When Angelon and Conrad Coates met Robert Killiman again, the latter had already replaced the ceremonial armor.

It disappeared cleanly, as if it had never existed.

Now, Robert Kiriman wears a Makurag consul uniform. Blue, white, and gold, without a laurel wreath, the emblem of the Makulag glittered on the collar, and the emblem representing the Ultramarines shone calmly on his left chest.

He looked formal, serious, and finally stopped looking out of place with his brothers.

Angron was here for the first time, and so was Robert Killiman. He met the Emperor on the tracks of Macurag, not on the ship that belonged to their father, and only Conrad Coetz was familiar with it.

In fact, it's much more than familiarity – he reveals something.

"You have a room here?" Kiriman asked in surprise.

"Yes."

But I don't really want it.

"But I don't really like the way it decorates." Conrad Coetzes said calmly. "Everything is. Golden, full of intricate details, this kind of detail makes me feel like I am living in an exhibition hall. ”

Kiliman smiled: "It's indeed my father's style. ”

Angron didn't speak, and the gladiator pondered as he walked with his brothers through the palace-like corridors of the Imperial Dream, paying attention to every detail.

He took everything in full and didn't comment on anything, but he wrote down all the names that came up in the details.

The makers were allowed by the emperor to leave their own names on this immortal masterpiece, and no one could refuse such an honor, but they also did not want to ruin their own efforts, so the names were often cleverly blended in places that were not even noticeable without looking closely.

Angrand watched them so intently that the nails fluttered in his skull, and the sound was very distinct. The three primordials walked for a while, before they finally met their guide more than ten minutes after boarding.

Konstantin Valdo, Marshal of the Praetorian Army.

He stared at the three demigods with a blank face, and there was no respect in his eyes.

"Follow me." He said. "My lord is waiting."

Angrand's expression changed slightly at this moment - Conrad Coates and Robert Killiman still didn't know their brother well enough after all, and if one of those gladiators could stand here, they would surely be able to discern Angrand's true emotions at the moment.

"Nope." The Nukerians shook their heads. "I won't follow you until you tell us who you really are."

"He's Konstantin Waldo, brother." Killiman hurriedly spoke, trying to round the field. "He is the marshal of the forbidden army, my father's personal guard."

"I don't care who he is, I just know that a person should have the most basic respect for others." Angron said expressionlessly. "Isn't that right?"

Konrad Coetze didn't speak, and Killiman was begging him for help with his eyes, but he didn't want to help - of course he knew Constantin Waldo, and he would be firmly on Angrand's side because of that.

The Janissary smiled, and everyone could see the fleeting smile on his face. And then came a smile that could be called contemptuous.

"Childish child."

Konstantin Valdo raised his head and spoke in a seemingly brisk tone. "You are squandering his kindness, and you have no idea how precious this light is."

"Do you speak human language?" Angron replied coldly.

His talent was working, the nails were moving again, and the gladiator grinned, the muscles of his rough face pulling up his leathery skin, making the smile seem unrelated to any positive emotions.

His malice towards the Janissary was not groundless, and in his perception, Konstantin Valdo's mind was almost as unsearchable as a fortress, but herein was the problem.

The owner of the fortress voluntarily revealed his inner brilliance to him, and he threw out some sentences that were insults to Angeland's two brothers.

It was because of this that the gladiators were furious.

"Don't be too conceited, Genogen."

The Janissary spoke slowly, in what he called the softest of tones.

"You have no idea how tired he really is, or what price he paid to get here. You don't know anything about him, you just squander what little mildness he has left. ”

Robert Killeman finally frowned, he couldn't understand why Konstantin Valdo would be so visibly hostile to them as soon as they met.

If this hostility was directed against him alone, the Lord of Maculag could certainly have left it behind him by virtue of his statesmanship, but it was against all of them.

So he could no longer be silent.

"So, would you like to explain a thing or two for us?"

Robert Killiman stepped forward and spoke sharply.

"You look like you're talking to us, but you're just talking to yourself, Konstantin Valdo, my brother's request is perfectly legitimate, and you really should show us a little basic respect."

"Oh, Lord Robert Killiman."

The Praetorian Marshal glanced at the Lord of Maculag with his dark eyes, and the emotion in his gaze made the latter feel a wave of intense irritation. "I will, but only after you realize who you really are."

A deep wrinkle appeared between Killman's brows, and he was about to speak again, and Conrad Coetzes had already found that power before him.

The gloomy pale man shook his head, and the next words he uttered were as if a bomb had been detonated in the air, and this bomb had exploded directly in the face of the Forbidden Marshal.

"Are you jealous, Konstantin Valdo? For that dinner party that didn't let you go to last night? ”

The Janissary laughed again, and it wasn't a gentle one.

He spoke softly, "Konrad Coetze, I thought you would be different from them. ”

"For example?"

"For example, you should know some truths. So you shouldn't say that stupid thing. ”

"I don't like to play dumb riddles, so either tell me what this so-called truth you have been trying to obscure, or I will go back to our respective ships with my brothers."

After this sentence, Konstantin Valdo suddenly revealed a vague anger. Conrad Coetze smiled, a moment of satisfaction at what he had done to the Janissary Marshal.

He looked at the Janissaries with his dark eyes and made a silent invitation - come on, I know you want to continue, so come on, and compete to see which of us can hurt each other more. I don't like you anyway, just as you don't like us.

Konstantin Valdo refused.

"I lost my temper." He spoke calmly. "I apologize to you, I shouldn't have made me as naïve as you."

Angron narrowed his eyes, Robert Killeman shook his head slowly, Conrad Coates raised the corners of his mouth without a smile - the next second, a bolt of lightning descended on the hallway.

"That's enough."

The owner of the lightning walked slowly from the far end of the hallway, tall and majestic, dressed in a gray robe, the muscles of his arms bulging high, calluses stubbornly remaining on his knuckles and palms, and the two golden bracers still on his wrists, which were shining at the moment.

A sacred craftsman.

Kiliman couldn't help but feel a pang of absurdity at his own thoughts—how could I think that?

He asked himself, but he didn't get an answer, and his thinking was stopped in the next second.

"My guard." The Lord of Humanity shook his head slowly at the Praetorian Army, who had fallen to one knee. "I'm just asking you to bring them in, not trying to get into a conflict with them."

"I have betrayed your trust." The Janissal replied in a low voice, as if trembling.

Angron stared at his completely bent back, the anger in his heart dissipated, he had realized the true face of Konstantin Valdo. Like them, he was also a weapon held in the hands of the emperor, but herein was the difference.

They – the genetic protogens – still have their humanity, but Konstantin Waldo does not. He is a shattered machine, humanity being crushed back and forth in sharp gears.

He was broken, and it was only getting deeper.

These words echoed in the hearts of Nukeria's people, causing him to shake his head silently.

"You don't." The Emperor replied calmly. "Stand up and go about your job - I want to walk alone with my sons."

"Yes, my lord."

Konstantin Valdo left quickly, without hesitation, without even looking back at the Primitives. The Lord of Humanity bowed to them gently, "I'm sorry for what just happened. ”

He changed again. Kiriman thought. It's completely different from yesterday's banquet.

The Lord of Maculag pondered, trying to find a neutralization, a possible pattern and a trace in it—he wouldn't admit it, but he did want to be closer to his father.

"I hope you don't take Konstantin's words to heart." So said the giant with the laurel crown. "After all, he's talking unintentionally, and remembering them doesn't help us in what we're going to do next."

"What are we going to do, father?" Robert Kiliman asked. His other two brothers remained silent.

"A meeting – like I said yesterday. But if you want to know more about it."

The Lord of Humanity turned and began to lead their way, his voice still clearly reaching their ears: "I would call it a forewarning. ”

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