40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 46 46. Lesson 1 (1)

In silence, Fulgrim placed his right hand on the handle of a wooden door.

There was a delicate relief on its surface, and some craftsmen whose names he never knew had used silver to create fine lines on it, which made it feel very strange.

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Silence, silence, silence.

The Chemos closed his eyes, raised his head, and took a deep breath.

He was wearing a lavender long-sleeved top, his long hair was meticulously tied up behind his head, his posture was very serious, and he was holding a black book in his arms.

Compared to his usual preference for silk and off-the-shoulder robes, this look simply didn't look like him.

Calm down, Fulgrim. You're just here for class, you're just here to tell your brother what he needs to know. So you don't need to worry, you don't need to be afraid.

He opened his eyes and then pushed open the wooden door.

Conrad Coates, wearing that black robe, was sitting at a desk, waiting quietly.

"Good day, Mr. Fulgrim," he greeted calmly. "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Conrad, you-"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Fulgrim realized how weak his tone sounded now - he didn't look like he was here to teach, but rather like he was here to apologize.

Taking a deep breath, he quickly changed his stance. Fulgrim had spent so much time studying acting that he could become anyone he wanted.

Calmness came quickly, casting a calm shadow over his face. The Chemos man raised his head and acted calm. At the same time, he raised his right hand without any trace, and patted the right pocket of his coat casually.

There is a pendant in there.

"——I slept well last night." Fulgrim said calmly.

I didn't sleep at all.

"Really? That's good."

Konrad Curze nodded slightly, then stood up and made room for Fulgrim - there was no so-called 'teaching room' on the Emperor's Dream, and this matter was also decided suddenly, Therefore, the classroom was temporarily designated as Conrad Coates' bedroom.

There is only one desk here.

Fulgrim narrowed his eyes, walked over without fear, and then sat down calmly. His back was straight, and his silver hair tied into a ponytail swayed behind his head.

"Today is the first day of your course." The Chemos man said. "Therefore, I will teach you some of the most basic knowledge about the Empire."

He paused, turned his head and glanced at Conrad Coates, who was standing expressionless, and couldn't help but ask inquiringly: "Do you have any questions?"

"No."

"very good."

Pursing his lips, Fulgrim placed the book in his arms on the table. It had no name, the cover had obvious traces of handwork, and was very old.

"This is my own summary."

The Chemos blinked.

"It has been with me for a long time. Sixty-six years ago, I personally wrapped these soft papers with the skin of a wild beast. Since then, I have been carrying them with me and adding new knowledge and new knowledge. of pages, new words, new feelings.”

He turned his head and looked at Conrad Coates: "Now, I want to hand it to you, Conrad."

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"Conrad?"

"How long have you been thinking about those words?"

Fulgrim was horrified.

"What?" he asked very quickly. "How long for what?"

"You stretched out every last sound when you said that."

Conrad Coates said expressionlessly. "It doesn't sound like a normal conversation, so I guess you've rehearsed this a lot."

——What are you doing? !

Why is he so sharp? !

The Chemos pursed his lips in annoyance: "No, Conrad. Although that sentence was indeed inspired by me, I did not rehearse it as many times as you said."

He paused for a moment, stared into a pair of dark eyes, and said sincerely: "This is not necessary, is it?"

".maybe."

Conrad Coates looked away and looked at the book: "Didn't you give it a name?"

".No."

"Why?"

"Because I don't—wait, Conrad, I'm here to give you a lesson. Now, come sit down, we're pressed for time."

Fulgrim coughed: "In two weeks, your legion will arrive at Nostramo. You must learn this knowledge before then."

"What if I don't want to learn?" Conrad Coates asked.

The Chemos turned his head stiffly.

From those dark eyes, he realized that Konrad Coates was probably asking this question seriously.

"Why don't you want to learn?"

"Because I haven't seen them at all."

The pale giant frowned. "I was suddenly told that I have a group of blood sons. But I don't know them at all. Mr. Fulgrim, how should I face them?"

Slowly, the same depth appeared between Fulgrim's brows as his brother's.

For a while, he didn't even speak.

". First remove the word "Mr." from the end of my name, and I will give you a little suggestion. How about it, Conrad?

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Conrad Coates turned his head and muttered quietly: "You are cheating."

Finally—— Fulgrim sneered blatantly.

"I'm just cheating," he said bluntly. "Anyway, if you don't remove those two damn words, I won't tell you."

".Fulgrim." The pale giant said reluctantly. "Is this okay?"

ha.

One small step – an important first step!

Fulgrim nodded excitedly: "Very good!"

However, after that, he suddenly became silent.

He didn't know how to talk to his brother about that past.

Before his return, his legion was called the Third Legion. Fulgrim saw them on Terra. Unlike the concept of legion, there were only two hundred people left in the third legion.

Two hundred people.

A miserable scene appeared before his eyes, and Fulgrim could hardly breathe just thinking about it. Two hundred people, two hundred people he had never met

Two hundred people.

his two hundred sons.

The Chemos man lowered his head, and his voice, which used to be as elegant as an opera, now became deep and deep, like a lament at a funeral.

"Face it with a normal heart, Konrad." Fulgrim said in a low voice. "You have never met, yes, that's for sure. But you don't need to worry about that."

"Why?"

because

Fulgrim raised his head seriously.

"Because you are their Primarch."

"Each Legion awaits, my brother. They are given numbers by their father, not names, for the only one truly qualified to give them a name is their own Primarch."

"They were selected, trained, transformed, and our blood was injected into them without ever meeting them, but they already have a blood connection with us. This connection is pure, clear, and irresistible. "

“When you see it with your own eyes, you’ll understand.”

"But what if I don't deserve it?" Conrad Coates asked softly.

His question made the Chemos look at him in disbelief.

"I can't do anything well." The pale giant said, lowering his head. "I'm not making Nostramo better, it's Khalil who's been doing it."

"I didn't rescue Khalil. If it weren't for him, then Khalil would be dead."

"I didn't complete my first solo operation. I was chased half a city and then shot in the back with a hunting rifle. I fell down in an alley like some kind of animal."

Fulgrim opened his mouth, but found himself speechless.

Is this your past, Conrad?

".Besides, I also messed up last night's party."

Curze said lowly, the frustration evident in his tone. "I didn't want to do that, but I couldn't hold it back. I shouldn't have thrown that pendant in front of you. And Luo Jia, he"

"He deserved that beating," Fulgrim said suddenly and grimly.

His words made Konrad Curze raise his head in surprise.

"He was talking nonsense to a person he didn't understand at all, even though it was out of love and a good intention. However, people who have done wrong things should be punished."

Fulgrim shook his head.

"Also, Conrad. You are not as accomplished as you say you are."

Unconsciously, the pale giant nervously waited for Fulgrim's next words - he had told himself countless times to ignore him before the latter opened the door and came in, but he failed to do this after all. thing.

He was still wearing the clothes Fulgrim had given him.

"You saved Khalil Roharus," Fulgrim said calmly. "If it hadn't been for you, he would have burned himself to death with the kind of fire he lit with his own hands."

The ghost looked at him blankly.

"You are an anchor."

Fulgrim explained patiently. "He obviously has a lot of secrets about him, right? His power, his profound knowledge, and his creed that is completely different and incompatible with the Nostramos. These are all very obvious, aren't they?"

Ghost thought about it carefully, then his eyes widened in shock and he nodded.

"I don't know who he is, but he's clearly a kind man. He's despaired of the environment in Nostramo, and you're the only reason he's still sane, Conrad. Otherwise, why do you think he would-"

Fulgrim stopped and said no more.

"What does he want?" Ghost asked urgently.

He turned a blind eye to Luo Jia's insult. Provocation, he also pretended not to hear it. Only when it comes to you, only when Luo Jia describes you as a child who knows nothing.

Fulgrim shook his head calmly, and a picture emerged in his mind, with two points of cold blue light emerging.

And a giant with an angry expression.

"Nothing, Conrad," the Chemos man said slowly.

"you can not do that!"

"What kind?"

"You can't - you can't, I, I want to hear the answer to that question!"

Fulgrim smiled slightly and touched the pendant in his pocket again, his eyes gentle.

"Let's continue the class, okay?" he asked softly. "I will tell you the answer after today's lesson."

Conrad Coates looked at him for a long time, and finally quickly moved a second chair and sat at the desk with him.

Who said I was poked? I just flashed my waist! Night Lords, capture these traitors!