"You'd better keep your mouth shut, Ruth." The red-skinned giant warned. "I don't know what you're playing again, but I'm not in the mood to continue with you now."

"Continue with what?" Fenris asked with a grin. "Tell me, brother, seriously, I want to know all the stuff in your big furry red head."

Magnus walked away with a gloomy expression, without making any answer or giving any reaction.

Riemann Ruth grinded his teeth in disgust, and though he was still smiling, he whispered a word in Fenris. Judging from the few syllables that are subdued, it is clear that what he said is not a good thing.

Carlil stared at the crimson back, narrowing his eyes involuntarily. The midnight ghost's hissing sounded at the right moment.

"Weird, huh?"

"Yes." Carlil replied softly. "It's a little weird. But I'm even more surprised by his detached attitude, aren't he brothers with you? ”

"Thirteen years ago, when I first met him, he was already like this, Carlil." The ghost shook his head and smiled amusefully.

"In his eyes, only the emperor and knowledge are the most important, and anything else can be infinitely postponed behind these two things."

"You sound like you're angry with him."

"If your allies wouldn't hesitate to abandon the frontal battlefield for some forbidden alien knowledge, so will you." Ghost Skin said with a smile.

"What are you talking about?" Riemann Ruth asked with a frown. "I admit that this hissing language sounds funny, just as fun as wolves howl to communicate with each other. But you can't treat me like air, can you? ”

He raised his right hand dissatisfiedly and pointed to the crimson column behind him that had not gone far away: "I'm not as far away as him, I'm still standing here!" ”

"I beg your pardon, Great Wolf," Carlil stooped down and bowed deeply.

He tugged on the cloak, covering most of the skeletal armor and causing the living shadows to dance. Ruth raised an eyebrow, and without hesitation, reached out to grab a handful, and commented on Carlil's demeanor.

"Those court guards of Terari should really ask you to study hard."

Conrad Coetzes let out a high-pitched laugh.

"Isn't it funny?" Carlil straightened up and turned his head to look at Coz, but he didn't stop Ruth from observing the cloak, and could even say acquiesce to his actions.

"I'm not laughing at you." The Lord of the Night raised his head, and suddenly observed with interest the sky of Ulanor laden with all kinds of airships.

He watched so intently that Carlil didn't even find a good reason to continue the conversation. He simply sneered and stopped talking.

"This stuff is really interesting," Ruth grinned. "It's trying to bite me."

He raised his right hand and showed the cloak and his handmail to Karil.

The Primordial's armor had now been infiltrated by shadows, and it had sunk into Ruth's armor out of thin air against all common sense. However, judging by his expression, the cloak itself should not have caused him any harm.

"It always has a lot of cravings," Carlil replied quietly, as he raised his hand and jerked at the shadow.

The whole cloak shook violently, and then returned to his back lifelessly, and the corner of the lifted fell limply.

Ruth smiled and rubbed his right hand and shrugged.

At this moment, he showed a strange kind of nonchalant. The freedom of a wise man and the vulgarity peculiar to a man converge on this wild face, the golden sideburns moved with the wind, and a giant wolf standing up actually spat out in the cold wind.

"What will happen if you satisfy this bloodthirsty beast?"

"It's going to make some changes." Carlil replied with a smile, not showing any surprise at the strange sight before him. "Some of the changes are good in the long run."

"You're a good storyteller."

"Yes."

Ruth smacked his lips and chuckled and walked away, not forgetting to say hello to Coz, but it was a little wrong - he was using some of the long-lost gangster gestures of Nostramo, which were complex and threatening.

However, at the moment, it is more like a game between brothers.

The Lord of the Night narrowed his eyes and struck back at Ruth with more complex gestures. Fenriss laughed and fought back, and the wolves began to cheer him on. The two of them came and went, and as they got farther and farther apart, the gestures began to become more and more intense.

Coates gestured intently, he was about to win, Ruth's gesture was getting slower and slower, more and more unchanged, but at the last moment, he was pressed by Carlil's hand.

"Where did you learn these gestures?" The skeleton asked softly.

A group of workers and red-robed men of the Mechanic Sect who had been standing still for a long time were looking at this place strangely, the workers whispering, and the red-robed ones were even more excessive, and the green light in the head monitor had even begun to flicker.

At the same time, a wolf's howl was heard in the distance, full of joy of victory.

Yago Sevitalyon. Realizing what was happening, the Lord of the Night answered the question honestly. "Ruth, too, learned it from Sevita and used a Glocks steak."

"Hmm," Carlil nodded noncommittally. "We'll come back to that later. Who else do you want to catch up with? ”

"It depends on who else they haven't been to the high platform." Conrad Coetzes looked away, didn't make any more eye contact with the skeleton, and quietly stepped and turned around. Carlil curled the corners of her mouth and silently followed behind him, still in the same ghostly posture.

——

Two hours later, they finally stood on the high platform.

Coetzes' plan to catch up with the past failed, but it didn't come as much as he expected. The people he wanted to talk to had either not yet arrived, or had already arrived at the high platform.

Even Ruth walked up with his wolves, not even forgetting to run into the Nightblades' internal channel through the code of the communication channel he didn't know where to get it, shouting Conrad Coetze's name.

The Lord of the Night is indifferent to this, but the Nightblades are different. Some of the old company commanders, led by Van Cleef, were quite calm, and the reaction of the others was.

You can imagine.

Having said that, the golden platform is undoubtedly huge, and the intricately carved ornaments adorn this much-anticipated building, and the Janissaries hide in some shadow-obscured corners, their eyes like torches.

As always, they took on the security of the Emperor, and Coates and Carlil went through several checkpoints to get there. But they also have companions – a group of untouchables called the Sisters of Silence who have a devastating effect on psionics.

Over the years, their close cooperation with the Forbidden Army has long been no longer a secret.

Coates silently withdrew his gaze from observing them, and after glancing around again, he realized that he and Karil were probably the loneliest people here. The rest of the genogens were more or less on their guards, except for the Lord of the Night.

He was alone with Karil Lohals, and what was even more paradoxical was that this combination attracted more attention than the costumed primordials and the guards.

"I bet they're paying so much attention to us here because you're here." Conrad Coetzes said quietly.

At the same time, he didn't even forget to smile at St. Giles, who was looking at him.

The archangel with wings on his back was dressed today in a magnificent armor made of gold and scarlet teardrops, and white silver and pearls hung from his earrings and neck, but it did not take away any of its brilliance. No matter where you are, no matter who you are with, St. Giles will always shine.

"Really?" Carlil asked rhetorically as quietly.

"Or else? You're so tall and you're wearing a very different suit of armor than everyone else's." Coetzes scoffed at it. "Even people who haven't seen you can easily recognize who you are."

Ignoring his ridicule for the time being, Carlil decided to save it for Ulano. At this moment, he just asked very suspiciously.

"Am I well-known within the Empire?"

Coetzes turned his head and gave him a strange look.

"Well-known?" He repeated. "No, my dear instructor of the Eighth Legion, you're not just famous. Those eighteen years shouldn't have caused you any memory damage, right? Have you forgotten what you've done before? ”

"Of course I haven't forgotten." Carlil said. "I just don't think these things are the kind of things that get publicized. Since they can't be publicized, I shouldn't be famous. ”

"Those things may not get out the ground, but—" Coetz shook his head. "—Forget it, I'll not say more, lest you act like an old man who can't keep up with the times."

"Is it my delusion, or have you really been complaining a lot about me lately?"

"It's certainly not your delusion, father." The Lord of the Night replied with a look of seriousness.

That was the end of their conversation, as St. Giles and Roger Dorn were heading here.

The Bal Angel had a gentle smile on his face as always, and Roger Dorn was still his most famous appearance, expressionless and serious, but his eyes kept glancing in Caril's direction.

Karil sighed silently, straightened his face, and made a blank look to look at Dorne.

The 'Stone' seriously probed the emotions behind the eyes, trying to find the answer to the question in his mind, and Carlil did his best to remain calm, allowing the eye to last for more than a dozen seconds before smiling abruptly.

Dorne's footsteps slammed into such force that his boots whistled on the ground.

"What's wrong, Rogge?" St. Giles asked, confused—his vision had just been obscured by Coetzes, and he couldn't see Carlil's face at all.

"Nothing." Roger Dorn replied sullenly, while exhaling slowly, cloudy breath. "It's good to see you back, Karil Lohals."

"I'm glad to see you again, Rogge." Carlil replied softly.

Have a meal, take a break, and write a second chapter.

(End of chapter)