"You have broken the laws of the Empire." Luthor said.

He chose to use this sentence as their first sentence after a long absence, and as an opening statement, this sentence is really rotten.

"Which one?" Leon AlJohnson asked back, seemingly disapprovingly.

"Everybody." Luthor said.

He ripped off his cloak and hung it on a nearby wall. Then he removed the two armed belts and placed them neatly on the table beside him. He hadn't looked directly at the lion, not once, all his eyes were deliberately crossed.

Leon El Johnson watched him and fell silent.

Luthor didn't say anything to break the hard-won calm, but slowly pulled a lever. His walls flipped over, and a wall of weapons and equipment replaced the dull-looking dark gray metal that had been before.

He pulled over a chair and sat down, and began to examine his prosthetic leg himself with a complete set of instruments. Leon Eltheuson remained silent, but went over to the wall and observed Luther's gear.

His brows furrowed, he looked very closely, but he didn't reach out to touch it.

Luthor glanced up at his back, and finally chose to speak, "You can take them down and take a look." ”

"If that means your permission."

Leon turned his head sideways, glanced back at him, and finally reached out and removed a power dagger that had been placed in the center. The inscription of Perturabo did not escape his eyes, and he touched and rubbed it with his fingers for a moment to determine its authenticity.

"You've been to Olympia before?"

"Yes." Luthor said without looking up, the artificial muscle fibers in the forearm of the metal arm were moving in waves, looking very strange.

"When?"

"Confidential."

"Even for me?"

"You don't belong to this group, Lion." Luthor said. "So yes, that's confidential to you."

He clenched each finger, then released them at all, feeling the movement of his arms. After making sure that there was no problem with his arm, he reached out and removed the two short submachine pistols from his belt, placed them on a table next to him, and began to care for them.

Leon El Johnson came behind him with his sword in his hand, and watched him skillfully disassemble the two firearms for maintenance and maintenance, his expression did not change, but his eyes were a little frozen.

So, you think you're no longer part of the Dark Angels?" It was a long time before he asked.

"I was banished from the legion by you, Lion." Luther replied. "And it was a public trial, I'm still a Caliban, but I'm no longer a knight."

"Hypocrisy." Leon said coldly. "You're still a knight at heart, I can see it, otherwise why would you talk to that agent about that?"

Luthor put down his tools, and he was silent for a few seconds, finally choosing to have a head-on conversation. He turned, looked up at Leon El Johnson, and shook his head at him.

"You asked the Legion to track my tracks across the galaxy?"

"Occasionally."

"Why?"

"Because there was something wrong with the outcome of that trial." Leon frowned. "I can't sit idly by and let a wrong thing become our history, it will dust your name. This must not happen, and it is enough to deprive others of their honor once. ”

"Do you think I care about that?" Luther asked, tilting her head. He was far older than before, and there was an indifferent smile spreading on his face.

He was old, and looking at him, Leon El Johnson suddenly realized this. And, in the new, unfamiliar scars, he saw a very different Luthor than before.

Realizing this made him instinctively clench his fists, and the power dagger from the Lord of Steel creaked in his hand.

But I care." Leon said through gritted teeth. "I have to be impartial."

"You're getting angry again." For some reason, Luthor said, he didn't seem surprised.

"I didn't."

"You have, and you're suppressing it, and that's hard-earned progress." Luthor looked him in the eye and spat out the next words word for word. "But that's not enough, lion. As long as you're tracking me down for a day, you still can't really get rid of the past. ”

Leon Elzhuangsen looked at him calmly and without saying a word, the power dagger gleaming in his hand.

"You're a genetic protologist, and there are countless things in your life that are more important than me, is it a knight's job for you to mobilize the Legion to go after me against their duty in the galaxy? You say you have to be just, but you have a group of knights break their oath, and that is worthy of justice? ”

Luthor shook his head and ended his words.

However, in the face of his attack, Leon El Johnson laughed. Although the smile was not very gentle, it was enough to surprise Luther.

He didn't expect such an outcome, he had expected the lion to be furious at once and refute his words, which could be accompanied by a fierce conflict.

His surprise did not escape Leon's eyes, and the Lord of the First Army turned and hung the short sword back on the wall. A few seconds later, his calm voice rang out in the room.

"We've all changed, Luther. I'm not familiar with you now, just like you're not familiar with me now. You tried to provoke me into anger with words, and you succeeded, but anger is no longer an enemy I need to worry about. Besides, there is only one force in the Legion that actually pursues you on my orders. ”

Luther immediately frowned.

He had been away from the treacherous politics of the First Order for many years, and it was only after his departure that he realized that his former thirst for power was essentially destroying his pride as a knight.

He has developed an aversion to politics and similar dirty games, but that doesn't mean his experience is gone.

With just one sentence from Leon Eltheusson, he immediately realized something.

"How is the Caliban doing now?" He asked.

"You're the best agent under Machado, haven't you used your powers to investigate it all these years?"

"Nope."

"Even once?"

"Not once." Luthor repeated. "I have only two powers, one is to know the secret, and the other is to kill for it. I'm not going to do anything else, and Machado never calls me his best agent. ”

"Then you'll have to work on it." The Lord of the First Army turned around and told Luthor solemnly. His words surprised the latter again.

"Plus, you're missing out on a lot of things. Caliban now."

He paused for a moment, and from the face of wildness and nobility, Luthor could see a long-suppressed depression.

"It's not what it used to be." Leon Aljonson said. "There was some kind of contradiction that I couldn't reconcile had erupted, and I found it too late. The situation for the Caliban is changing dramatically. ”

"I'm more concerned about why someone in the Legion would be able to act autonomously bypassing your orders."

Leon Elzhuangsen shook his head nonchalantly, "We'll talk about that later."

He was calm, but Luther saw a fierce murderous intent in his eyes.

"So, what do you want to say?" Luthor asked.

"The rest is all confidential." Leon replied. "Even for you, you don't belong to my legion. So, yes, these things are confidential to you. ”

“.”

Luthor smiled silently, something began to change between them. After a few seconds, he spoke again: "I can't just leave my duties and go to Caliban, Leon because of some of your words. ”

"I thought you would keep calling me Lion."

"There's no need for that anymore – but, back to the point. I can't just leave what I'm going to do and go back to Caliban and help you deal with it. There are too many things involved, too many regulations and systems. Besides, how are you going to get me back to the legion in the name of it? ”

"It's not something you need to worry about." Leon El Johnson replied blandly, as if he had already made a plan.

"Which one?"

"Every single one." Leon said, raising his hand, pulling out a roll of parchment from the dark green cloak he was wearing, and handing it to Luther.

The old knight reached out and took it, and at first glance he saw the emblem belonging to Machado, and then the emblem of their organization. These two events made him frown, and he spent a few minutes meticulously reading the document back and forth several times, and finally came to a conclusion.

"It was Makado who helped you find me."

"Yes." Leon Altheuson nodded. "I hooked up with one of his spies, and to be precise, it was the latter who approached me and conveyed to me Machado's edict and the possible location of you and your partner."

Luthor silently put the document away and tucked it into the lining of his breastplate. They fell silent again, and both knew that the first person to speak would be passive, so neither of them chose to break the silence first.

It was a suffocating silence, but it was nothing to the two people present.

They've been through something more suffocating than this for many years.

"Listen, Luther." After a long silence, Leon El Johnson chose to put himself in passivity.

He looked sincerely into the latter's eyes, and there was a memory of the past in those shining emerald green eyes.

Luthor involuntarily fell into a trance, and suddenly, he smelled the scent of the forest—damp earth, cold air, knee-high fog, and then, the voice of Leon Eltheusson.

"I need your help." He said.

Updated.

(End of chapter)