The banquet ended smoothly without any waves. Lorga didn't say anything that shouldn't be said, and Fogrem sang a ballad from Chermoth to liven up the atmosphere. Koz could see his good intentions, and so could Carlile.

Fogreme's actions weren't superfluous, but it's hard to say what they did. At the very least, it was clear to Carlil that Conrad Coz still didn't really like Loja.

Or maybe he didn't have any special feelings about Lorga from the start—in that sense, Fogham seemed to be doing useless work.

But who can really accuse him of anything?

At least Koz can't.

"Lahrs?" The Lord of the Night frowned. "A technologically advanced alien race, and it's in the easternmost part of the Extreme Star Field? Is this true, Fogream? ”

"It's Fugen."

"Is this true, Fogen?"

Phoenix nodded solemnly: "The news from the scouts of the 28th Expeditionary Fleet is conclusive. From this point of view, it is a miracle that the ships between Nostramo and Maculag were not plundered by them. ”

Coates nodded and agreed with Vogrim's statement: "It's a miracle indeed. ”

"It's not over yet, brother, this alien race is not just highly technologically advanced, they also have a high degree of socialization, and the whole race is unusually united. It will be an uphill battle to conquer their world. ”

The phoenix of Chemus raised his right hand, put it on his left shoulder, and sat down on the chair and saluted: "That's why, I'll take Loja to you, Conrad." I need the help of the Midnight Blade. ”

The Lord of the Night did not answer, but his brow furrowed deeper.

Does Vogrim's words sound credible? Well, if you don't take into account his past style, these words are quite sincere. However, herein lies the problem.

The Chemos did not like to let others interfere in their conquests, nor did they like to be 'helped'. In fact, in the wars that the Emperor's sons experienced, they were usually the only ones who helped the other legions, unless they were working with Ferus and his sons.

And now, he's traveled thousands of miles to Nostramo, just to ask for help? He could have gone to Robert Killiman and the Ultramarines.

Conrad Coetzes could have made it a little simpler, but he wasn't willing to do it.

"Is it because of Luojia?" He asked suddenly.

Fogham stared at him, and a wry smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Did I teach you too well?" Or is it a credit to Instructor Carlil? ”

Coetzes chuckled and didn't answer the question.

Fogrem sighed and had to go on himself. He didn't want to let the conversation end here, could things still turn around? At least, that's what he believes.

"Yes, as you think, I hope that the estrangement between you and Luo Jia can be bridged in this war. I don't want to see any of us at odds with each other. If brothers can't trust each other, it's a bit too sad. ”

"I have no problem with participating in the war." Conrad Coetzes said bluntly. "But I want to correct one of your notions, Fogen. I don't have the hatred or disgust you might think for Luojia, and I don't have any feelings for him. ”

Fogham choked on, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't. He simply closed his mouth and fell silent, contemplating more cautious, more sincere words.

But what to say?

Looking at those completely dark eyes, Fogrem felt for the first time that his language skills were lacking.

Conrad Coetzes didn't let the silence continue.

"I do not exclude cultural exchanges between the legions, nor do I exclude the use of war to forge the chain of friendship between them. But I'm different, Fogen."

"What's the difference?" Vogrim asked rhetorically. "Aren't you and I all genetic protos?"

"Your statement is idealistic, but I'll use a colder description." Coates leaned back and leaned back in his chair. His gaze was very deep, like a hurried glance of a dead person in a dark world towards the living.

"When my father designed us in his lab, he deliberately made such a huge difference between us. You can speak well and have a perfect posture. Some worlds probably just see your posture and surrender on the spot. I'm different, take a closer look at me, brother. ”

The Lord of the Night slowly rose from his chair, and he approached Vogrim so that he could see his reflection through his dark eyes.

At this distance, Phoenix could feel his brother's breath at all—and that breath was not even warm.

As dead as the eyes of the Lord of the Night.

"I'm a monster." He said softly. "Can anyone deny that? No. Let me be a little more clear, Fogen. lest you misunderstand what I mean. Even when I was a Midnight Ghost, I already had a sense of justice. ”

He chuckled, as if mocking himself.

"I hate the flesh-eating nobles and their minions, and I kill many of them with bloody means every night. Have you ever tried breaking off a person's collarbone and inserting it into their head? ”

Coetze returned to his normal standing posture and made a gesture with his right hand outstretched. What the gesture represented made Vogrim's eyes suddenly solemn and sad.

Or maybe rip someone's muscles apart with your fingernails so you can torture them until they're willing to tell them what you need? Of course you haven't, dear Fugan. Although you are also proficient in killing, your way is to swing the sword, and it is to swing the sword gracefully. ”

"I'm not, I kill with my fingers and nails, I bite with my teeth, sometimes even tear them like a beast. My father gave me this sense of justice, and I fell into a sinner's pit. ”

Conrad Coetzes laughed coldly, glared at Fogen, and let the latter take back the mercy with his eyes, and then he continued.

"What would I have become if I hadn't met Carlil? Therefore I do not forgive him, Fogen, never. But, like you said, he and I are brothers after all, so I don't hate him. ”

Conrad Coetzes smiled softly, fangs sticking out of his lips, making his smile look terrifying. A noble face that belonged to the original body, but it was driven by the owner to become such a terrible face.

He just smiled, waiting for Fogreem's answer.

Phoenix was silent for a full five minutes before answering.

"I seem to be doing bad things with good intentions." He sighed. "Do you think I'm a little self-conscious, brother?"

"You have a heart of gold." The Lord of the Night sat down. "Even a monster like me can see it clearly. So, let's get down to business - Nightblade will be involved in this war, but my legion won't be cooperating with the Bearers. ”

"Do you want me to tell him on your behalf?" Vogrim pursed his lips.

"I'll do it myself, I'm not going to put you in a dilemma, Fugen." Coetze said softly.

"Hmm," Fogham sighed and nodded, his expression changing again after a brief silence. Kotz frowned, instinctively feeling that something was wrong, but Fogham was already one step ahead of him.

"It's not the right name, brother." The Chemos said with a smile. "You don't call me the right one, Conrad."

“.”

"Why don't you speak? Dear Conrad? ”

The Lord of the Night raised his right hand, covered his forehead, and hissed a few Nostramo words. Fogham finally burst out laughing.

——

Instead of staying overnight on the Nostramo like his brother Vogrim, Lorga Aurelian chose to return to the flagship. Hopping on the shuttle, he returned to the Law of Loyalty.

This ship is actually very different from the world's imagination of the Queen of Glory-class ships, its interior is not tidy, it can even be called dirty and messy.

A large number of fanatical believers and followers of the emperor lived here, and the environment naturally became filthy due to the sheer number of people and the asceticism required by the faith. Fortunately, the Bearers didn't care about it, and they listened to Lorja's teachings.

The Great Speaker smiled and walked out of the boarding deck, and the servant in ascetic robes bowed to him reverently. Luo Jia accepted, he accepted it on behalf of the emperor - he was the son of God after all, and he was naturally qualified to accept it on behalf of his father.

It's just that while doing this, there is a corner of his heart that is looking forward to another thing.

He hoped that his father would one day accept the devout faith and prostrations of these pilgrims. In anticipation of it, Luo Jia returned to her residence. His room was not lavish or sprawling.

For an Originator, living in such a room was even a humiliation, but Luo Jia didn't feel anything. He has been doing penance recently, and his food and clothing are very simple.

He walked into his desk and sat down slowly, beginning to read what he had written recently. He's in a good mood today, so he'll probably write a few more before he rests.

Sitting alone in his room, thinking about the future, the relationship between brothers, he still harbored a beautiful fantasy that he wanted to be like a brother to Conrad Coetzes

He will look back on this day eternally in countless near-death, dark day and night cycles in the future.

He will rebuke himself in his memories with hatred and heartache, and let himself stand up and walk to the other side of the law of loyalty.

But he couldn't.

No one can change the past in the future, no one can. You can only stand in the past and change the future.

- Arebas, the lieutenant of the Whisperers, the Dark Apostle, and the Hand of Fate, laughed.

The update is complete, and it will continue tomorrow.

(End of chapter)