"You and I both know that we can't hold everything in the palm of our hands." Horus said. That's why we turn to others for help at certain times. There is no shame in that, St. Giles. ”

He's persistent. Angel thought. It's been hours, and he's still talking about it from time to time.

He sighed inwardly.

What else can be said? This is the classic Horus style - if he thinks you need help, he will always try to melt the ice with enthusiasm until he is outright refused.

At this moment, St. Giles had already taken off the brown and white robe he wore in the studio and changed into a solemn and solemn white robe. The garment itself was close to perfection, but it still couldn't reach one percent of him.

He and Horus walked side by side in the colorful corridors of the Red Tears, but their expressions were different.

The primordial bodies of the Holy Blood Angels remained silent as close to silence, their expressions thoughtful. Horus Lupecar's face was filled with anxiety, and St. Giles did not let this detail slip away, he grabbed it, but was unwilling to follow it.

"Yes, there's no shame in that. But this matter is beyond the scope of 'helping', Horus. What I can see is an abstract picture, and even I can't understand the true meaning of it, so how can I describe to you what I see? ”

"But you need help." Horuston paused. "Am I wrong, St. Giles?"

His words implied a pleading.

No.

Almost a little bit, the words blurted out of St. Giles's mouth. But he didn't do that, he just kept silent.

To say that you don't need it is to lie. He can't lie to his brother, but he doesn't need help either.

At least not now.

Extremely dark is still just extremely dark.

Horus received no answer, he sighed, stopped and shook his head. St. Giles saw sorrow in his eyes, and he was not angry or disappointed by St. Giles's concealment, and this emotion in his eyes was called sympathy.

For the rest of the day, there was silence between them. The silence didn't stop until they boarded the shuttle, where the Blood Guard's Azcaron and the Gasterin Terminator's Farkus Cabo had been waiting for a long time.

Despite this, the two Primordial Guards were not fully armed, not even wearing ceremonial armor. Their clothing is in the colors of their respective legions, but there are not many details. Simple and elegant, with clean lines.

Horus greeted the two with a smile, of course, according to his style, the greeting could not be limited to just one greeting. In fact, he affectionately pulled Azcaron and Phacus by the shoulders, and chatted comfortably and naturally.

St. Giles kept a smile on his face, but his mind didn't fall on it. For a moment, it was as if he were two very different people in one body.

On the outside, he is kind and gentle, with a smile on his face. Inside, however, he harbored a kind of apathy, and he just wanted to withdraw himself from this environment.

His wish soon came true, and the shuttle docked with their destination after a ten-minute voyage.

The golden glow shone into the cabin with the sound of the machinery running, and Horus reined in his intimacy and ended the conversation with a joke. After this, he set foot side by side with St. Giles aboard the Imperial Dream.

Their guards followed closely behind them. There was no guard of honor and a warm welcome, not even a guide - this was the request of Horus, who was very familiar with the Imperial Dream as well as his own flagship.

"Turn left, St. Giles," Horus whispered. "You'll see a series of white stone pillars and fountains, as well as grass, trees, and some plants. There are many rare and endangered species of animals that inhabit the area. ”

The angel blinked with a little interest, and he did as he was told, and did see what Horus had described. He had never seen it before, he had boarded the Emperor's Dream like Horus, but he hadn't lived there as long as he did.

The angel couldn't help but glance at Horus, who was smiling happily, as if he had forgotten the silence.

"Come on." Horus beckoned to him. "It's better to see less, there are a few of these animals that don't like to be watched for too long, and if you look too intently, they may come after you."

He shrugged: "Or peck you." Frankly, it doesn't hurt, but it's embarrassing. ”

St. Giles couldn't help but laugh.

They began to walk side by side again, and along the way, Horus introduced him to many of the sights of the Imperial Dream.

Sometimes it's a long corridor, resplendent and majestic. Sometimes it's just an inconspicuous painting, and Horus can tell not only the name of its author, but even some of the stories behind the painting.

He knew every nook and cranny, and St. Giles listened patiently, not feeling that Horus was showing off. He is happy to accept this kind of sharing.

However, as they passed through a door, Horus stopped and frowned for the first time after boarding the Emperor Dream.

"What's wrong?" St. Giles asked with implicit concern.

He looked at the door and saw that there was a sign on the door that clearly did not conform to the overall décor of the Imperial Dream, it was a white blade that was glistening in the darkness, as bright as moonlight.

"This door" Horus shook his head, his expression a little confused, but he didn't immediately explain.

He looked around and managed to find an inconspicuous button embedded in the nearby wall.

He reached out and pressed it.

A mechanical voice immediately rang out: "Identity verification has passed, welcome back, Horus Lupecar." What questions do you have? ”

Horus turned his head sideways, smiled at St. Giles, and pointed his finger at the button.

The angel smiled helplessly - well, this time, Horus was really showing off.

"Ahem." Horus cleared his throat. "I want to know that this door. No, what is this room for? ”

"It's a bedroom."

"Bedroom? Who does it belong to? ”

"Carlil Lohals." The mechanical voice replied.

Horus opened his mouth, but said nothing. St. Giles caught a glimpse of a rapidly fading shadow in his brother's face, which made the angel feel a little strange, and he spoke.

"An instructor of the Eighth Legion?"

The mechanical voice paused for a moment before replying again: "Voiceprint matching, biometric data retrieval. Identity verification has passed, welcome back, St. Giles. Yes, this room belonged to the instructor of the Eighth Legion, Carlil Lohals. ”

"Why does he have a room on the Imperial Dream?" Horus asked, confused.

"The machine can't answer." The mechanical voice said. "Please go to the bridge and find the Ponderor Array A-7 and use the main engine query to get the answer."

"Okay." Horus shrugged, apparently unconcerned, grabbed St. Giles' shoulders and turned away. "It looks like it's my father's handiwork. We'd better go see him first, don't you think, brother? ”

"I'm okay with that." The angel replied. "But isn't he still talking to Corax?"

"He can't say a word to you, can he?" Horus squeezed his eyes and made a joke.

However, when they arrived at the emperor's study, they were really stopped by the guards of the golden armor.

"I'm sorry, but Your Majesty has specifically explained that I don't want to be disturbed by anyone at this time." The Forbidden Army said in an unemotional tone. "Even if it's two adults."

Horus was silent for a moment again, he had fallen into silence enough times today. St. Giles couldn't help but feel a little worried about his brother, but beyond that, he still had the urge to laugh.

The Primordial Hearts of the Shadowmoon Wolves turned their heads in feeling, glared at the angel, and shook their heads in disapproval of the latter's expressionless face.

"Laugh if you want, St. Giles. What I've said before is really ridiculous when compared to the situation we're facing now. ”

St. Giles turned his head and smiled silently at the wall of the hallway.

Horus sighed, he looked at the Praetorian who was speaking, and after a brief gaze, spit out a name: "La? La Endymion? ”

The forbidden army nodded, the red tassels fluttering above their heads.

"It turned out to be you. How are you doing? ”

"Your question is humorous." Ra said.

Horus couldn't help but touch his chin, what he had just said was indeed a joke, but he didn't expect the Praetorian Army to answer him like this.

"Okay, so let's get down to business. Is my father talking to Corax inside? ”

"Yes."

"How long?"

"Thirteen hours and twenty-seven minutes." La Endymion said. "It's probably going to be a long time coming."

"But he was the one who brought me and St. Giles here not long ago." Horus frowned. "Why did my father call me and my brother when he had something to do and couldn't see us?"

"Because he explained the matter to us in advance." La Endymion replied calmly. "He hopes that the two primordials can entertain a friend from afar for him."

Horus's brow began to furrow, "Who?" ”

"Carlil Lohals." The forbidden army said.

His tone changed, no longer so unemotional, but a little strange. St. Giles captured the tiny detail, and the angel slowly raised an eyebrow, his fingers rubbing his palm. Horus nodded after a moment of silence.

"I see." The Kosonians replied solemnly.

There are two more chapters.

(End of chapter)