The lower deck of the Nightfall is a large area, but only a third of the space is allocated for the crew to live. Don't get me wrong, this is certainly not because the Eighth Legion is squeezing the ordinary people on their ship, but because a third is enough.

As for the other two-thirds of the area. It's dark most of the time, and it's not open to the general crew. Thanks to the eerie environment of the Nightfall, this kind of place naturally passively gives birth to many sneaky stories.

While Imperial Truth has been accepted and genuinely accepted as 'Truth' by many, you must admit that humanity simply loves stories that are plausible.

But what is the truth?

The truth is, there's really nothing in those two-thirds of the area.

There were no secrets, no stored precious weapons, no contraband, just many rooms that had been built in advance. It was empty because there weren't many people on the Nightfall, and naturally there was no need to reactivate it. In fact, the only few times it has been used as a repository have been.

Now, it's a prison, guarded by giants in eerie armor.

The crew still doesn't know the truth, and they don't have to. Their job on the Nightfall was mundane, one might even say lighthearted - they didn't have to get involved in these things that would make people unhappy.

"What are they talking about?" Fair Zaloster asked. He walked side by side with his lieutenant, Adbiman Basley, through the empty hallway, which had many doors, each tightly closed. Good sound insulation keeps the sound inside from leaking out.

So, you can guess one thing - Fell wasn't asking about the prisoners.

Adebeeman shrugged: "To say that we are stealing merit is deliberately showing ourselves in front of the original body and the instructor." ”

"Who said that?"

"A lot of people." Adebeeman grinned.

"Go back and give me a list." Fair said. "I'll talk to them one by one in the dueling cage. These bastards, who are obviously envious but refuse to say it directly, I can smell the vitriol jealousy in them. ”

"Can you really smell it, company commander?"

Fell stopped and glanced at him, "You're very lively today, Adebeeman." ”

"The instructor came back in good condition - of course I'd be a little happier." Fell heard his lieutenant say this, and Adebeeman pronounced the words intact very heavily.

"Don't get off the hook," Fell said with a hint of warning. "What we're talking about now is your exaggeration of my sense of smell and the rumors that may follow, not the instructor's injuries."

"Come on, company commander, you don't come to this set. It's not like we haven't seen the instructor wandering around in his robes, can you dare to say that you haven't seen his 'true face'? ”

"So what?" Phil asked. "You'd better give me an answer that satisfies me, so I don't have to throw you in a dueling cage before I get those people in trouble."

Adbiman sighed and honestly fulfilled his company commander's request: "I just feel that we need to cover up this matter, at least have a meeting, and unify the voice of the whole legion." ”

Fell was silent for a moment and nodded, "I'll discuss this matter with the company commander when he returns." ”

He turned around and opened the door to a room. There were thirty men inside, dressed in uniform gray uniforms, each with a badge on the collar, with silver edges and a black background, on which a flaming flame glistened.

Their reaction to the appearance of Phil and Adebeeman is fearful, but the woman at the head shows an unusual grit.

Facing the two giants who were far taller than her, she forced herself to come over, and spoke in Nostramo after a brief pause.

"Who the hell are you? I ask to contact our traders, you have no right to seize us and our ships, it is against the law! ”

"Which law?" Adbiman asked, his voice darkened and soft by the breathing grate, like the murmur of a dead man.

The woman's face turned pale, but she was still able to keep her composure and answer: "The law of Harcosus!" We are doing business in the normal realm, and you have no right to do that! ”

"I haven't heard of this Halkosus." Adebeeman replied softly. "As for now."

He reached out and easily dragged the woman out - acting violently without really hurting her. He pulled her out of the room, and Fell immediately closed the door, and a heavy sound sounded behind her, and the woman visibly shuddered, almost falling to her knees.

"Stand up." Fell said to her. "The laws of the Empire give us the right to detain you, but they do not require you to kneel down against us."

He turned, and Adbeaman chuckled, shoving her and walking forward.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Shhhh "I understand that you uniformed people are always a little more confident than the common people, but you better be quiet, ma'am, what you're saying right now is a hellish language, which means you may not be clean."

"It's Nostramo!"

"Yes, and Nostramo is a living hell." Fell said without looking back. "In other words, you're dealing with the devil."

He turned his head sideways, scarlet eyepieces glistening in the darkness, and the woman saw her reflection from above—a frightened face. Then she heard a word.

"So, you'd better keep quiet."

——

The woman, or rather, Tracy from Harcosus, shivered and sat down in a cold iron chair, surrounded by iron-gray walls, with no windows and an eerily high ceiling. She sat there, not understanding what was going to happen next, so she had to wait.

And within the next five minutes, other people she knew were also brought into the room and sat in the same chairs.

Tracy knew them, and like her, they were all senior traders in Harcosus. But not anymore, now, they were just a bunch of prisoners slumped in chairs, their uniforms disheveled, and many of them even had their badges gone.

They looked at each other, fearfully trying to converse in the dim light, when a sudden voice interrupted their actions before the matter could begin.

"Good day, prisoners."

The speaker chuckled, and the voice escaped through the room without distortion, and Tracy began to look for a possible sounding device, but, no matter how much she stared into the darkness, she couldn't find a horn or anything like that.

There was nothing in this room, except five chairs made of iron.

"I hope you didn't suffer on the way you were brought here, of course, if you really suffered a little, I won't sympathize with it, after all, if someone is really beaten, it must be him who has suffered himself."

Tracy looked at a man sitting to her right, a middle-aged man named Massaro, who was grumpy. At this moment, he was rubbing his abdomen, without saying a word, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

"I should have introduced myself to you, but I'm not sure if you're worth it, so I'll leave it out for now—then, prisoners, would any of you tell me something?"

Silent.

Five pairs of eyes quickly looked at each other, exchanging information in the silent silence.

"Well, it's okay if you don't say it." The speaker groaned thoughtfully. "I can pick it up myself."

In the next second, a heavy and terrifying chill spread throughout the room in an instant. A thick white mist appeared abruptly and continued to escape.

Tracy's eyes widened to see the darkness in front of her slowly fluctuating. She watched uneasily, but in the next second, a pale face suddenly flashed in the darkness where nothing existed.

"Ah——!h

Tracy screamed in spite of her reaction, causing the rest of the four to scream, but the expected attack or punishment did not come. There was only a chuckle coming from behind them.

Then, there was the sound of calm and heavy footsteps.

Tracy jerked her head back, only to see a large pale hand poking out of the darkness and resting on Massaro's shoulder.

The voice sounded again in the next second, and this time, it began to change, becoming like a monster's whisper, the characteristic hissing of Nostramo still contained in it, but it did not dilute the horror of the sound, but only made it more eerie.

Fear took full hold of Massaro at this moment.

"Will you speak with me, sir?" The owner of the voice asked in a chill.

"Is it fun to scare them?" Conrad Coetzes asked.

"Not really."

"But you laughed a few times while you were inside."

"That's because I had to create one. Well, it's scary and scares them with a neurotic image. ”

"I think you might as well talk to them directly." Conrad Coetzes clasped his hands and shook his head. "Or just let Fell and them do it."

"The former will scare them to death, or at least make them lose their minds for a while, as for the latter, Conrad, we are not sure whether they are guilty or not."

Karil wiped his hands with a handkerchief and said, "Therefore, it is probably not a good thing to rashly adopt the torture content that the Eighth Legion has made good use of. ”

Conrad Coetzes thought for a moment, then nodded, agreeing with Carlil's statement, and posing a new question.

"So, this Halcosus. How do we do it? ”

"We'll wait." Carlil said.

"Wait?"

"yes, we'll wait. Or else? Your company commander is still on the road and hasn't come back. And Nostramo is still in the rebuilding period, are we going to sail to regain lost ground and let the Ultramarines led by Lucretius take care of the heavy lifting for us? ”

Carlil sighed, "So we'll have to wait, after all, I'm sure this world called Harcosus won't have only three ships." ”

The update is complete, and besides, when do you think it will be better to add it next month? No. 1 because the author is going to see a tooth.

(End of chapter)