A king reclined on his ornate throne made of ivory and obsidian, his expression calm. He was dressed in a white burqa, and his wide cloak snaked across the throne like a scarlet river.

The ornate armor, which had no other purpose than ceremonial use, waited calmly under the white burqa, most of its magnificence obscured, except for one right arm. The reliefs of the ferocious beasts of myths and legends glitter on the silver-colored armour, and the golden light is hot.

The king's eyes were emerald green, beautiful, but not gentle. They didn't blink, just stared ahead, as if waiting. After a long time, someone called him softly.

"My lord. Your brother has arrived. ”

"How many?"

"Only one person."

"Doesn't he even have the Honor Guard?" The king frowned, a kind of anger flashing across his face. "It's not etiquette, let the five hundred people stop moving for the time being, I don't want him to feel uncomfortable."

"Yes, my lord."

Footsteps rang out in a hurry, and the man who spoke to him left the hall. At this moment, there is only one king left here.

He slowly changed his posture and left the throne. The stained glass behind him suddenly dialysed a misty light at this moment, and the light was refracted and fell on his blonde hair.

Such a light would make the dust in the air clearly visible, but he seemed to be perfect, and nothing affected him. He stood on the top of the steps, beside the throne, and waited calmly with his hands folded.

After about two minutes, the heavy doors of the main hall were opened. The darkness was swept away, and the light spread along with the sound of machinery working in the doorway.

The king stared at the two figures in the light, and the calm that had been there was finally a little imperceptible crack, and what was revealed in the crack was not other emotions, but a kind of astonishment that should not appear in him.

However, he didn't have time to think about anything more. Leon Elzhuangsen began to walk, approaching his brother - the gate was now slowly closing, his cloak dragging on the ground.

His brother and another man were also getting closer to him. They trampled on the furs of the forest beasts, their footsteps so faint that they were almost undetectable.

"Brother." Leon raised his head and called out without the slightest fluctuation in his voice. "When we first met, I have to admit that you surprised me a little."

"Where?" One of his brothers so responded, his voice soft and hoarse, spreading through the air.

They weren't standing close, but it was enough for Leon to catch his brother's scent. The smell did not belong to the five-year-old boy he imagined, in fact, it reminded Leon of some dangerous and special beasts, some noble predators.

His expression began to grow serious, and he responded after that.

"In many ways." Leon said, suddenly reaching out and embracing Conrad Cotz with extraordinary speed and strength.

There is no prelude to this hug, it is shaped like a sky that suddenly changes color, and it is cloudy and uncertain. Leon embraced his brother, his expression still calm, using his strength and touch to gather information that might help him - he wanted something from Conrad Coetzes.

However, although he was hugging his brother, his eyes fell on the other person.

The corners of the man's mouth curled slightly, and he was smiling at him.

Hug over.

"It's good to see you."

Leon nodded at his brother.

"Actually, it's very good. Very few brothers come to visit me directly, and even if they do, they will not be as simple as you. They hide their purpose in military parades and grand parades, and present their opinions or requests at banquets. Instead of being like Ling, he made things clear through ship communication long before they met. ”

Conrad Coetzes smiled, bowed his head modestly, and answered the words of the king of Caliban in a tone that hardly felt like his own: "You sound angry. ”

"Really?" Leon El Johnson stared at him. "You hear I'm angry? It's a strange thing, man, for I don't even know why I'm angry. You're here on Terra's orders, and why should I stop you from investigating? ”

"Don't you think I'm meddling?"

"I'd think so if you didn't show Terra's orders." Leon said in a slow-paced tone, quoting a quote from Machado. "For now, let's start with the facts, and the other topics can be put later."

"The facts?"

"Facts." The original decency of the Caliban said expressionlessly.

"For example, for your purpose, for example, for the help you need, speak, brother, the six wings of the angels will be of any help to you. This involves the reputation of the Dark Angel, and while we care more about other things than it does, why should I stop you from doing so if you can get the truth out if you can investigate? ”

"Now you sound angrier, brother." Coetzes said softly. "If I could, I'd like to dive right in."

"So what are you waiting for?"

"I'd like to talk to you about something else before I do that."

"I don't think that's necessary."

"Yes." Coetzes insisted. "You're my brother, and I want to know more about you. Is there a problem with this? Although we have never met, I have heard many stories from you, Leon. ”

A sneer suddenly appeared on the blonde king's face.

"I guess it's not a good thing." He said coldly. "I know what other people think of me, and I don't care what they look at and what they tell me behind my back, but you'd better not bring them up in front of me."

Kotz raised an eyebrow in a slightly unexpected and was silent for a while.

After meeting Leon El Johnson as he wished, he realized that his brother was indeed a somewhat moody man - at least, from the beginning to the present, Leon's every move was beyond his expectations.

At first, Leon behaved mildly and politely. Half a minute later, however, there was a hint of anger in his voice. For now, he even showed a warning that went beyond anger.

Coetze was silent, thinking about what to do next. And his brother, too, the Caliban pondered for a moment, then suddenly put his right hand carefully on Coetze's shoulder again, and spoke again in a low voice.

"Forgive me for what I just said." Emerald green eyes stared straight into the darkness of the night, and Leon Elchanson shook his head slowly.

"I should have been more forgiving, emotions are the enemy, and I fought with it for a long time. Sometimes I'm a winner, sometimes I'm a loser. I hope that doesn't bother you in any way, Conrad. ”

"That sentence seems to bother you a little bit more than I do."

"It does bother me." The original body named after the male lion narrowed his eyes slightly, and changed his tone again. Now, he sounds patient again.

He used an inexplicable willpower to control his true reaction at the moment, and firmly bound everything to the deepest part of his thoughts, without leaking the slightest rumor.

"But it doesn't matter, Conrad. Since you don't want to start working right away, let's talk, casual chat. He raised his left hand and pointed to an open side hall door.

Two thick columns formed a circular arch there, and the heavy gate, which was pitch black and dark green, waited silently in place. Beasts with teeth and claws are embossed and roar silently on it.

"How about going to my private lounge and talking?" The lion asked. "Also, I'd like to ask your adoptive father to come with me."

"My identity probably shouldn't have been in that situation." Karil bowed his head humbly, a deliberate gesture that made the Lord of the Night sigh inwardly.

Why pretend to be like that, Carlile?

"Don't you want to come?" The lion frowned. "I've got a lot of things—ah, forget it, too."

He nodded, as if suddenly he understood something, "Well, you might want to talk to my friend Luther." He and you have identities in common, and I'm sure you'll have a great time talking to him. I don't want you to have nothing to do while I'm talking to my brother, Carlil. Mr. ”

"So, where can I find him?" Carlil asked, looking up, smiling.

"He should be busy in his own study, and there will be someone outside the door to show you the way."

"Well, then, I'll be disrespectful, thank you for your understanding, Your Highness." With a slight bow, Carlil bowed slightly and left the hall after making an Aquila salute.

The door closed again with the sound of the machinery running, and the lion withdrew his gaze, his right hand on Conrad Coetze's shoulder clenched a little.

"I hope you don't think I'm trying to get rid of him." He said.

"Naturally not." Conrad Coetzes replied with a smile that was flawless, with kindness, warmth, and impeccable manners. "It's just that you seem to feel a little differently about him."

"Is there one?" The male lion replied casually.

Coates laughed silently, shook his head, and walked into the side hall with his brother. It looks just as ornate, solemn and serious as it does outside, only much smaller.

The throne was replaced by a wooden chair, and the floor was dark and also wooden. Koz could tell that they had only just been waxed. There are many furniture and furnishings here, such as sofas, tables and chairs, coffee tables, and even ten heavy bookshelves placed in the other corner of the side hall, which is very lively.

Coz took a soft breath of air, turned his head to the side, and asked the lion who was taking off his burqa, "Do you usually work here?" ”

"It's not bad." With his back to him, Leon El Johnson replied with a slight dullness. "Sometimes I choose to go to the main hall to deal with work, and that throne is uncomfortable to sit on, but sometimes I just need this discomfort."

The lion turned, and he had completely taken off his robe, which was ten thousand times more gorgeous than the robe.

Its main colors are dark green and black, while silver is only found on the limbs, and gold reliefs appear throughout the armor. Majestic, solemn, and the wearer doesn't really need these things to reveal his identity.

Some people wear a crown to be called kings, while others are not, they are born kings.

Coetzes smiled and admired his brother's armor: "It's gorgeous. ”

"But it's useless." The lion said solemnly. "It didn't help me at all, except for occasions like this. It's not an easy task to make, man. ”

"My subjects in the Caliban have worked hard to make this armor, and it has cost me so much time and material resources that I want to throw it in the garbage at the first sight. What is it for? It's just a shackle to me. But I must take it, as you must come here to investigate me. ”

There was a strong confidence in his eyes, and Coates couldn't help but be surprised—he couldn't understand why Leon thought so.

"Actually, bro." Coetzes sighed with a slight regret. He regretted it because he knew that after he said the next sentence, the intimacy that Leon Elzhuangsen had shown might be gone.

Even if it doesn't disappear, it will probably be greatly reduced.

"It's not what you think." Konrad Coetzes said. "Although Terra has allowed it, and the Emperor and the Sealbearer have stamped the Eighth Legion's operation, it is indeed my own will that has driven it to this point. In other words, Leon, I came on my own initiative. ”

The Caliban's gaze grew cold a little.

"But it's not just for the sake of investigation."

"Really?" The male lion asked with a grim expression.

"Yes."

"So, what else do you want to do?" The lion asked, his voice as cold as ice. "You're almost humiliating me, Conrad Coetzes. You have thrown my kindness on the ground more than once, and do not take my kindness as cowardice, brother. ”

"I also want to talk to you, like you said, casually. You and I are brothers, Leon. ”

"Brother? What kind of fraternity would do like you? ”

"I didn't do anything." Coates smiled, but the smile quickly faded after that.

"At least not yet, Leon. I just want to talk to you now about your story, the Caliban, your Knights, your Legion, your opinion of our brothers. That's all, I don't want anything more. ”

"What? Is this part of the forensic process? The lion sneered.

"Can't you tell you're using the Huairou policy? Let's get straight to the point, Konrad Coetze. I'll tell you everything you need, as long as you think you can afford it. I hope you can still maintain your current point of view after listening. ”

"What is my point of view now?" Coates asked rhetorically. "Do you think I'm already treating you and your legion as criminals?"

"Isn't it?"

"Not at all."

Conrad Coetzes stepped forward and put his right hand on the lion's shoulder. He was obviously uncomfortable with this, his posture stiffened, and his expression changed. Leon looked down at the pale hand, and suddenly remembered one of Fogham's words.

"Our brother is not a man who likes physical contact, Leon."

His eyes froze slightly, and he raised his head and looked at Conrad Coetzes. The latter was looking at him with a little expectation, his dark eyes full of pleas.

After a few seconds, Leon ElJohnson nodded slowly.

"Okay." He said with a cold expression and a gentle tone. "Yes, but I'll ask questions first."

"Please, brother." Coetzes said obediently.

This chapter is 4.2k, owes 1.8k, and is repaid when the illness is cured.

By the way, why don't you have a fever or back pain?

(End of chapter)