Hatred and anger are unrestrained.

Carlil is well aware of this. Driven by hatred, people do many things that they would not have been able to do.

Just listening to this description, you may think that this means that they have lost their minds, but in fact, a person who is full of hatred may only lose his mind in the true sense of the word when he gets revenge.

Until then, they will all be in an ice cellar thinking about how to crush their enemies to ashes. Of course, there are also those who preach that revenge is useless, or that revenge can only bring more hatred.

Carlil had thought about both of these questions, and he finally came to the conclusion through his own practice that revenge felt great.

Not empty, not at all. There is no so-called bitterness, only pure joy and lightness, revenge, and what could be more 'free' than to be relieved of responsibility?

As he pondered these things, a mark in his palm rubbed against his palm. It was still hot, but it didn't make the temperature of his palm warm. His body temperature was still no different from that of a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

That's weird, isn't it? Carlil thought to himself. A living person, a living person with a heartbeat, breathing, and blood flow, but with a body temperature like a corpse buried deep in the ground in the ice and snow

Don't let Jairziño know about this.

He couldn't help but chuckle as Conrad Coetze's voice came from behind him, with a hint of palpable displeasure: "I don't think a man should be disturbed when he's working. What do you think, Carlil? ”

"I'm sorry." Carlil obediently apologized. "But I'm not laughing because of you. Also, you're not working, the person who works is Jairziño. ”

The Chief Medical Officer coughed solemnly.

"If you laugh because of the way I look now, I'm fine." Coetzes replied listlessly.

It's hard to get him listless, and normally, Conrad Cotz is the most energetic guy on the Nightfall outside of Siani. But not now, right now, he's being seeded.

This process is supposed to be serious, is it? Most people in the world still think that this event will carry a sense of sacredness and mission. However, this is far from the truth.

The Astartes have genetic glands, and the surgeries they have to go through when they are harvested for seeds are serious indeed. Conrad Coetzes is different, he only needs to provide the genetic material as a sample, in other words, he is actually just having his blood drawn.

Well. As long as you ignore the amount of blood being drawn.

"If I laugh out loud about it, I'm afraid I'll have an opinion about myself."

"Since I have no opinion, you have no opinion." Koz turned to look at Jaelziño, who took a deep breath as expected, and picked up the second half of Koz's unspoken sentence: "I'm okay with that, Primordial." ”

"No, you have to have an opinion, like why I have to let the medic do this instead of the pharmacist." The Lord of the Night said with a pretense of seriousness. "How can you be okay, Jaelziño? You're working overtime. ”

What day have I rested? The Chief Medical Officer secretly scolded himself, but still kept his face expressionless in awe, a rare quality that made him extremely successful at talking in his sleep with his eyes open.

"I love my job, Primitive." Jaylziño said. "That's why I never rest."

A chuckle came from behind the medic.

Coetze stifled a smile, his lips trembling slightly, and he said in Nostramo: "This man used to say that he hated humor." ”

"Alright, two adults—" The Chief Medic groomed his hands painfully as he began to manipulate the instrument to extract the original blood, grumbling with a smile. "—I'm trying to work!"

"Okay, then I'll go first." Carlil said with a little regret. "It's a shame that I would have liked to say a few more jokes that I had carefully prepared to implement the effect."

"What did you prepare?" Coetze's eyes widened and he asked. "What are you going to joke about?"

"It's always necessary to plan ahead, Captain." Carlil said mildly. "After all, the biggest bet within our legion is about to be revealed, and of course I have to prepare for one or two."

The Chief Medical Officer's hand stiffened, and the smile stopped.

"Bet?" Conrad Coetzes sat up from the iron bed in confusion. "Why would you tell a joke on that occasion, Carlil?"

"Trust me," Carlil shook his head meaningfully. "The moment the mystery is revealed, you have to liven up the atmosphere with jokes."

"Okay, but what is this bet about? Why didn't I hear the slightest bit of wind? ”

Carlil smiled and turned to leave the infirmary, not continuing the conversation. He's said enough, and revealing more would take some of the fun to his heart's shoulders.

But will this little episode be remembered and investigated by Coetzes? The answer should be yes, and he was looking forward to the Night Lord's expression when he found out the truth.

It was nice to have the courage to take responsibility, but he didn't want Conrad Coetz to forget something else.

——

Breathe, Leon, breathe.

The lion opened his eyes and did as he was told. A faint white light appeared before his eyes, and a man holding a long roll of parchment looked up at him in awe and stammered.

"Honorable, honorable sir—" His voice sounded shrill and ridiculous, but Leon kept his demeanor. "-Welcome back to Terra!"

The lion exhaled slowly, as he did every time he got off the boat, when he was grounded. It had almost become a habit, and the official and the Imperial Guard he had brought with him were still watching him.

There was awe in their eyes, and the lion habitually let the corners of his mouth scrape a smile, and nodded gracefully and majestically: "Then, I also want to thank you." You didn't arrange a parade, and I'm grateful for that. ”

"Don't dare, sir!" The official bowed his head in panic and quickly left. As soon as he left, the lion regained his expression.

He wore a black cloak with the Order's coat of arms fastened to his chest, and underneath it was a stately and ornate dark green gown. A ceremonial sword rested at his waist and was held down by him with one hand.

His short blonde hair fluttered slightly in the air, a stark contrast to his ruthless dark green eyes.

Cothwayne's voice came from behind him, "Primordial, according to your orders, I have checked, the Nightfall left Terra two weeks ago. The Ministry of Military Affairs did not hide this from us. ”

"They must have said something else, right?" The male lion asked lightly.

"The officer in charge of dealing with me did say something vaguely." Coswayne narrates without emotion. "He thinks that the disappearance rate of the auxiliaries who fight alongside us is a bit too high. Every year, they meet with many parents who come to their children for questioning because they do not see their children's bodies. ”

The lion snorted lightly, resting his right hand on the hilt of his sword, not commenting, and his expression indifferent.

There are at least tens of millions of aprons in Terra, and at least a few thousand at the foot of the palace. As a genetic protogen, he has permission to stay directly in the Himalayas. At this moment, he was standing on top of a wall and looking down.

Workers rushed almost like a river, walking around on the white ground, piling up rocks or carrying goods. The male lion looked at this scene coldly, still proud, but there was a little sour in his heart from nowhere.

In the past, he would not waver in any way about the evaluation of others. Now it's different, and now, he's—

- "Leon. ”

The lion turned his head.

"Rogge." He bowed his head gently in greeting. "It's always nice to see you."

Coswayne lowered his head and slowly backed away, leaving the occasion to the lion and his brother Rog Dorne. The stubborn stone with short gray hair was frowning at the moment, and his expression was not good-looking.

"It's good to see you, too, but, Leon. If you're coming to the palace, why don't you communicate with me first? ”

"I didn't know you were here, too." The lion said skillfully.

"The Yamajin is in low-earth orbit." Roger Dorn replied with a blank face, he knew what trick Leon was playing, but he didn't debunk it, and even turned to another thing.

"I'm going to leave Terra next spring, and my dad gave me some new work when he left. Don't mention that, you're here to find someone? ”

The right hand under the lion's cloak clenched the sword little by little, not trying to attack, but simply because of an emotional reaction.

"You know?"

"The palm seal man mentioned this to me, just a few words. Besides, even if I don't know, I can see something from the way you came on this trip. I was most surprised that you didn't hold a military parade. ”

Dorne stared at Leon's face tightly, trying to discern something from his face. That gaze can hardly be called gentle. Through him, Leon saw a row of yellow figures standing not far behind his brother.

They didn't wear a lot of weapons, but compared to Coswayne and himself, they were fully armed. Dorne himself wore his famous consul uniform, with an empty waist and no weapons.

The contrast began to make Leon's temples throb. He suppressed the urge to roar, suppressed the arrogance born of pride, and even swallowed the resentment caused by such treatment into his stomach.

Then, he spoke softly.

"What did the Palm Printer say?"

"He only said that you came to find someone, and he also asked me to take you to him as soon as I saw you."

Leon lowered his gaze and raised it again after a moment: "Then, please show me the way, brother." ”

Dorn nodded in surprise.

Twenty-five minutes later, Leon El Johnson met the Palm Sealer himself in a secret room beneath the Terra Palace. The memory of the progenitor made it almost impossible for him to forget anything, and the things he remembered naturally included Machado's face.

He was exactly as Leon remembered, a decrepit old man, with a scepter in his hand and almost indistinguishable from a cane. The face under the hood of the robe was wrinkled, and the skin was as dry and wrinkled as a bronze parchment roll, with numerous wrinkles.

There is only one difference.

His eyes.

At this moment, there was a kind of emotion that Leon couldn't see through in those eyes.

"I need an explanation."

The Lions took the lead, and he chose to take the lead rather than wait for Machado to speak. He knew what Macado could do, and he would not be taken lightly by his aging appearance.

"Explain what?" Machado asked, his voice low, almost like it came from a grave.

"Don't—" Leon took a deep breath, miraculously suppressing his anger once more. "—Don't ask knowingly, Palm Seal, I respect you. I don't want our relationship to go bad from this cold respect. ”

Macado smiled.

"Even if you're saying nice things, you sound like you're threatening me." He said with a smile. "Well, great lion, I'll tell you the truth. The person you're looking for isn't here anymore. ”

Leon opened his mouth, but no voice came out. He was silent for several seconds, his muscles relaxing and tense for a few seconds, as if he were going through a spasm.

"What do you mean?" He asked reluctantly.

"Sir Luther is gone." Makado said.

He said this expressionlessly, and the smile faded. His eyes looked like two whirlpools, staring at them, and the anger in the lion's heart was sucked away. At the moment, the emotion he sensed was more like a kind of powerlessness.

"Dead?"

"No, he's gone." Macado repeated. "You're not just here to find someone, you're here to get the truth. You're trying to clear his name, noble deeds, but Sir Luther probably doesn't want you to do that. ”

"Where did he go?"

"I can't tell you." Macado replied, barely emotionless in his voice. "He is a man of faith, and I respect such a man, and I will not tell you these things against his will."

"His will?"

The lion took a step forward—a step that caused a huge echo in the chamber. The ensuing roar began to add to the echo, making it something even more terrifying.

Machado looked at him unsurprised, trying to dissuade the lion from calming down, but his words could not be spoken. He raised an eyebrow rather in surprise.

Gainlyon Al-Johnson's expression today.

What kind of face is this?

The face is perfect, and from any angle, it's perfect. This perfection is not the paranoid perfection of extreme handsomeness or beauty, but the perfection of every detail added up.

Eyebrows, eyes, nose. Even the beard, every detail, makes this face look extremely majestic. Is it handsome? Of course, but no one cares about it.

This is a natural face of a king, it is ruthless and calm, and its majesty is quite deep. The wind is calm when the face is expressionless, and the storm howls when the anger roars, and the majesty is doubled.

And now, the face is distorting.

Emotions – Extremely complex emotions are distorting it. Its owner didn't care, and was breathing heavily, trying to calm down.

Instinctive anger was being pressed down by Leon El Johnson with his precious sanity, and the indignation and melancholy that had arisen from the whole thing piled up in the depths of his eyes, causing his dark green eyes to fluctuate and blink.

The lion closed his eyes and began to breathe deeply again. Words rang in his ears, and they had been ringing countless times on his way to Terra.

They are thunder, lightning, the sound of a bomb being fired, the silent wail of a missile in a vacuum when it hits a ship, the subtle scream of the ground being baptized by flames and trampled by iron boots.

They are the voices of a man patiently and meticulously teaching a beast, and he teaches him language, fighting, etiquette, life. He gave everything to the beast, and he turned the beast into a man.

They were the unspoken words that the man had left in his womb.

'Yes. I can't resist the temptation to make a difference, I need honor, even if it's stolen. ’

But you're just asking me to be the commander, Leon, and I don't like that. I also want to go to the front line to fight, to kill the enemies of humanity with others. ’

'I don't want to see you standing on a high mountain looking down on me, Leon, you should be standing in the same place as us. You can't stand there, so I did these things, and I brought your legion to the shame it has today. Frankly, I'm happy. ’

I need honor.

I'm a knight, and I should fight alongside everyone else, and you can't 'protect' me just because you want to.

You should be standing in the same place as us, standing together, Leon.

You can't stand on a hill and look down on everyone, you can't stand there alone.

I am happy to do these things, and I am willing to sacrifice.

I need honor.

So, why don't you take these honors back with your own hands?

Leon Altheuson opened his eyes.

Macado was very surprised by this.

"You're mature." The Palm Printmaker suppressed most of his emotions and shook his head with a slight sigh. "At least you've been able to put yourself in other people's shoes, and I'm glad for you, Leon."

"I don't need your pleasure," the original said calmly. "Machado, what the hell does Luther mean? What happened to him? I. I beg you to tell me these things. ”

Machado sighed regretfully.

"I'll tell you if I could. Even if it is for your rare request, I should tell you the truth of the matter. But I can't, otherwise it would be against my own principles. Sir Luther wants me to keep these secrets for him, and I can't break my word. ”

"So, what about the truth?" He asked. "Where is the truth, Machado? I came to Terra with two things I wanted to accomplish, the first was destined not to go my way, but the second? ”

"This part, of course, I can say."

"Then let's talk about it." Leon AlJohnson whispered.

He gripped the ceremonial sword tightly, in a very different state of mind, with a human body, not a lionheart.

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