It's always easier to destroy than to build, and it's far easier to kill than to save.

Standing atop the towering walls, Carlil looked down in complete calm. The Iron Warriors of the city-state are marching, and some are being escorted to the square for public execution.

Of course, he didn't have any special feelings about it—what happened in Olympia might be horrific to ordinary people, but to them, it was just a commonplace.

Not all worlds are willing to endure the Empire's brutal taxes, and not all are happy to see their sons taken away by giants in armor and never returned.

Carlil respects their choices, everyone has their own ambitions, and they can't force change.

But the only thing he can do is respect.

Again.

"There's still some doubt in this whole thing that hasn't been resolved, sir." Carlil looked up and said.

It was dawning at the moment, and the cruelty that had lasted all night would soon be over, and when the sun shone on the land of Olympia again, everything would return to what appeared to be normal.

"What's going on?" Luthor asked, busy looking down to pack his bags.

It may sound strange, but Perturabo did what he said. Instead of trying to keep Luthor behind to provide more information, he generously prepared a lot of weapons and ammunition for him to choose from.

As for where Luthor was going, and how, he didn't ask.

The old knight naturally couldn't be polite with a primordial, so he simply chose two submachine pistols capable of firing high-compression energy rounds, and a power dagger with Perturabo's personal engraving seal.

Carlil didn't miss this detail, and combined with the weapons he had seen under Luther's cloak before, it wasn't hard for him to guess that the Caliban's fighting style might have changed a lot.

"A lot of things," Carlil chuckled, habitually using the art of dialogue – riddles.

His words caused Luthor to sigh, and the old knight raised his head and spread his hands to him without complaint: "Really? Do you have to talk to me with this kind of makado answer? ”

"Don't worry, Luther, I'm not done yet." Carlil smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "Although the whole thing seems to be nothing suspicious as you investigated, it's just that the seed that Perturabo sowed years ago has now grown into a giant tree that has robbed Olympia of the sun."

"But there are many things hidden between the canopy of this tree that we can't see. Before I could take you into the council chamber, six Assassins attacked us. They came quickly, showing up almost without warning. Later investigations revealed that they were only farmers or workers, and had not undergone so-called stealth and combat training. ”

"They were also only wearing cloth clothes, and they didn't have any tools on them to support their invisibility, and even Peturabo was busy talking to Lord Carliphon at the time, and his attention was not around, but he was still a genetic protologist after all, and it was not easy to do this."

"Psionics?" Luthor was the first to throw out a possible explanation.

"Possibly, I'm thinking about this answer too." Carlil's eyes narrowed. "But here's the problem, if it's psionic energy, there will definitely be some kind of trace left on the scene. And there was no trace of the kind on those corpses that I needed. ”

Luthor was silent for a moment, his expression becoming serious.

He left the Knights, left the Caliban, and he thought that he would no longer have to deal with these intricate intrigues, and only need to accept tasks and orders to pursue an endless hunt between the stars and seas

And now, he found that he still had some kind of instinct in his heart. This instinct made him think almost uncontrollably, and after a while, the old knight shook his head and took the initiative to cut off his increasingly complex thoughts.

"I can't come up with any convincing answers, but I've seen a lot of things that hide traces of psionic energy." Luthor said thoughtfully. "But they are all very guarded without exception, and some of them are even exclusive to people like me who work for Machado. The taking or use of the seal is under the supervision of the palm sealer"

"It's a new idea." Carlil nodded. "So, you're leaving?"

"Yes, I will leave Olympia on a merchant ship." Luther laughed. "Someone bought me a ticket for that ship, and as for where I'm going next, I'm afraid I'll have to wait for a few dozen more days."

"Have you been on a mission for the past few decades?"

"Sometimes it is, but sometimes it doesn't." Luthor waved his hand and sighed. "I prefer it this way, it makes me feel like I'm traveling. Wander through the sea of stars and end with a killing. It's a good pastime. As for the others, they are a little too hasty and too intense. ”

Carlil laughed too, and he was glad at Luther's change: "So, Sir Luther the Traveler, do you have any interesting things to share with me over the years?" ”

"You want to hear it?"

"Of course." Carlil bowed his head slightly. "There's not a good chance of catching a Palm Seal agent, so of course I'll have to interrogate you."

"Aren't you one of the agents either?"

"Strictly speaking, I didn't join this secret service organization."

Luthor shook his head: "yes, you didn't enter, you were one of the people who built it - well, since you want to hear it, then I'll pick a few to say." ”

Small talk began, and above them, the sky began to glow. It will soon be thoroughly bright, but the nightclub will come.

Night will come.

——

"I won't say I'm grateful for your help, but I'll announce later that the Eighth Legion has gained friendship with Olympia." Perturabo said his hologram projection perfectly replicated his expression at the moment.

That kind of eyes that mix tiredness and stiffness can only appear in people who have experienced too much in a short period of time. Carlil nodded at him and accepted the friendship.

This presumably means that the fleet of the Eighth Legion will be able to temporarily obtain some supplies when passing through Olympia in the future, and although it is the right thing for every Imperial world to do to supply the Legion, this is the home planet of the Primordial after all, and it is appropriate to have privileges.

Of course, it is impossible to say that he was not surprised by this.

"You probably need to be careful, Peturabo. There are still a lot of doubts about this whole thing that have not been resolved. ”

"If the bugs in the shadows are going to gnaw at steel, let them come." Peturabo replied coldly. "They get nothing but death."

"Goodbye, then." Carlil said.

The light curtain dissipated, and Perturabo turned off the hologram projection in front of him, and this slightly strange competitiveness made Carlil slightly startled, and then shook his head helplessly.

He still couldn't get used to Peturabo's eccentric personality, in fact, he felt that it was beyond the scope of his personality at all. In a few words, it is impossible to tell what kind of person Peturabo is, or how much he has changed over the years.

If he really wanted to analyze it, Carlil would choose to send the Emperor a psychic communication, and if the Emperor had time, he would ask the Emperor to write a paper for the analysis.

If they can get this to the bottom of it, maybe Peturabo will be the one from now on

Carlil frowned – a cold version of Robert Killiman? No, forget it.

He shook his head again, feeling the urge to laugh at his recent thoughts. At the same time, he realized that he hadn't told a joke in a long time. With a slight gaze, Carlil entered another world in the blink of an eye.

It was still the same shattered glacier and cold light, but it had recovered a lot more than the last time he was here. As Carlil stared at them, and through them at the pitch-black waters, a tingle in his thoughts. Not many people try to peek into their own hearts, and in the same way, not many people can have such an experience. The sea was tumbling, and there was something shadowy flowing down it. Their forms do not resemble human beings, but other shapes that do not belong to the world of the living. With longing, they cast a reverse gaze at Carlil, their gaze full of pleading.

"No, it's not time yet." Carlil said softly, the cold wind blowing, his hair slightly blowing, and he looked almost human. "Keep waiting, the day of venting your hatred will come soon."

Opening his eyes, he returned to the world that belonged to the living. Yago Sevitaleone was standing in front of him, his expression slightly embarrassed.

"Instructor." He greeted. "Are we going back to Nostramo next?"

"Of course, Sai." Carlil glanced at him. "Otherwise, where are we going to get supplies? And those with combat experience, the new blood in the lair will need them. ”

"I'll then—" Sevita said cautiously. "—Can you just stay in orbit and not go down?"

"It's your freedom, Yago Sevitaleon." Carlil looked at him amusedly. "But why did you come to me about it? Are you trying to get any permission from me? ”

"Pretty much." Sevita spoke Nostramo and bargained with Carlil in a cityly accent. "I want you to send me a mission, any mission, as long as you can be in orbit without landing."

"Yes, yes," Karil looked at him quirkily. "But why?"

Sevita hesitated for a long time before handing over a letter. Carlil reached out and took it, and saw the mark belonging to the Imperial Fist on it, and he opened the folded letter, and after a cursory glance, Carlil couldn't help but chuckle.

"Okay." He said. "Yes, you can stay on track, but I'm not sure he'll find him."

"He'd better not." Sevita said in a gruff voice.

Just one chapter, no inspiration today (paralyzed)

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