"He should have done it a long time ago." Motarian said excitedly.

The Lord of Death's bandaged hands were clenched over the vermilion stone railing, his hood still on, and his amber eyes widened beneath his short gray-white withered hair.

"This trial should have taken place twenty years ago, and that boy who played with witchcraft had no idea what he was with!"

"You're a little too extreme, brother." Conrad Coetzes said without raising his eyes.

"Extreme?" Motarian turned his head quickly, his eyes already sharpened. "Do you think there's something wrong with my words, Conrad?"

"He's not a child." The Lord of the Night looked up, finally giving the Lord of Death a smiling expression.

"You could say Magnus didn't care much about most things other than knowledge, or you could say he was astonishingly arrogant, but he wasn't a 'child', Motarian. What child can wake up a storm with a wave of his hand? ”

Motarian smiled contemptuously, and instead of answering Coetze's words, he walked over to him and looked down with him on the scene below.

It is a grand hall located in the heart of a volcano, but there is no extravagant decoration in the hall, only a raised platform of rough obsidian and black marble, and thousands of private rooms in different positions.

In the center of the hall was a milky white ground, on which a golden eagle fluttered its wings. At the moment, not many people have arrived here. Except for the ubiquitous forbidden army, there are only a few people.

The meeting had not yet officially begun, and the lords and their attendants were naturally inaccessible, but the genetic protogens were different.

At this time, four original bodies had already arrived. In addition to Motarian and Conrad Coetze, Robert Killeman and Leon El Johnson were also present. It's just that they've just walked in, and the guards are even following behind.

"Look here!" Koz suddenly called out, causing the Lord of the Lion and Maculag to gaze up at him.

Motarian snorted lightly and raised his chin slightly, as if he had said hello.

Half a minute later, Leon Eltheusson and Robert Killiman pushed open the door to the box.

The lion was dressed quite unexpectedly, wearing a cloak in the colors of the Caliban forest, hard leather shoes and breeches, and an aristocratic knight's tunic with crimson leather gloves pressed against the golden sword at his waist.

All this made him look less like a primordial for a meeting, more like a nobleman on a safari.

The Lord of Macurag was a different one, wearing a new consul's uniform, blue and gold standard but aesthetically occupying the fabric, and a dash of white adorned at the cuffs or neckline, looking smart and simple, as if he could work at any time.

It's pretty standard Robert Killiman style – he does that most of the time, as long as he doesn't wear the local costume of Maculag.

"I haven't seen you in a year, brother." Killeman smiled and shook Koz's hand. He wanted to hug, but in the end he chose a strong handshake - he could indeed express his emotions directly, but not necessarily a lion.

If he chooses to hug in the foreground, what should Leon Altheuson do? Kiriman didn't want the head of the Caliban to come down on such a minor issue, and it didn't do anyone any good.

"You have a good memory, Robert." Coetze lovingly threw out an innocuous joke and turned to look at the lion.

The latter met his gaze and strode forward, opening his arms at the same time. Killman's eyes widened when he saw Leon Al Johnson give Coates a strong hug with a cold expression for no reason.

He looked at Motarian in surprise, who looked back at him for half a second, and let out a hoarse laugh from the respirator, and the bottles and cans on his body began to collide with each other with a crisp sound.

Killiman shook his head, ignoring Motarian's little sneer, and went over to shake his hand. The Lord of Death's hands were wrapped in bandages, and the fragrance of herbs lingered on them.

It should have tasted good, but unfortunately, his respirator emitted a sour smell that neutralized the smell of herbs. It even mixed up, making the air around the Lord of Death quite eerie.

Fortunately, Killiman was used to it, and it wasn't the first time he had dealt with Motarian, and it would be strange if the Barbaros didn't have these scents on them one day.

After a few moments, they finally ended their greetings and began to talk.

"Did you all bring the think tank?" Killiman was the first to ask, frowning and looking unsure of the prospects for the meeting.

"Of course." Coetzes took over. "This meeting will have a huge impact on them, and given this, of course they have the right to observe."

"I left them on board." The lion clasped his hands and replied calmly.

It's hard not to think of something that's not so good, and given his usual style, it's not impossible if that happens.

Motarian simply didn't speak.

Kiliman shook his head worriedly: "Father took this meeting very seriously, and he even recalled Ferrus, insisting that each of us be there. But he should have known the outcome early on, and it was no secret how each of us treated psionic abilities. ”

"That's true—so why don't you look for me when you're rolling out the anti-psionic forces, Robert Killiman?" Motarian said with a slight dissatisfaction. "You know my attitude towards psionics, don't you?"

Kiliman smiled bitterly: "Yes, I know. But I can't let this matter become politicized, and a primordial contact with the Silent Nun alone may be explained, but the two together are different. ”

"Excuse Robert, Motarian, he's always been cautious about politics, and you know it." Conrad Coetzes said lightly, leaning back, leaning back on the railing.

He straightened his back lazily, his black hair falling straight down the gravitational pull, and in this way he observed the entire field through an upside-down vision.

"What kind of posture do you have when you stand like this?" The male lion frowned and reached out to pull him up, his movements crisp but not very strong. "Officials and lords will be coming in soon, watch your manners, Conrad."

"Good, good, good" The Lord of the Night nodded helplessly. "So, what do you guys think about this whole thing? For or against? ”

"Do you still need to ask?" Motarian sneered. "I can't wait to see Magnus stammering with a book and explaining to us that 'psionic energy is harmless,' and it must be a funny scene."

Kiriman gave him a strange look, but Motarian ignored his gaze and just kept a sneer to himself. The people of Maculag reluctantly withdrew their gaze and simply spoke themselves.

"This is the first time I've seen you so mean, brother. I'm in favor of a controlled approach to psionics, but the think tank system is different, and combat psionics are irreplaceable in our ranks. It would be unrealistic to ban it altogether from now on. ”

"Indeed." The male lion said calmly. "With a complete ban, where do think tanks go? But I am in favor of any punishment of Magnus and his legions, and his arrogance is to be condemned. What about you, Conrad? ”

"I'd like to reserve my opinion for now." The Lord of the Night smiled, exposing the canines to the air. It was a very obvious smirk, and the mind behind it was no secret to the other three primordials present.

"Neutrality comes at a cost, Conrad." Leon ElJohnson narrowed his eyes in warning. Magnus will be looking for support then, and St. Giles, Chagatai and Vogrim will probably be on his side, but that will not be enough. Your neutrality is bound to make him try to convince you. ”

Smiling, the Lord of the Night nodded gently.

Try it, it's useless to try.

Looking at his appearance, the lion involuntarily shook his head - he had been familiar with Conrad Coetzes for years, and knew exactly what kind of personality and temper the latter was.

He had already seen that Coetze's attention was not here, so he simply let him go, and talked to Killiman and Motarian about the next thing: would Loja come to this meeting?

After all, this was another personal invitation from the emperor, and Luo Jia had already refused once, and it was a triumphal ceremony at that time, so although the reason for his refusal was not legitimate, it could be justified. But what about this time?

They have all expressed some degree of concern about how Loja has changed in recent years, especially Kiliman. Luojia's change is inseparable from the Perfect City, and the destruction of the Perfect City is closely linked to him and Koz's legion.

They talked, acquiescing to the fact that Conrad Coetzes was wandering the world, unaware that the Lord of the Night was actually listening. He leaned against the railing, his eyes fixed on the only entrance to the hall, his gaze as sharp as a sword unsheathed.

Primordials, lords, governors, officials. He watched them walk in one by one, occasionally greeting them, occasionally bowing their heads.

The number of people in the box began to grow, but he remained silent until a golden-skinned giant walked through the entrance with his guards, and he finally spoke.

However, the sound did not come from his mouth, but the low and muffled sound of leather boots on the ground, carrying him over the railing and jumping down.

With the sound of the hunt, Conrad Coz fell from the sky and landed in front of Loja Aurelian, blocking his way and causing an exclamation in the field.

"Hello, brother, long time no see." With a false smile, he stretched out his hand and greeted him, his eyes fixed on Lorja Aurelian's eyes.

The guards behind the Great Speaker adjusted their stance as if they were facing a great enemy, but Loja Aurelian was calm, as if nothing had happened. He glanced up at the Lord of the Night, then looked sideways and walked straight inside, as if Conrad Coetzes had never appeared.

The Lord of the Night pursed his lips regretfully and whispered into the darkness.

"How's it going over there?"

——

In near-Earth orbit, Carlil Lohals tilted his head slightly, responding to the darkness.

"Everything works fine. The Law of Loyalty doesn't seem to have any problems, I'll be on board to visit. ”

"Be careful." Conrad Coetze's slightly distorted voice came from the other side of the darkness. "God knows what they have in store for you?"

"But my end is not here, child." Carlil smiled. "That's what you said."

"Tsk"

Updated.

(End of chapter)