Acurdona was faintly uneasy.

Where does this uneasiness come from? Well, the answer is actually quite obvious. If your Primordial visits another Primordial and only takes you as a guard, you will also feel uneasy.

When honor is magnified to an extreme degree, it is no longer honor, but a burden. What's more, Lorga Aurelian, who was traveling with Fogham, didn't even bring a single guard.

The Great Speaker, dressed in a sacrificial robe from Colchis, came with his hands empty. This means that security will be completely handed over to Acurdona.

The chief swordsman of the Emperor's Son was eager to ask—what could I do? Yes, I know I'm very skilled, but what can I do?

At this moment, Acurdona was wearing a purple-gold uniform that best represented the emperor's son, and an amber charm hung from the lobe of his right ear, one of the trinkets made by Vogrim himself, which would only be given to his favorite warriors.

He also had a saber at his waist, which, of course, was far more ornate than it was practical, and as a knife, fine reliefs and lines were carved into the body of the knife, and even made it hollow

To call it a weapon would only make people laugh.

Fogrem took in all of Acurdona's small movements, but didn't make any comments. He smiled, his long silver-white hair glistening almost in the darkness. Of course, he himself could not shine, thanks to the Great Whisperer who walked beside him.

Lorga Aurelian's glittering golden skin almost served as a light for his brother - no way, the Nostramo people had a much lower need for brightness than ordinary people, their street lamps. It barely glows.

Fortunately, it didn't take long to walk, and after passing two towering marble columns again, they saw Konrad Coetzes alone at the end of the red carpet.

Compared to his noble status, the Night Lord's dress was simply plain and amazing. He was dressed in a simple black robe, with a pendant looming from his chest, and his black hair was simply tied back to form a common warrior's braided hairstyle.

Acurdona had tried this hairstyle before, but he opted for a more elaborate one.

"Welcome, brothers." The Lord of the Night spoke softly, and had previously given Acurdona, who was observing him, a glance in greeting, who was slightly startled, and then bowed his head in some flattery.

"I hope that the newborn Nostramo will slightly reverse the image it once had in your eyes"

Fogham smiled and stepped forward and gave him a straight hug. Coetze didn't choose to dodge, but his expression was a little helpless.

He shook Luo Jia's hand again, somewhat embarrassed, but Koz didn't seem to care about the past. He shook hands far harder than he should have shown, and this level of enthusiasm even made Luo Jia a little dazed for a moment.

"Why didn't you prepare for a military parade, Conrad?" Fogrem put his arm around the Night Lord's shoulders and made a slightly affectionate joke.

"Didn't you bring Acurdona with you?"

"Huh?" Fogham raised an eyebrow. "Of course there are reasons for that, but you should at least prepare for a military parade."

"No, it's too much trouble—" The Lord of the Night shook his head. "—don't tell me you really want to blow the cold wind for hours on a cold night like this, and watch me introduce you to my company one after another."

"Why not?"

"It's too much trouble." Conrad Coetzes repeated. "And you're just kidding, aren't you, Fogen? Why did the people who wanted to see the parade themselves bring only one guard? ”

He ruthlessly pierced through Forgrim's disguise, turning the smile held back by the phoenix into a chuckle that escaped in the night wind, but he didn't seem to give up, and instead pulled Acurdona with a smile and introduced the latter to Coz once again.

"This is Acurdona." Fogham said in a poetic tone. "My eldest son, my pride, my chief swordsman and my second company commander. He's not just a 'guard', brother. ”

Acurdona looked at Conrad Coetze with a distressed look. The latter sighed imperceptibly and beckoned to the darkness beside him.

A pale Terrabite Nightblade walked out of the darkness like that, and the primordials were naturally aware of his presence, but Acurdona was different, he was slightly stunned, and there was surprise in his eyes.

"This is my championship." Coates said with a blank face. "Siani from Terra."

"That's it? I'm talking about four titles. Fogrem tilted his head in dissatisfaction.

In the face of his question, Kotz finally laughed - unfortunately, this smile was very meaningful: "Actually, Siani has many titles, Fogen. If you want to hear it, I can certainly ask him to say it one by one. ”

Acurdona saw that Nightblade's face seemed to turn even paler.

"You're just cheating." Fogrem sighed. "Forget it—then, is there a banquet?"

"Absolutely." The Lord of the Night turned and walked gracefully with a gait. Luo Jia followed in silence, he had expected this neglected situation for a long time, so he didn't think there was anything wrong.

In fact, the situation was much better than he had expected. However, after the sound of his footsteps, Coates suddenly stopped.

He turned, showing half of his pale side face to the Great Speaker.

"Do you have any favorite specials, bro?" Conrad Coetzes asked softly. "There are several chefs in my legion who are from Terra, and they cook a lot of dishes."

Fogham turned his head and smiled into the darkness with mixed feelings and relief.

Lorga Aurelian opened his mouth slowly, and after a moment of silence he uttered a grateful, enthusiastic voice: "I'm not a picky eater, brother! ”

"Really?" Koz withdrew his gaze and continued on his way. "That's good, so am I."

——

Carlil crouched down and picked up the wreckage of a torn fighter servant from the ground. He looked thoughtfully at the cyborg creature that was still sparking, and reached out and poked its purple muscles, a color that certainly wouldn't be natural.

Virtually every fighter servant used to provide training is infused with a large amount of potent stimulant at the moment of activation. Under the influence of these poisonous chemicals, they were able to match the Astartes in muscular strength.

Of course, for now, biology is not something he is studying, and he knows enough about the structure of the human body.

He's working on mechanics right now—strange to say, but that's exactly what happened.

People always have to keep improving, and in Carlil's opinion, if he has enough time, then it is natural to learn something new.

However, he doesn't seem to have much talent for mechanics.

On the way back, he had been wondering how to repair the damaged fighter servant. Today, there are as many as twenty-six fighter servants who have been completely scrapped from under his hands, and it is not that they have been repaired, but their functions have changed to a certain extent

Or rather, mutilation.

"Tsk"

With a sigh, Carlil put the servant down, then turned away from the workbench and walked to the closet.

His office and living room inside the 'lair' is not large, but it is fully equipped with a wardrobe. Although he doesn't have a lot of clothes, it's enough for him to cope with all kinds of occasions.

He chose a simple gown to change into and left his office.

The full name of 'lair' is actually quite written and very verbose. To this day, not only Nightblade, but also civilians are accustomed to calling this giant building, which is half underground and half above ground, a lair.

It is mysterious to those who have not been in it, and 'to death cold' to those who have been.

No one knew why it was so cold inside the lair, and the cold wind gusted through the dark corridors, blowing away the mist and creating an echo that was almost whimpering. Aside from the absence of cobwebs and dust, it's probably the same as a cemetery.

It's just as eerie and terrifying. As long as you ignore those new bloods.

I mean, as long as you ignore the new blood that is everywhere.

"Instructor!" A group of new bloods in training armor shouted a greeting to him, and then scattered and ran away.

Carlil could tell at a glance what they were doing - 'The Hunt', and if the new blood participating in the event was not completely caught by the veterans who were chasing them before midnight, some rewards would be awarded.

Those who excel can even earn themselves a power weapon, and of course, there is a penalty for being caught.

Carlil paused and watched them go away. He began to wonder if he could expand the lair any more, the Nightblades were still outnumbered, but, somehow, he felt that the lair was starting to get a little crowded

Thinking about it, another wave of footsteps also came to him, and a hoarse voice sounded: "Instructor, did you see them?" ”

Carlil looked up and nodded, but shook his head again, "It's cheating to ask someone for help, Van Zhuode."

"I know, but that doesn't stop me from asking." The warrior known as Van Jod said, he was a native of Nostramo, still young, but already a member of an experienced hunting team.

Carlil chuckled, "I'm not going to tell you where they are, just look for yourself, Van Zod. They have dispersed. ”

Fan Zhuode grinned and sneered: "I understand." ”

Looking at him in the distance, Carlil took a step and walked towards the banquet hall. His expression had returned to calm.

There is one more chapter.

Again, there is no appearance of Chaos in this volume

(End of chapter)