"Well, it seems like you've got a little too much gold, Khan." The idea of the night spoke pointedly, and he even called out an honorific title.

"This is from the mouth of a man who can make a house out of pure gold." The Khan, named Chagatai, smiled slightly, casually as a joke. "Which of us is richer?"

"You're vague about arguments and topics, brother." Conrad Coetzes laughed dumbly. "And is anyone really going to build a house out of pure gold?"

He stepped forward and held out his right hand to shake the khan's hand. It's not strong, but it's enough. The Khan accepted this etiquette amicably, he had an oriental face, handsome, but this handsomeness was not the main point of attention.

For example, at this time, he was obviously smiling, but his face was not very gentle, but even more majestic. He was like a falcon with sharp eyes and straight to the point.

"I'm just following your word, Konrad Coetze," Chagatai said briskly. "Your accusations are a little too terrible even for me."

"I'm not blaming you." Coates gestured at Dorne. "The argument about your excessive silence was made by Dorne first."

"We all know who Rogge is, brother." Khan said casually. "Boulders are always right. So if he thinks I'm a little too silent, then that's probably the way it is. ”

Dorn frowned and didn't say anything.

He had long been accustomed to Chagatai's style, and these somewhat spicy words were only an insignificant aspect of Khan's personality, and he was always suspicious, even to anyone.

Even the emperor can't make the Eagle of Qiaogoris change his style of speaking and doing things. If the emperor can't, how can he do it?

Conrad Coetzes shook his head slightly reproachfully, and looked at Dorne worriedly. He was about to say something, but when the words came to his lips he swallowed again, and Dorne expressed his peace with his eyes, and the Lord of the Night drifted away like a ghost.

Seconds later, he approached with another giant. The man's skin was as black as lava in magma, but his eyes were red. He was frowning, and he didn't seem to want to get involved in the conversation.

"He's fine." Coetze stretched out his arm and patted him on the back. "Trust me, Vulcan."

"It's not a question of recovery, Conrad." The giant urn, known as Vulcan, replied angrily.

He was a little taller than Carlil, and extremely strong. As he spoke, his gaze swept over Carlil seemingly casually, unabashedly with scrutiny and inquiry.

"What's the problem then?" Coetzes spread his hands. "Don't you believe me? Please, Vulcan, when did I lie to you. ”

The giant sighed, such a large size should be extremely terrifying, but he looked very gentle, and the sigh at this moment was even more helpless.

"I've just arrived, you can't just pull me into a conversation like this, of course I believe you, but that's two different things, brother."

"Why not?" Chagatai took the conversation, he stroked his long beard, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked quite narrow. "We won't eat people, Vulcan. You always feel special, you treat us all like fragile glass, and you don't even dare to shake hands and hug too hard. ”

"Do you have to be so cynical, Chagatai?" Vulcan grinned at him, but he was not angry. "But you are right about one thing. I do live in a glass house, just like all of you. ”

"Perhaps, that's a novel idea." Chagatai bowed slightly, and his gaze had moved not far away.

There, Horus Lupecar was surrounded by his guards. Obviously he was a witness to the war, a victor, but he came so late, and he didn't seem very proud, which was completely different from his usual style.

At this moment, there was a genuine worry and thought on the face of the wolf herding god, which was obvious. Khan withdrew his gaze, nodded politely and detachedly at them, and walked towards Horus Lupekar.

"He's still on good terms with Horus." Vulcan sighed under his breath and looked at Karil.

The scrutiny and inquiry in his gaze remained unchanged in the slightest, and even became more exuberant because of Carlil's silence just now.

In all fairness, Vulcan's gaze was actually quite terrifying, and his appearance was too terrifying. The Primordials have different faces and have their own characteristics, and Vulcan is probably the least human-like of them.

Carlil silently endured the inquiry, and made no resistance—what the Vulcans were, Conrad Coetzes had told him more than once on their way to it.

This is rare, don't look at the Lord of the Night in this event that has not yet begun, he is so popular, but enthusiasm is only a façade after all, stripped of this coat, I am afraid that only a few people will be regarded as true friends by him.

Carlil didn't know if there was something wrong with his education, but he didn't have much authority to say anything about Koz in this regard.

He's not too much worse himself.

"How's it going, big man?" The Lord of the Night seemed to ask his brother softly. "Do you feel the difference?"

Vulcan silently withdrew his gaze, glanced at Conrad Coetzes, and suddenly laughed: "You really took great pains, brother. ”

"What painstaking work?"

"Nothing. Well, first meeting, Mr. Carlil. My name is Vulcan, and I am a blacksmith. The giant with burning eyes smiled and greeted him. It's so much better than the last time we met. ”

"I apologize for what I said and behaved at that time." Carlil said.

Coates chuckled - not for anything else, but for the fact that he had found an embarrassment in Carlil. Dorn also looked at it at this moment, he was looking at the Titans from afar, but now he couldn't help but show a bit of surprise beyond words.

"I understand." Vulcan replied softly.

"Sometimes, people's actions can't be determined by their own will, like this event. I didn't want to come, for it was much more pleasant for me to stay by the fire and study steel than to stand on this golden platform. But I can't refuse, I have to come."

"How uncomfortable it would be for you to attend the Triumph Ceremony, brother?" A voice asked.

"No, I just don't like crowded places." Vulcan replied with a little humor. "Hello, Fogreme."

"It's Fugen, thank you." The Chemus elegantly raised his right hand and corrected the title of Vulcan.

The phoenix was dressed in a light purple silk robe, and not far behind him, a group of officials were staring at him with a full set of ceremonial armor in their hands—it was clear that he had prepared two very different outfits for himself.

What else can be said? Classic Vogrim style.

His guards were a different story, with heavily armed warriors in helmets majestically occupying a corner of the high platform and erecting a banner representing the Emperor's Son, which fluttered in the wind with great spirit.

He chuckled and walked over and began to greet his brothers one by one. Conrad Coetzes, Roger Dorn, Vulcan. Everyone was hugged by him, but when it was Carlil's turn, he was more solemn than ever.

"It's like a lifetime away, Carlil." The Chemos greeted him solemnly, shook hands with him, and shook each other tightly. "It's a relief for any of us to see you back."

"Ahh "I'm honored."

"Don't be honored, you'll have a headache later." Vogrim restrained his solemnity as if they didn't exist, and grinned narrowly at him. "Koraks and his legion are in orbit, and our ravens have talked about you as much as Conrad over the years."

Carlil sighed inwardly - he only hoped that the master of the triumphal ceremony would come over and preside over the meeting so that the parade could begin. Or anything else, just get the Primitives to stop talking to him one by one.

He could have been comfortable in such situations, but it was too tiring. If he could, he would have preferred to keep himself engaged in his work, but he couldn't convince himself to leave.

After all, he is not a person who can ignore the good intentions of others.

"Has he arrived?" Coetzes frowned. "I'll disappear for a moment."

With that, he stepped into the darkness in front of them.

Vulcan looked in amazement at where he had disappeared, and curiously walked to the side of the platform, trying to see if he could observe the path of the Lord of the Night from top to bottom.

Roger Dorn walked up to him and looked out with him, but Dorn's eyes were still on the Titans. Fogrem was the only one left, his hands folded, his brow furrowed.

"We were born to fight, Carlil." He spoke in a voice so low that it didn't quite look like his own.

"All types, all ways. We bear the trauma of war with a body far beyond ordinary people, and endure its cruelty, just like Ferrus. His indomitable piece of steel was able to refuse even the emperor's invitation, and still chose to fight on the front line. But what about Luojia Aurelian? ”

He raised his head, his voice soft, and his handsome face was clouded.

What was it that made him refuse to participate in the triumphal ceremony when he turned to the cause he had been fighting for, and turned to the outright war? It's not like a choice he would make, and Carlil I'm worried. ”

Carlil didn't reply, he narrowed his eyes, breathed in the damp and gloomy air of Ulanor, savored the smell of promethium, and exhaled it a moment later.

Between the lips and teeth, a cold chill gradually dissipated.

Could it be you, Lorja Aurelian? He asked silently.

Updated.

(End of chapter)