Carlil restrained his facial muscles with a remarkable control, and he managed to keep them stiff without even blinking his eyes.

He sat in one of the chairs in the conference room, without any expression on his face.

This chair is 'genotype-sized', so it can accommodate him as well. The chair was also very luxurious, and like everything on the Imperial Dream, it had a certain quality that would make the eyes of the Nostramo people ache.

But what about anything else?

As a chair, does it make people feel comfortable?

The answer is no.

Sitting on it felt like torture, but Carlil had already experienced a worse chair, and he was still able to keep his face blank and listen to the Emperor and his sons communicate one by one

"I'm glad to see the three of you together without any barriers." The emperor said. "Even after many years of separation, brothers are still brothers after all."

St. Giles replied with his rare serious expression.

Horus smiled, but only somewhat reluctantly.

Corax was the calmest, but his shoulders were lifted a little too widely, making him look as if he was sinking into the back of his chair.

The behavior of the primordials is of course incomprehensible, especially in St. Giles.

Baal's angel always gives the right answer at the right time, and his words are always appropriate, whether it's to Astarte or to a commoner. At this moment, he didn't say a word.

The Emperor appeared indifferent, and the second hour and thirty-one minutes and seventeen seconds after he walked into the room, he declared the meeting over.

During these two and a half hours, he and his sons discussed stars, the universe, battleships, and legions. He describes in detail some of the ancient animals that once existed on Terra and their current close relatives.

He talks about poems, stories, myths and legends, literary works, paintings. He also talks about the night sky and the early morning, and about what a farmer has to do when he is working on the farm. He has never behaved so 'close'.

Because of this, his sons were a little dazed.

So, after they left, he turned his gaze to the other person who was left behind, a person who didn't blink at all.

"Am I doing badly?" The Emperor asked in a different tone that did not belong to the 'Emperor'.

"No, Great Majesty." Carlil replied.

At the same time, he finally blinked slowly. The left eyelid is lowered first, and then the right eyelid.

This deliberate act made the emperor sigh, and he raised his right hand and rubbed the golden bracer on his left wrist with his fingers: "It's not funny"

"I didn't laugh."

"Yes." The emperor said. "If you have to say that."

Carlil grinned and smiled slowly. It was a naked, undisguised mockery. The mere appearance of it on his face was enough to startle people, not to mention the person he was laughing at at the moment.

However, despite this, the emperor behaved a little more relaxed. He leaned back, slumped down on the back of his chair, and frowned.

"Looks like you're realizing they're not very comfortable, too." Carlil said with a smile. "It's so luxurious, every detail is taken care of, and the carved texture is so fine that it's surprisingly fine, that's why it's always on your back."

"This is the first time I've used it." The emperor turned to the side and began to run his fingers over the back of the chair.

He observed the even larger gilded chair, and an undisguised sense of truth suddenly appeared on his face that was not yet masked. This feeling should not be found in the Lord of Humanity, it is so human, it can almost be counted as a fragile collection.

It is so. I don't want to look at it directly.

Carlil looked away and looked at the paintings on the walls of the conference room, "You have a few minutes to show that expression, Your Majesty." ”

The 'Emperor' chose to remain silent.

For a moment, his gaze wandered around the room. He was caught in the same contemplation he often fell into, the laurel wreath on his forehead still shining, and his body was tall and strong to perfection.

But it was only a lie, and Carlil gazed at the light, fading them with his gaze, and then he saw what was true beneath the light.

An unresponsible father, a bitter friend, a self-condemning prophet.

Carlil sighed softly.

"Why is that?" He almost sounded complaining.

"There's too little time." The Emperor stood up and took the initiative to end his 'few minutes', putting on the mask of half-truths and half-truths again.

His ambition and the ruthlessness he forced himself to mingle with each other made the mask a formidable symbol. He gently moved the chair away and put his fingers on its back, clenching it slowly like a sword.

And I have so much to do." The Lord of Humanity spoke slowly. "There will always be people in the galaxy waiting for this deliverance they don't want, but they don't have the power to choose. I'm not going to give them a choice. ”

"So—" He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the light had converged again.

"-So?" Carlil cast his gaze.

"I want you to talk to Koraks, I need him to lead his legion into the Great Expedition as soon as possible. Preferably willingly. ”

"Why don't you do it yourself?" Carlil frowned. "I'm tired of dealing with the primitives"

"Because I still can't be completely ruthless to him after all." The Emperor said. "If I go, his home planet will become an industrial center, a transit point. I'm going to ignore the oppressed, and I'm going to let the Mechanics make this place exactly what I need it to be. You're different, you're not here yet. ”

"Are you being a euphemism to show that I'm weak?"

"No, I'm euphemistically expressing my envy." The Lord of Humanity said calmly. "Humanity is something that won't be restored, Carlile, cherish what you still have."

——

Carlil's gait slowly boarded the shuttle, and as he landed, it sank sharply.

The Emperor Dream has a special status within the Empire, and this status is reflected in many aspects. Her hull is so large that it could trigger tidal effects is one thing, and so is the appearance that sets it apart from any other warship.

However, at this moment, there is only one thing that can really affect Carlil.

- Her security clearance level was so high that the servants couldn't even board any of her shuttles. It was a difficult thing, but fortunately he didn't come alone.

Yes, not alone.

Yago Sevitaleone reached out and grabbed the controller. His pale fingers completely wrapped around its edges, and the mainstream design of the shuttle was not intended for the Astartes after all.

If Carlil allowed it, there would be many servants on the Imperial Dream who would be willing to steer the ship for him, and they would consider it an honor, but he didn't want to.

Not at all, it was too much trouble—the fact that he had a room on the Imperial Dream was known to the entire crew of the ship, and the respect they showed was almost uncomfortable to Carlil.

He can accept flattery and hypocritical enthusiasm, but he cannot turn a blind eye to the genuine feelings that naturally arise.

Therefore, we can only suffer Sevita for a while.

He had been hypnotically instilled with a lot of experience and knowledge that would take years to acquire, and this would be true for any legionnaire. This knowledge includes flying jet motorcycles, gunboats, gliders, and even the Thunderhawk. Shuttles are no longer a problem.

Sevita expertly operated it, allowing the golden winged and glass-shaped shuttle to fly through the dark vacuum.

Their destination was a satellite named Lycaius. It has no atmosphere, a harsh environment, and its people work hard and bitterly all year round to provide raw materials for the production of the giant corporations on the main planet Kiavar.

It's a classic system.

Carlil silently commented in his mind, thinking about how to speak to Corax.

He's not a great conversational person, he's just good at making things seem easy. In fact, every time he spoke, he had to think about it for a long time. Not to mention the fact that it's still the kind of thing now.

Let a leader who led an uprising leave his comrades behind and run around the galaxy to become a murderer who starts a war and has blood on his hands.

It's cruel. He thought. At the same time, he silently cast his gaze to the tail of the cabin.

He wasn't heavy enough for the shuttle to sink that much when it landed.

Carlil looked into the corner and didn't speak. His eyes were dull, and the dark eyes of the Nostramo were always recognizable. Sevita stood half-hunched in the cockpit behind him, intently driving the shuttle.

For a moment, all that was left was the faint sound of the engine.

The shuttle for the Imperial Dream is so soundproofed that the interior is perfectly decorated, luxurious but not extravagant, and every aspect takes care of those who might board the shuttle.

It even has a built-in wine cooler, located at the rear of the cabin.

Carlil walked over slowly, his arms swinging, a cold glow in the cuffs of his gown that he had deliberately done. He went to the wine cabinet and opened itself before he could look for the biometric device.

The heavy black armor plate pulled away automatically, and a pleasant synthesized voice rang out: "Welcome to the wine, Lord Carlil Lohals." You can indulge in hundreds of delicious dishes. ”

Carlil didn't answer the built-in voice, but silently observed the steady liquor on the six rows of shelves, the cold air overflowing, lingering over their bottles of different textures.

Kalil saw Kalash, a specialty of Baal and a favorite of the Angels of the Holy Blood. Fine wine, highly poisonous, often with added blood.

He also saw six wines from Otlama, all of which tasted good, but Carlil wasn't very fond of drinking.

His gaze scanned casually, occasionally lingering, but never really showing affection. Until a certain moment, he seemed to raise his right hand slowly.

The cold light bloomed instantly, and a sharp wail erupted in the air. Sevita was slightly stunned, but quickly let go of the joystick and turned around, and two short knives slipped out of the cuffs of his hands.

However, he did not see the enemy.

As a matter of fact.

Corus Corax slowly looked away, not choosing to make eye contact with Carlil again. He lowered his head and expressed his apology in a soft voice: "I'm sorry. ”

Sevita frowned deeply and didn't speak rashly.

He wisely chose to withdraw his weapon and continued to pilot the shuttle, even pressing a button on the bridge, causing an iron door to rise at the link between the cabin and the cockpit, completely isolating the sound behind him.

He always knows what to do and when.

Carlil let go of his hand, letting the straight blade dissipate into the air.

"Psionic energy." Carlil explained. "A convenient, but also dangerous force. It can be used for many things, such as fabricating weapons, hiding corpses, or creating improvised darkness to hide itself. ”

Corax nodded, taking a slight step back. Carlil stared into Corax's eyes, catching a hint of shock in the latter's not-so-completely dark eyes.

"How did you find me?"

"The darkness is never forgiving, but it is not so stingy as not to allow me to observe it." Carlil replied. "As for how I found out your answer is weight, Lord Corax."

Corax nodded slowly, and he clasped his hands, knuckled hands on top of his forearms. The clothes he wore were very peculiar, they looked like long robes, but the cuffs were very wide and not long.

Carlil's eyes narrowed, sensing what was behind the gesture. He changed his stance so that his left foot stepped back slightly. The same was true of his gaze, and he began to stare at Corax's arm with an anatomically sharp gaze.

Every muscle fiber had been completely dismantled in his imagination, and a non-existent blade was now gently cutting through the skin of the original body.

Coreus Corax's throat rolled up and down, and eventually, he chose to speak.

"You're going to Lycaius." He said that the tone was no different from that of a declarative sentence.

"Yes." Carlil said that he did not want to hide it, nor did he bother to hide it, and that a lie made no sense to a person like Coleus Corax. "And you're on a mission, but you shouldn't be here, Lord Corax."

He told me to go back down there, but I don't want to be in contact with those people just yet." Corax pursed his lips and excused himself with a not-so-convincing reason. "The way they look at me is so weird, I don't like it."

"That's true." Carlil smiled and turned to a porthole. He showed his back completely to Corax, but he didn't seem to care.

"Still, that's fine, Lord Corax." He whispered. "Maybe we can settle this matter before we reach Lycaius's orbit."

Corax was silent for a moment.

"What's the matter?"

"You'll know." Carlil replied, turning his back to him.

I'll change it today.,Don't have a fever.,Slow down.,Tomorrow I'll start to make up for the deficit.。

(End of chapter)