The voice fell, and the chill subsided. At this moment, Alcas Fall jerked his head back.

Where did that voice come from?

He tried to find out, but there was no one behind him. The ravens stood a few meters away staring at him, silent.

The Iron Rider Terminator's trigger shield on both shoulders glowed steadily, and countless heavy medallions hung from the steel tassels that dangled from beneath the shoulder armor. The ribbon of honor snaked from the top of the breastplate, like a golden river, cutting through the cold black and white livery of the Raven Guards

It's like business as usual.

So, who was talking just now?

Alcas didn't get an answer, and his distraction became a source of evil that drew his attention at this moment. He turned, and a pale skeleton suddenly appeared in his sight.

The cascading ribs have a human-like shape, and they solemnly guard a scarlet ruby located on the chest. Alcas slowly raised his head and saw the face of a skull, its deep eye sockets empty, like a black hole, swallowing up all light.

Alcas was about to draw his sword, but the skeleton reached out before him and pressed it on the wrist of the hand he had drawn. The force was not too rough, it could even be called mild, but Alcas could no longer pull out even a millimeter of the blade outward.

At the same time, the chill strikes again, ruthlessly taking away control of his body.

The skeleton withdrew its hand and turned towards the two primitives. Alcas roared inwardly, trying to stop it.

He didn't understand why the Shadow Guards behind him didn't move, and he didn't know why the Nightblades, who had seen it all clearly, stood by and watched. But he had to protect the original.

But does his original body need it?

In his gaze, the skeleton walked towards the two primitives. What happened next was far beyond Alcas's comprehension.

"Ah, here you are, Carlil." Conrad Coetze turned his head to the side and smiled in greeting. "I was just wondering where you went, what has it been that has dragged you so long?"

"I went to see Yago Sevitalyon." Carlil answered the Night Lord's question as he glanced inquiringly at Colus Corax.

The latter nodded at him and gave some kind of answer wordlessly. A strange tacit understanding manifested itself in their exchange, and Enric Barbatos on the side tilted his head without squinting, and began to wonder why the atmosphere had suddenly become so strange.

Naturally, he couldn't find the answer.

And Sergeant Alastor Rorschach. Carlil continued. "He's woken up from a coma."

"I hope Yago Sevitaleone is okay." The original body of the Nineteenth Legion said. "I saw what his left hand looked like, and Alastol's desire for victory crossed something he shouldn't have crossed."

"Oh, don't say that." Coates leaned back, propped his cheek with his right hand, and spoke in a tone of lack of interest. "Sevita is not much better, he is full of bad habits"

Carlil keenly kept the conversation in silence for tens of seconds, and he didn't try to answer so as not to make the atmosphere even more odd.

And the announcer they had hired – or, rather, the guest narrator – Bellos began his work again.

The voice is loud, the words are just right, and there is even no lack of humor. He was very professional, so professional that one couldn't help but wonder if he had done something similar before.

"Wonderful battle!" Bellos said loudly, and began to bombard the microphone one after another.

"Captain Yago Sevitaleon of the Midnight Blade and Sergeant Alastor Rorschach of the Raven Guard have put together a battle for the festivities! Cheer for these two warriors! ”

"Please enjoy the food on your table and wait for the next battle to begin! Under the watchful eye of the two primordials and the whole of Nostramo, the Combatants will fight on behalf of the Midnight Blade and the Raven Guard, and their battle will lay the foundation for the friendship between the two legions! ”

"He's really good at talking," Conrad Coetzes commented, slightly surprised, and grabbed a dried eel from the round table in front of him.

It has undergone a rigorous treatment process and has now completely lost its vitality. The jerky itself is about the length of one of the original fingers, with a flat surface and a crystal clear flesh that reflects the light in the light of the light like glass.

The Lord of the Night twisted it with his fingers, and a rich smell of meat instantly permeated it. Koraks looked over expressionlessly, just in time to see Koz chewing and swallowing the jerky whole, his eyes narrowing slightly, vaguely satisfied.

"Is it delicious?" Corus Colax asked.

"Of course." Conrad Coetzes smiled slightly, picked up a large plate of dried eel from the round table, and handed it over.

His brother looked at him for a moment, and with a very special kind of care, he grabbed the smaller one. He took it in his hand and watched it carefully for a few moments before opening his mouth.

Chewing, the taste of food blooms, explodes, and proliferates on the surface of the taste buds. Corax's eyes widened, and his throat rolled several times before he swallowed the jerky.

"Do you want more, brother?" Coetzes asked, slightly expectantly.

"No, still no." The Lord of the Crows closed his eyes tightly and replied in a slightly somber tone.

He enjoyed the taste of sand eel jerky, but he didn't allow himself to eat more. The food was so delicious that he didn't want to have some kind of luxury in it. After all, Koraks knew very well that such food must sell for an extraordinary price.

The Raven Guard was not a wealthy legion, and despite many agreements he had made with the Emperor, the time was too short for them to grow enough to feed the legion.

"Aren't you eating?" Coetzes asked, slightly surprised.

"No, brother." Corax opened his eyes and shook his head slowly. "My stomach isn't very used to food like this."

The lie blurted out after a little thought, and the original body smiled bitterly in his heart - what a despicable lie, what the hell am I talking about?

He lowered his eyes, avoiding eye contact with the Lord of the Night. He knew in his heart that Conrad Coetze would be upset with such a lie and rejection. But he guessed wrong, and Conrad Coetzes did not express any displeasure.

His brother just patted him on the shoulder and said in a calm tone that didn't hear much comfort, "I understand the feeling, Coraks. But the price of sand eels is actually not very high. ”

Corax looked at Coz, slightly stunned.

"Was it a surprise?" The Lord of the Night shrugged. "In fact, the answer is very simple, for ordinary people, its overly rich taste is a poison, enough to destroy their taste buds and sensory nerves."

"Moreover, the sand eel is too dangerous for ordinary people. When they are alive, they are about a meter long, extremely fast, and have the strength to crush steel plates. They are food exclusively for Astarte and the Legion, so they have always been cheap. ”

He reached out and handed the silver disc again.

"A tonne of sand eel jerky is even cheaper than the same weight of nutritious porridge." The Lord of the Night said with a smile. "So, you just let go and eat. As long as you don't eat it all at once like our Keg. ”

"Are there any consequences if you eat at once?"

"Yes, you're going to get addicted." Conrad Coetzes grimaced. "And then you'll be as famous as Keg for that."

The corners of Corax's mouth twitched, and he seemed to smile.

Carlil watched them silently, his fingers twitching slightly under his cloak.

Got it.

In the skeleton's empty eyes, there was a flash of black rage.

——

The celebration ended twelve hours later, and the invited workers and the managers of the nest returned to their respective homes in the car. The civilians who had been watching the celebration in their dormitories or at home were finally satisfied.

Twelve hours of continuous viewing is not an easy task for anyone, however, no one wants to miss such an opportunity.

What's more, due to the visit of another primordial and his legion, the factory and the mine are on vacation, so if you don't look at this time, when will you stay?

Of course, the end of one thing often means the beginning of another. At this moment, deep in the 'lair' beneath the Kuntus lair, Carlil was walking side by side with Corax.

"Conrad says you're experienced with this kind of thing."

"What kind of thing?" Carlil asked rhetorically.

"I don't know. Trial? Corax sighed with a slight headache, he didn't have the kind of frame that was common with protogenites. In other words, he shows seriousness only when necessary. Privately, the Lord of the Crows is quite real.

At least much more real than Peturabo.

"The way I'm good at judging and what you need right now are probably not the same thing, Corax." Carlil smiled. "Furthermore. I'm an outsider after all. Do you really think I should be involved in this? ”

Corax stopped and looked at him for a moment.

"You're not an outsider." The original said in a strange tone. "I mean, if my father trusts you so much, then why should I question his trust in you? I don't doubt him, anything, anything. I promised that I would be loyal and support him, and so would him. ”

Carlil shook his head, not putting too much effort into it. He has found a new argument -

"But I still need to tell you something, Corax. The evidence I have in my hands cannot be recorded, brought up, or even trusted. ”

The primordial of the Nineteenth Legion pondered cautiously for a moment, and made a gesture.

"I'd rather see believing." He said. "If it's really like what Conrad says then. Transcending reason, perhaps, is also a good thing for my legion. ”

Also, yards.

(End of chapter)