As if his blood was frozen, Robert Killiman used his extreme rationality to keep himself from throwing his fist into the darkness at the first moment he heard the sound.

He turned his head away, his gaze piercing the night without hindrance. He saw a pale face, a pale face that belonged to Karil Lohals, and that face was even smiling.

His cheeks twitched again.

"Carlil?" Angron frowned. "Y-you're still alive?"

"I can show a medical report to answer your questions." Carlil smiled and shook his head. "But that would be too much trouble, so, yes, I'm alive."

"But Karn said you were dead." Angron stared at Carlil as he spoke. "He said, you have burned your bones to ashes."

“.”

Karil shook his head with a smile, "Karn. The last thing I said to him was, I'm going to be fine. Obviously, he took that as my last words. ”

"How did you get to Nostramo?" Robert Killiman asked solemnly, his expression very tense. The breeze blew, and his short golden hair swayed slightly in the dim light of the tarmac, but the eyes under him were too heavy to be greater.

"I'm afraid I can't answer this question in a way that you can understand. But, as Conrad said, we all need to be thankful for his dagger. ”

"What does this have to do with that knife?" Killiman continued to ask. "I know it looks dangerous, and I can tell it's not a 'normal' world, but what does that have to do with it?"

Carlil sighed, then slowly stretched out his right hand.

"Well, do you really want to know?" He asked briefly. "It's not like we can't do it again if you want to."

"What's coming?" Angron asked.

"Handshake." Carlil replied. "A rite that has been twisted to your brother Robert Killiman."

Angron turned his head, glanced at Kiliman, and began to use his talent.

He felt a tense mind, and all the windows he could observe were closed by his owner himself, but it was not enough to close the doors and windows, and Angrand was still able to observe the light that spilled through the cracks to catch some of Robert Killiman's thoughts.

'Suspicion', 'Is he real?' ', 'Go to his empire for truth'.

What is this about the truth of the Empire?

Angron frowned, and he turned his head to look at Carlil Lohals.

The latter was smiling, clear about his prying eyes, and was even allowing him to observe. Staring into those completely dark eyes, Angron suddenly felt a strong urge, and in the next second, his talent began to work extraordinarily.

Some truths are destined not to be spoken in words, Angland. They are cursed knowledge, pages of books soaked in venom by monsters in the dark. At some point, the words on these pages will be curled up by them and turned into murder weapons to harm those who know about them. ’

The Nukerian shook his head, it was a strange feeling that he had received such complete words from his own talent for the first time.

It's almost as if someone is speaking to himself in a voice that doesn't belong to anyone, inside his skull.

But that's not the point.

The point is – he's confirmed something.

Angron stepped forward and took the right hand. Carlil gave him a surprised look, and Killiman let out a cry of surprise from his throat.

However, it was too late.

Angolan's vision has stepped to a higher level.

Someone personally opened a void door for him that should not exist in front of his eyes. From within this door, a golden light leaked out. The light is not dazzling, but rather warm. Immediately after, a voice came from within.

"Please come in, my son."

Angron looked back wordlessly, and saw a face that had become paler in the golden light. Karil Lohals, dressed in ghostly black robes, was smiling wordlessly at him.

"This is not what I intended to show you or your brother, Angelon." He whispered. "However, it would be better to let him tell the story himself. Do you want to go in and talk to him, Angron? ”

The Nukerian nodded silently, then puffed out his chest and stepped through the void door.

"What did you do to him!" Killiman lunged forward. "Who the hell are you?!"

Carlil sighed and didn't answer the question of the Lord of Maculag in the first place. He helped Angron and sat down the dogs' genetic protoplasms against a metal slope on the tarmac.

Angron closed his eyes and breathed steadily, but he fell into a sleep abruptly. Therefore, Robert Kiliman's nervousness is completely understandable.

But it also raises a new question.

+ You're really going to get me in trouble. +

+ I need three days to arrive, and I have to talk to him first. +

+ How? Afraid that you won't be able to open your mouth after meeting? +

+ Nope. +

+ Really? +

There was no answer, and the psionic communication was hung up.

Carlil reluctantly stood up and gestured to Robert Killiman, who was tense as if he were about to attack—or rather, behind him.

"Whatever you're going to do, I hope you don't, Conrad." He whispered. "Robert has no ill will towards me."

Killiman didn't look back for the first moment, unsure if the words were a simple ploy to deceive him, until his transcendent perception heard a slight breath. Turning his head, he saw Conrad Coetzes with a very calm expression.

"He's just not sure who I really am yet." Carlil said slowly. "So, stop spinning your wrist, I didn't give it to you so you could use it for such a thing."

"What kind of thing?" Conrad Coetzes asked softly. "I don't understand."

Robert Killman's brow furrowed slowly, then slowly loosened again—he looked at Conrad Coetzes, then at Karil Lohals. After repeated confirmations, he finally relaxed his tense muscles with relief.

He wasn't a dull man, and although he had fallen into some kind of strange misunderstanding, that didn't stop him from realizing the truth.

"Don't do it." Carlil said in an almost unforgiving manner. "You'd better apologize to your brother now."

"What? No, not necessarily—" Robert Killiman hastened out of their line of sight and stood on the other side of the road. "—Conrad's behavior is completely understandable."

The Lord of the Eighth Legion gave him a silent smile.

"Yes, it can be understood, but it can't be forgiven like that." Carlil said solemnly.

"This farce itself should not have happened, it was my connivance with him that led you into such an embarrassing misunderstanding, and what he just wanted to do was beyond my tolerance."

He looked at Conrad Coetzes, "I don't remember telling you to do this, Conrad. ”

"What to do?" Conrad Coetzes pursed his lips and asked.

"Hurt someone who is good to you."

"I didn't."

"What would you have done if Robert had just pounced on me for Angrun?"

“.”

"What will you do?"

"I'll — I'll make him bleed somewhat." Conrad Coetzes replied in a low voice, his gaze fixed on the tiles beneath his feet.

Robert Kiriman was not surprised, and even a little relieved when he heard this answer—he smiled bitterly, remembering the assassination of his adoptive father, and his reaction afterwards.

Talasha Yuton said she almost thought Killiman was crazy.

She saw not a trace of her former rationality in her adopted son, and this good quality was gone, and only the purest anger remained. An anger that was beyond the scope of human cognition, and this emotion made him look extremely terrible at the time.

Robert Killeman was glad he had finally learned to resist that anger, but his brother apparently didn't. Killiman wouldn't blame him for that, but the situation was going in a direction he didn't want to see.

So he spoke again.

"It's really nothing, Carlile, you're being too him."

"Really?" Carlil asked softly. "But I've been pampering him, Robert, otherwise this farce wouldn't have happened at all. He still has anger at you in his heart, otherwise he wouldn't have made such a joke. Of course, he's probably still angry with me. ”

"Isn't it, Conrad?" He smiled.

Robert Killiman saw no displeasure or any other emotion in that pale face.

The realization of this gave him an urge to get out of here, and Killiman knew that he was caught up in a family dispute.

He looked at his unconscious brother.

I'm a little envious of you now, Angeland.

"Yes." Conrad Coetzes finally spoke after a period of silence. "I'm angry."

"Are you going to say this to me as Conrad Coetzes?"

"Or else?" A hissing sound sounded, and Killiman sighed silently and tilted his head, trying to distract himself from the place. He didn't understand Nostramo, and now, he was starting to rejoice.

"Midnight Ghost is a two-year-old, so he can be angry and act irrationally because these are forgivable."

Carlil shook his head and began to speak in the same hissing language.

"But Konrad Coetzes cannot, Konrad Coz is the master of the Eighth Legion, and you are not only representing yourself, you are also representing Nostramo and the Eighth Legion. Wraith, what you have just done is tantamount to attempted murder. ”

"I'm not going to really kill him, I'm just going to make him suffer a little if he attacks you."

I'm pretty sure I never taught you anything like that, Spirit." Carlil frowned. "And I don't need you to help me with this."

"So what exactly do you need me to do?" The ghost hissed and asked.

The little box in his heart was finally opened at this moment, and the accumulated emotions exploded completely, making Nostramo almost sound like a fierce roar.

Robert Kiliman looked away and began to observe the confused night of Nostramo. If he could, he wished he could be deaf briefly. Although he didn't understand Nostramo, the emotion in his words was palpable

Carlil was silent.

"We'll talk about it tonight." He said. "For now—back to Conrad Coetzes, the three primordials deserve a dinner party to celebrate."

It's so twisty

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(End of chapter)