40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 41 41. A dinner party (2)

The dinner is being prepared nervously, and many people are busy.

The proud chef, the polite and expectant waiter, the recorder who flexes his fingers waiting to write a note, the painter who adjusts the paint.

They are not the protagonists of the party, but they will be proud to be its annotations.

Therefore, the dinner will be held as scheduled.

In fact, of course it would go ahead - no one on this ship could go against the will of the One named the Emperor. His word is the law, and his will is the will of all.

But sometimes there are exceptions.

"Lord!"

When he heard the voice of Constantine Valdo, the giant in a white robe with gold trim sighed.

Then he turned and responded in a gentle tone: "Here I am, Constantine."

"Why-" His marshal stood there in disbelief. "——Why?"

"Why?"

"banquet!"

"You want to ask why I don't let you stand behind me as a statue of death as usual?"

"That's our duty!" said Constantine Waldo, grimly. "How can the emperor of mankind not have the Imperial Guard always accompanying him at the banquet?!"

"I just wanted to have a meal with my sons, which I have not done since the beginning of this journey. I beg you, Constantine"

The giant rubbed his brows tiredly, and the movement made the laurel crown on his forehead sway: "Occasionally, I need to become someone other than the emperor."

".Does the holder of the seal agree?"

"This is just a dinner party, Constantine. Does this kind of thing also require his permission?"

The giant shook his head in a funny way. He knew what his marshal meant, and he just wanted to seek some support from Macado - political means that Constantine also knew how to use.

He doesn't use it much, but he knows how. He must know it too. Unknowingly, the giant's thoughts began to wander to a distant era, when he was not as tired as he is today.

But I don't want to use political means now. Constantine.

I just wanted to sit down in peace and enjoy a dinner party. For this reason, I even have to live up to the expectations of those recorders and painters.

I must.

He stared at his marshal in silence.

".I understand, my lord."

"Thank you, Constantine." The giant said sincerely.

Seeing this scene, the emotions in the Marshal of the Forbidden Army disappeared in an instant.

——

The moment the splendid and heavy door was closed, the dinner officially began. To Fulgrim's surprise, there were very few dishes on the table, and they were all dishes he had never seen before.

If it were in the past, he would be very concerned and even ask - after all, the dishes at the banquet can reflect their father's preferences to some extent.

But now. He is just silent.

He leaned back in his chair without saying a word, as silent as Ferrus Manus. The latter sat beside him without questioning or seeking eye contact.

He just exists - that's enough.

Ferus was always very patient.

But someone didn't.

"Father?" Luo Jia's voice sounded from the other side of the long table. "Is this a new dish developed by the chefs? It looks delicious."

"No," the Emperor said calmly. "It existed a long time ago."

"Including this kind of tableware, father?" Roger Dorn asked.

He was wearing clothes mainly white and blue, with the collar buttoned tightly. Under his short gray-white hair, his eyes were staring thoughtfully.

He held two long wooden sticks in his hands. Those things might be called weapons to a mortal, but in the hands of a demigod like him, they could only be used as tableware.

The Emperor nodded slowly.

"I guess they were just made, father?" Luo Jia asked, his tone was very urgent, as if he couldn't wait to be recognized.

And his father nodded again, confirming Luo Jia's question. The latter immediately smiled and explained in a low voice to Conrad Coates beside him.

"This kind of tableware felt very round, but it didn't have the engravings on the surface that you would find on knives and forks. Furthermore, I had never seen it before. So I knew it must have been made recently."

Conrad Coates nodded: "It's called chopsticks."

Luo Jia was stunned.

"Wha, what?" he asked, blinking. "Brother, what did you just say?"

"Chopsticks, that's what it's called," Coates said. "Khalil has used it before."

After saying these words, a man of average size next to him raised his head helplessly but calmly - and after that, all eyes except the emperor were focused on his face.

If it were an ordinary mortal, he would probably have started to tremble.

But he didn't.

Khalil Lohars nodded slowly: "Yes, distinguished Primarchs, it is called Chopsticks."

"No offense - but how did you know?" Luo Jia asked with a frown.

While he was asking questions, he kept turning his eyes to look at his father, but his father was just tasting some meat picked up from the clear soup, his expression was very calm, and he didn't seem to pay attention to what was happening here.

"I've used it," Khalil said quietly. "Conrad said that, didn't he?"

On the other side, Rogal Dorn narrowed his eyes. This familiar way of speaking gave him a strange sense of déjà vu.

However, since Khalil Lohars can teach their brothers to be so kind, he cannot be the kind of person he speculates at the moment.

Secondly, he didn't think anyone would really dare to imitate him in front of the emperor.

"Have you ever used it?" Luo Jia straightened her back in surprise. "But--"

"——That's enough, Luojia." The emperor interrupted majestically. "Our guest has not eaten any food yet, but you have already asked him several questions."

He paused for a moment, looked at Luo Jia, and then shook his head.

Apart from that, he said nothing more.

The golden-skinned giant nodded reluctantly, picked up the tableware called chopsticks, and waved it around without any instruction.

The silent eating continued for a while, and Khalil used chopsticks calmly but unfamiliarly. The way he picked up vegetables made Luo Jia very concerned.

When the latter saw his unfamiliar movements, he couldn't help but smile at a certain moment. Although it was fleeting, Kurtz still caught it.

Khalil noticed this and had to press his heavy boots against his shins to keep Koz from doing anything he shouldn't.

But after all, not everyone wants to remain silent.

After taking a deep breath, Fulgrim stood up slowly.

"Mr. Khalil Lohars" He lowered his head, his neatly combed silver hair was tied back, and his handsome face was now shrouded in darkness.

He spoke in a low voice.

"I want to apologize to you."

Luojia's eyes widened, Ferus shook his head as expected, and Rogal Dorn listened in silence. The Emperor was still tasting the food.

Khalil glanced sideways at Midnight Ghost, who turned his head away without saying a word and put the chopsticks on the table.

+ Mr. Nios. +

+I won't get involved, this is between you. +

Khalil pursed his lips, and he had to stand up - to be precise, he jumped off the chair that allowed him to reach the table, and then responded to Fulgrim's words.

"What's the reason?" He asked with a very calm attitude, which even made Luo Jia feel suddenly angry. He concealed himself well, but was still captured by Conrad Coates.

The latter looked at him again.

"Because of my pride." Fulgrim lowered his head and said. "I hurt your adopted son, my brother."

"He was never my adopted son and there was no such relationship between us."

"But you raised him."

“Just partners doing the same job.”

Roger Dorn glanced at Konrad Coates, who was unexpectedly calm at the moment - there was no fluctuation in his eyes at all, and he didn't feel anything about Khalil's words.

Dawn frowned.

"I wanted to interrupt, sorry."

He also stood up and asked seriously. "Fulgrim, what is going on? My father is hosting this banquet to welcome our brother back, and yet you are here apologizing to his adoptive father?"

"It's a collaborator."

"A title is just a title, the substantive relationship is the most important." Dorn said. "Mr. Khalil, you should know this."

Khalil raised his eyebrows slowly - this was a bit more than he expected.

He knew the Primarchs only by their names, and that was only shortly before the feast began. He was informed by a waiter standing on tiptoe on the steps with pride and arrogance. He never thought that one of these demigods would be like this.

Direct person?

He smiled.

"Because I hurt our brother's feelings, Roger."

Fulgrim's violet eyes flashed with pain, and the giant with a pair of silver arms sitting next to him sighed inaudibly. He didn't look at him, but he seemed to know everything.

"Like you said, Roger, you should apologize for doing something wrong, right? And I'm doing it now. I can't think of a more solemn occasion than a dinner party, and I have to use it to express My apologies.”

Fulgrim raised his head stubbornly: "I must, Rogge, I must."

+You really don’t plan to——+

+ Yes, I should not stop or mediate with words at this time, I should be a fair observer. +

Khalil sighed.

"So, this is probably a misunderstanding." He said calmly.

His High Gothic no longer had any accent, and with his current appearance, he was as noble as a lord or governor. "And misunderstandings are always easy to resolve, right, Conrad?"

"."

Under his gaze, Conrad Curze—or the Midnight Ghost—finally stood up reluctantly.

Lorgar Aurelion watched all this with open mouth.

Let’s talk about the release first. It will be released in 7.1, and then there will be an update of thirty chapters.