonson looked at him calmly, without saying a word, his power dagger gleaming in his hand.

"You are a Primarch, and there are countless things in your life that are more important than me. You mobilize the legion's manpower and let them violate their duties to track me down in the galaxy. Is this what a knight should do? You said You must maintain justice, but you let a group of knights violate their oath, is this worthy of being called justice? "

Luther shook his head and finished his sentence.

However, facing his attack, Leon El'Jonson laughed. Although the smile was not very gentle, it was enough to surprise Luther.

He did not expect that he would get such a result. He originally thought that the lion would immediately become furious and refute his words, and there might be fierce conflicts during the period.

His surprise did not escape Leon's eyes. The leader of the First Army turned around and hung the dagger back on the wall. After a few seconds, his calm voice filled the room.

"We have all changed, Luther. I am not familiar with you now, just as you are not familiar with me now. You tried to use words to provoke me into anger, and you succeeded, but anger is no longer an enemy I need to worry about. In addition, there is only one force in the legion that actually pursues you with my orders."

Luther frowned immediately.

He had been away from the treacherous political situation within the First Legion for many years, and after leaving, he realized that his former desire for power was actually destroying his pride as a knight.

He had developed a distaste for politics and similar dirty games, but that didn't mean his experience was gone.

With just these words from Leon El'Jonson, he immediately realized something.

"How is Caliban doing now?" he asked.

"As Malcador's best agent, haven't you used your authority to investigate it over the years?"

"No."

"Even once?"

"Not once," Luther repeated. "The only two powers I hold are to learn secrets and to kill for them. I will not do any other unnecessary things. In addition, Malcador has never called me his best agent. ”

"Then you have to work hard for this." The leader of the First Army turned around and told Luther seriously. His words surprised the latter again.

"Besides, you're missing out on a lot of things. Caliban now."

He paused for a moment, and from that wild and noble face, Luther actually saw a sense of depression that had been suppressed for a long time.

"It's not what it used to be," said Leon El'Jonson. "Some kind of conflict had broken out that I couldn't regulate, and I discovered it too late. The situation on Caliban was changing dramatically."

"I'm more concerned about why there are people in the legion who bypass your orders and act independently."

Leon El'Jonson shook his head nonchalantly: "We will talk about this later."

He acted calmly, but Luther saw a strong murderous intent in his eyes.

"So, what do you want to say?" Luther asked.

"The next thing is confidential." Leon replied. "Even to you, you are not part of my Legion. So, yes, these things are confidential to you."

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Luther smiled silently, something beginning to change between them. After a few seconds, he spoke again: "There is no way I would abandon my duties and go to Caliban just because of your words, Leon."

"I thought you were going to keep calling me Lion."

"That's no longer necessary - but, back to the point. There's no way I could just leave what I have to do and go back to Caliban to assist you with those things. There are too many things involved, too many rules. And the system. What's more, how do you plan to get me back into the legion with integrity?"

"This is not something you need to worry about." Leon El'Jonson replied calmly, as if he had already made a plan.

"which one?"

"Every piece." Leon said, he raised his hand, took out a parchment roll from the dark green cloak he was wearing, and handed it to Luther.

The old knight reached out and took it, and at first glance he saw the emblem belonging to Malcador, and then the emblem of their organization. These two things made him frown. He spent a few minutes carefully reading the document back and forth several times, and finally came to a conclusion.

"It was Malcador who helped you find me."

"Yes." Leon El'Jonson nodded. "I got in touch with one of his spies. To be precise, it was the latter who took the initiative to find me and conveyed to me Malcador's handwriting and the possible location of you and your partner."

Luther silently put away the document and stuffed it into the lining of his breastplate. They fell into silence again in a tacit understanding. Both of them knew that the one who spoke first would fall into passivity, so no one chose to break the silence first.

This was a suffocating silence, but to the two people present, it was nothing.

They had experienced something more suffocating than this in many years.

"Listen, Luther." After a long silence, Leon El'Jonson chose to let himself fall into passivity.

He looked sincerely into the latter's eyes, and in those shining emerald eyes there were memories of the past rushing towards him.

Luther fell into a trance involuntarily, and suddenly, he smelled the smell of the forest—moist soil, cold air, fog enough to reach his knees. Then, there was Leon El'Jonson's voice.

"I need your help," he said.

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