Ahriman had a valuable Chanabar saber.

This was the gift he had received in the Colosseum of the Second Legion, a recognition he had received after he had used his tenacity, seriousness, and constant transformation to amaze all the sons of Morgan present.

It was not an easy trophy of contempt, but a result of years of competition, struggle, and contemplation, until Magnus's son saw the value of the blade, and until he proved himself to be a guest worthy of the highest respect of the Legion.

So, he was honored, and he got Chanabar.

Elegant and deadly, a Swift Harvest Blade for Swordsmen, Scholars, and Assassins, this elegant and deadly weapon relies more on the user's innate speed and skill than on the hollow brute force that most warriors seek, and it is a masterpiece that only a master Terra swordsmith can forge, each one unique, with a sharp edge of micro-serrated teeth that can easily slice through the best Astarte Power Armor, allowing the breath of death to cut through the most vulnerable points.

Perhaps considered by many of the more outspoken Astarte warriors to be an inefficient and useless ritual weapon made of stamped metal, there were still those who loved it and made a name for themselves: the most famous of them was the Palatine Blade Brotherhood in the Emperor's Sons Legion, a makeshift organization for the most valuable of their enemies, who spread their own prestige and that of Chanabal throughout the Great Expedition.

In addition to Vogrim's heirs, among the Dawnbreakers of Avalon, there are also a number of staunch supporters of the Chanabal Sabre, and their representative is the chief champion swordsman of the Second Legion, Bayar: one of the strongest Astarte warriors in the service, an undefeated man on a par with Acudona, who sits at the top of the force and overlooks the many legions.

And it was he, who, after the final fight, had finally come to an end in a dueling that had lasted more than 8,000 Terra standard hours, and had given the Chanabal saber to the Ahriman: at least a thousand Daybreakers present witnessed the scene, and they were silent, but not a single one objected or objected.

Including Hecht, who was in the stands closest to the arena, with his close members of the original team, watched as Ahriman took over the thin blade of honor, strength, and recognition in the silence and applause of the crowd.

At that time, it was still a few months before the beginning of his friendship with Ariman began, but that did not prevent him from genuinely applauding and applauding Magnus's heir, as most of those present were.

As he entered the Arena's eighth Terra Standard Time, Ahriman was overwhelmed; And at the eighty-eighth Terra standard hour, Ahriman was furious; By the time the eighty-eighth Terra standard was reached, nothing but endless despair haunted the soldiers of the Fifteenth Legion.

But when the footsteps of the hour hand crossed the bronze bell in the arena for eight hundred and eighty-eight times, Magnus's son stood in the middle of the arena, haunted by the constant applause and cheers, the etiquette of the Second Legion towards its most distinguished guests.

The story sounds magical, uncanny, and incomprehensible abrupt twists: but the reason behind it is not inexplicable, especially since a character like Hecht who witnessed almost the whole thing is the only answer to the unfortunate tenacity and arrogance of the son of Magnus.

It was at that time that his friendship with Ahriman began, and although the two could hardly be said to have anything in common, their relationship grew closer and closer, and soon developed to the point where they could provide each other with real and practical advice, and would indeed be listened to and adopted one by one.

Therefore, when Morgan's chief boss finally managed to get a perfect marble block and was ready to use it as the foundation for his victory in the first original statue competition, Hector, who did not know much about art, naturally thought of his Prospero friend who should theoretically be full of academic and artistic cells.

The tall twenty-third company commander pushed the two-meter-long marble, covering his half-finished product with a curtain, and made it clear in the battleship's cloister: after decades of service and combat, especially after the blue eyes of the genetic protogen, Hecht is no longer the recruit who can only lead a small team, he is already the company leader of a main company, with his own large cruiser, company command group, and everything that an Astarte company commander has to offer.

The twenty-third company, among the existing forty-four companies of the Dawnbreaker Legion, is only medium in rank and strength, and its positioning is only the main force, not a more noble elite and ace, but Hecht is very satisfied with his current progress, and he knows that it is difficult for him to go further in a short time: after all, among the company leaders and officers in front of him, the most immature one is an old monster who began to officially serve before the Great Expedition, and even the company commanders behind him, There is no shortage of ancient characters who have witnessed the Thunder Warriors.

After the return of the original gene, the promotion of officers of the Second Legion began to explode at once, and a victory without casualties could still be boasted of in the first two years of the regiment's reorganization, and now it is basically the basis of every company commander: just because the original gene has shown on many occasions that she is particularly concerned about the casualty rate, which is understood as the innate affection of the mother of genes for her offspring.

Of course, it is not without the innocent feelings of the weathered veterans in private: compared to the other primordials, their genetic mother seems to be a little inexplicably childish in terms of military power, which is not in line with her big opening and closing as the female tyrant of Avalon.

At the moment, of course, this is not a bad thing, but there are always concerns that it will affect the progenitor's ability to grasp the right time in the future: similar concerns are rife among seasoned Terra veterans, but Hecht has never thought about anything like this, and he is now preoccupied with how to be a good company leader, and use all the responsibilities and conveniences that this position gives him.

So, it stands to reason that when his friend Ahriman came to visit him, Hector was able to set aside a break room for Ahriman that was very much in line with the company commander's specifications, and the size and decoration of this room were not even much different from his private lounge, only the luxurious room reserved for the genetic prototype could surpass it.

The gate was deliberately elevated, and Hector only had to bend slightly to enter, and he didn't wear his own special power armor, which made him look only two heads taller than the average Astarte warrior.

"Do me a favor, Ahriman."

The peculiar deep voice of Morgan woke up the son of Magnus, who was swimming in the ocean of knowledge, and he put down the book he had just produced, and came to the Dawnbreaker: Hector took a moment to glance at the book in Ahriman's hand, but he did not see any title or author.

"What's that? Ahriman? ”

The curious inquiry made Ahriman ostentatiously grasp the book in his hand, answering in the most relaxed words.

"Nothing, just a book on psionic powers, and I'm helping to compile it."

"Psionic books? I've seen a lot of psionic books with Salieri, but I've never seen one so heavy, it's probably a few thousand pages, right? ”

"At the moment, it's 1,300 pages, but each page has multiple layers of protection with special protective spells, so it looks a little too thick."

"What are you talking about?"

"The basics, the most basic and the most boring knowledge, even you will understand."

A nonchalant smile appeared on Ahriman's face, and he cleared an area in his guest room for Hector to put down his oversized cargo and place it next to the display case, and the sharp-eyed Morgan son saw a bottle of wine on the display case, which seemed to be specially brought by Ahriman.

"Does psionic energy have basic knowledge?"

"Of course, the things in this book are all basic, and there is not even a single bit of advanced theory, in Prospero, such psionic explanatory materials can only be distributed to novices who have just embarked on the path of psionic energy, but in other places, if you can read this book thoroughly, it can also be called a qualified think tank, or a psyker."

"Sounds like Salieri needs a book like this?"

Hector smiled, and he sat down with his friend on either side of the somewhat messy table, taking the tea from Ahriman, but never taking his eyes off the book: he smelled something peculiar on it.

Ahriman raised an eyebrow.

"Salieri? Why? I remember he had a good psionic level. ”

"Yes, he is very proficient in psychic spells of the psychic system, and he is also familiar with the flame system, but when he operates, some key veins are not in his hands: in short, he can't really connect the knowledge he has mastered, so as to fully grasp it."

"Didn't anyone teach him?"

"This will take a long and steady period of study, but in today's Great Expedition, how can we have time to arrange for him to spend more than ten years studying little by little, and where will we transfer a senior psionic to spend the same amount of time teaching him?"

"It's not Prospero everywhere."

Hector glanced at the book again.

So, a basic textbook that allows people to learn on their own might be a good idea and save a lot of trouble: Was this book your own idea? My friend,"

"No, I'm not involved in the compilation of this book, I'm just checking for errors here as a trial reader, and I can't tell you its author, Hecht, but you'll find out soon."

Morgan's son nodded, and did not ask any further questions, and the two chatted for a few words, and soon shifted the conversation to the half-finished product under the curtain.

"What's been the latest trend in sculpture?"

Ahriman narrowed his eyes as he looked at the subtlety behind the curtain, and couldn't help but think back to the unforgettable scene he had witnessed a few days earlier.

He saw it with his own eyes: the face of the chief champion, Bayar, was also full of smiles and excitement, and he was like Hecht at this moment, pushing a piece of oversized cargo more than two meters high into the common room, but the slight difference was that he was pushing a marble block with no traces of carving.

And then......

Then Bayar pulled out the elongated cutter and angle grinding wheel in front of him, and began his work at a speed that was almost too fast for Ahriman to catch, and the snow-white whirlwind wrapped around the corners of the room, and Magnus could only barely see the shards of marble falling to the ground without any regret, like a lump of broken tofu, without the stubbornness of stone material at all.

For a moment, Ahriman found himself underestimating Bayar: Why was his affairs always so outrageous?

"It's nothing, it's just a clan game of interest, increase the camaraderie."

"Is it a serious game?"

"Not really...... Semi-formally, far from your [Ahriman's wrath]. ”

“…… Can we stop talking about this? Hecht? ”

"Don't be shy, my friend, it's not a malicious title, on the contrary, it's only after [Ahriman's Wrath] that you begin to impress us, and we begin to realize that our previous actions are somewhat narrow-minded."

"It's something to remember, Ahriman, before that, the duel with you was mostly driven by negative emotions, but after that, everyone came to admire."

"Everybody?"

"Hmm...... Well, quite a few people, including me, have another reason. ”

"What is the reason?"

"Everybody's gone to compete with you, if I don't go again...... A bit out of place. ”

“……”

Hecht smiled and skipped Ariman questions, Morgan's children tacitly confined the game to the legion, not wanting others to know, and Ariman didn't bother too much and curious, he just crossed his fingers quite sincerely, telling that he didn't really have much achievement in art.

"It's okay, I don't have much experience."

Hector laughed, and was about to walk over and lift the curtain: after all his hard work, the sculpture was a half-finished product, its head and features had been roughly carved, enough to clearly distinguish from it the endless fanaticism and admiration of Morgan's son for the Mother of Genes.

Although in Hecht's opinion, his hands are now unable to depict the perfect appearance of the mother of genes in his heart, and even half of the resemblance cannot be truly achieved, he believes that his talent and acquired efforts will eventually overcome the predicament of the moment and complete the praise of the original body.

After all, His Excellency Chron, who had seen his half-finished product before, gave Hector a very high evaluation after a long period of astonishment and confusion.

Hector remembers that sentence now.

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"Hecht."

"Huh?"

"Your work...... It reminds me of a person I've heard and met. ”

"Who?"

"A son of an emperor, a warrior of a very old son of an emperor, very powerful...... Specifically, his artistic style should be some kind of minority among the emperor's sons. ”

"Thank you for the compliment, Your Excellency!"

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Hector smiled and lifted the curtain.

Ahriman's eyes narrowed: for a moment, he feared that his knee-jerk first instinct would hurt the friendship, but when he actually saw the work, the Son of Magnus raised an eyebrow.

Actually...... Not bad.

It is very expressive and vivid, and it does make people recognize the carved characters at a glance, although many places are still very blurry, but the rough facial features have made the identity of the carved object come out.

Ahriman couldn't help but nod, which made Hector even more proud, but while nodding, Magnus's heir was still frowning.

……

……

It's weird.

How did he not know, when did Hector and Abaddon get so good?

He even made a statue of Abaddon?

(End of chapter)