40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 78 76. The Eighth Legion (12, 3k)

Embryos or, consumables.

Khalil calmly put down the document in his hand.

Thirteen thousand two hundred and forty-one people, more or less. But for the Eighth Legion on the Night Veil, it is a big problem.

"We don't have the ability to house them now," Conrad Coates said bitterly.

"There are only soldiers and weapons on the Night Veil. We don't have the tools or machines to change the environment of Nostramo. Even if all the legion soldiers are sent out to maintain order, it will only create a larger violent organization."

"Like you said, Khalil, they will definitely try to join our 'gang'."

The leader of the Eighth Legion shook his head and said softly, "I don't want to see that happen."

Khalil smiled, and Kurtz's mood calmed down at this moment. The anxiety and the feeling of complete inability to do anything about the matter disappeared for the time being. Unknowingly, he seemed to have become that midnight ghost again.

In response, the instructor of the Eighth Legion just gave him a calm gaze.

Some things must be corrected.

"Then, you have to find a way to solve it yourself." Khalil said. “You don’t have to come to me for everything and want my opinions or suggestions.”

"Do you want to use that sentence to try to prevaricate me again?" Coz frowned dissatisfied.

"Which sentence?"

"You are the leader of the Eighth Legion." Konrad Coze replied angrily. He didn't sound like one, but the helplessness in his tone was very accurate.

Khalil couldn't help but laugh. However, what appeared after the brief smile was a more profound emotion.

"If you keep this up, I will," he said quietly. "If you continue to come to me for advice and rely on me for everything, one day I will really become the de facto master of the Eighth Legion."

".ah?"

"Don't play dumb, I can see that's what you're thinking, Conrad."

Khalil shook his head.

"Do you think I don't know that those daily updates of the appointment letter were the result of your painstaking efforts to flip through the code and search for each word? You are really willing to expand the title of an instructor to such an extent. Work hard."

"I don't understand what you are talking about." Kurtz raised his head and replied.

"There's a fine line between pretending you don't understand and really not understanding, and I'm very familiar with your 'really don't understand' look, Conrad."

".I just want to ask you how you should do this."

Curze leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, the same posture as Khalil at some point. There was a hint of obvious dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"Is this also wrong?"

"It's okay to discuss, but not to ask for my opinion. And your attitude is obviously the latter. Conrad, you have realized how important your responsibilities are, but you must try to let go of your dependence on me."

"People will always depend on something." Conrad Coates said.

He stretched out his right hand, and Sen Han's short sword poked out of his sleeve in the next second, with terrifying speed.

"Use my gift as proof?"

"Use your gift to prove it."

Khalil chuckled again - the short trial was over, and he had reached a conclusion, although it was not the answer he wanted most, but

"You've calculated everything. It's only been ten days since you took office." He smiled and shook his head. "Okay. So, Lord of the Eighth Legion, tell me, what are you going to do?"

Conrad Coates lowered his head and pondered for a while. When he raised his head again, his expression had become extremely serious.

"Adamantite." He whispered seriously.

"Thirteen thousand two hundred and forty-one people. Even if you cross out those eight-year-old children from the list, there are enough people left to mine a huge mine."

"The sixteen-year-old boys are responsible for doing paperwork or simple transportation work, and the twenty-year-old adults do the mining. The nobles have machines for making clothes, and we can use them to make a uniform."

"There are doctors, clerical officers, and a lot of ordinary people living on the bottom deck of the Night Veil. We can definitely let them go down and lead those who still know nothing about Nostramo to jointly run a mine. ”

"Workers," Khalil said noncommittally. "Then what?"

"Normal working hours, normal food, clothing, shelter, and security. In their free time, officials will teach them High Gothic, and Nostramo can be learned together with the teaching materials I compiled. "

"I have already seen it. There are several fine gold mines outside the wilderness of Plum. Now the location is also there, Khalil."

"Fifty days are enough for them to adapt to these environments. As long as the logistics fleet arrives in fifty days, the environmental reconstruction can officially begin!"

Conrad Coates' eyes sparkled.

This is quite interesting. Looking into those eyes, Khalil thought. I lit the fire of violent revenge, but you wanted to truly ignite a flame that could revolutionize the world.

"Don't you already have a complete plan?" Khalil asked. "Why come to me to discuss it? I ended my work early today."

"Can't I even ask you?" Conrad Coates said dissatisfied. "Are the instructors of the Eighth Legion so busy?"

Khalil chuckled, looked at him, and didn't speak for a long time. His gaze was quite calm, even peaceful - but under such a gaze, Konrad Curze lowered his head little by little.

".I'm sorry." He whispered. "I forgot that the expanded powers would bring more paperwork."

"No need to apologize. But I met with 27 servitors who brought documents and 11 officials who came to discuss with me yesterday. Konrad, remember these two numbers."

Khalil nodded slightly to the Lord of the Eighth Legion with a smile. The latter sat in his chair, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

".Anyway, this is just the first step."

He hurriedly changed the subject. "The subsequent plan is to use this part of the adamantium ore to trade with the Ultramarine. I have heard about the wealth of the Ultramarine and the worlds around Macragge, but they are not so rich that they don't even want adamantium ore, right?"

"We have not talked to anyone from Macragge or the Ultramarine so far. However, the logistics fleet will come from there, and they should have a lot of valuable information to reveal."

Khalil stood up, straightened his collar, and nodded seriously. "So, in general, Lord of the Eighth Legion, your plan has a very good prospect in my opinion."

After saying this, he turned and left without hesitation. The Lord of the Eighth Legion sat in his chair, and when the door closed, he pinched the corners of his mouth that wanted to rise with two fingers.

A moment later, a slight and excited Nostramo language sounded.

Outside the door, Khalil chuckled and shook his head.

"I heard it." He hissed at the door.

There was a moment of silence inside the door, and then a voice shouted in anger: "Didn't you say that too!"

There was no answer outside the door, only a faint laugh that gradually faded away.

——

The next period of time passed very quickly.

Khalil was not surprised by this, he had understood this a long time ago-when you are serious, time becomes the most escapable thing in the world.

It would take several hours to process the documents, several hours to go to the lower deck to investigate the number of civilians, and several hours to discuss with officials how to carry out follow-up work.

Every day of his life was divided into several completely different split scenes by similar but different work. Khalil was calm when shuttling between them.

In the morning, he was wearing a formal suit to modify the documents one after another.

In the afternoon, he changed into a more solemn formal suit to meet with officials.

At night, he beat the Eighth Legion soldiers who came to challenge him persistently in the training ground.

Late at night, he would lead different teams to attack and go to Nostramo for collective "hunting".

The reason why it is called hunting instead of cleaning is that the Eighth Legion has driven all the remaining nobles and gangs to some areas. They continue to live in it without knowing anything, and have no idea that their identities have changed drastically.

——What?

You asked him where his rest time is?

"Don't you rest at all?" Captain Van Cleef asked cautiously.

"I would like to." Khalil said expressionlessly. "The premise is that you have to ask the Lord of the Eighth Legion, who has been secretly observing the working environment of the miners every day recently, to reduce the scope of my authority."

Van Cleef wisely did not continue this paragraph, but he felt that his back teeth were numb and trembling faintly-all the people on the Night have reached a consensus these days.

That is, Khalil Rohals should be very tired.

He should be tired, right?

He has no rest time, no private time. Even when he is reviewing documents, his door is open, because this will make it easier for the servitors to enter and exit.

Therefore, those doubts about the "legion instructor" that were obvious at the beginning gradually disappeared after witnessing these days, and even evolved into an unspeakable strange respect.

And Khalil was naturally clear about this - Conrad Koz had asked him many times with anxiety, and the guilty expression that he felt he had done something wrong made Khalil want to laugh every time, but he held back every time.

They thought it was a torture close to punishment, but for Khalil, it was actually a kind of rest.

Compared with the rainy night in Nostramo, everything was a rest.

However

"Time flies, Van Cleef."

Khalil smiled and handed a stack of documents to Van Cleef. It was the assessment results of the First Company in the past week, and Siani ranked among the top. The captain of the first company reached out to take it, nodded, and agreed with their instructor's words.

"Indeed." He whispered. "There are still nine hours before the scheduled time."

Ten thousand today, and there are two chapters to be posted separately.

After much thought, I decided to speed up a little.