[You stink too much, ghost, that's why. I remember we had agreed that you have to pay attention to your personal hygiene. 】

[You don't have a choice, kid, you don't have a choice! A fool's dream! Established facts cannot be changed, you must follow them! You are destined to have a mouth full of blood and notoriety, and only then can you be——]

Do you know what a ticking time bomb is, Spirit? 】

Get out. I have nothing for you, I have no desires for you to drive. Get lost! Get lost! Stay away from him! 】

"Don't cry, Barry. Crying is the prerogative of human beings, and you are not. 】

[Carlil, they are not human, but why do they cry?] 】

You have to learn to reject them, ghost. This instinct, talent, or curse that can briefly see the future. It depends on you to exist, and you are its master. Master it, okay? 】

【. Good bye. 】

The light curtain flickered, the picture dimmed, and the pale blue glow slowly extinguished.

At the round table, the primordials fell into a strange and eerie silence. No one spoke, but eye contact was everywhere. This one wants to speak and stops, and that one stops talking and wants to talk

Their reactions varied, some with clenched fists, some with expressionless faces, and others rubbing their teeth lightly. If you look closely, there is probably only one thing in common - they are all staring at someone at the round table and are silent.

Conrad Coetzes watched them from behind their slender black hair, for a second, two, three seconds.

He grinned suddenly, and leaped up from the huge chair. It was not a natural jump, but a premeditated high jump and a heavy fall, as if to attract everyone's attention.

But this doesn't make sense at all, he has already received the most attention.

But he didn't care about that, he jumped straight onto the round table, the hem of his black robe grinding against the table in a hurry.

He took two or three steps to the tape, which was emitting blue light, and with a light kick of his toe, it flew high into the air. A pale hand then poked out of its wide-sleeved robe, gripping the tape firmly.

Five sharp nails began to rub thoughtfully against its black surface.

"What are you going to do, brother?" Horus Lupecar asked worriedly.

He was worried about both his brother's emotions and the whereabouts of the tape, and he didn't know what Coz would do with it.

Frankly speaking, they haven't known each other for a long time, and they are definitely not familiar with each other, after all, Conrad Coz is a very late return to the original body.

However, from the words revealed by the emperor, he could still judge the general character of this brother who was not very familiar with them, as well as his current age.

Judging from the 'deeds' that Horus heard, it is no exaggeration to describe Conrad Coetze's character as paranoid.

Of course, he doesn't use age to judge the maturity of the other party's mind, for ordinary people, this is no problem, but for the original body, this practice is very stupid.

The age of the progenitor is essentially an illusion, and they don't need at least a dozen years to exercise their minds and bodies to mature both.

They were born from the laboratory, they were born with potential, they were born with a mission, and the Emperor did not hide it.

Conrad Coetzes did not answer his question.

He just looked at the tape in his hand with great interest, not caring that he was still stepping on the round table at the moment. It was a few seconds before he spoke, only in a slightly peculiar tone, and still not taking Horus's question seriously.

"Clever liar." He groaned and looked at the tape in his hand. "You're a good storyteller, even I can't deny it. However, all this is false, something that has never happened. ”

He spread out his palm, placed the tape horizontally in his palm, and began tossing it up and down, as if he were dealing with a blade, or a toy.

His frivolous treatment caused a ripple effect, and the expressions of the genomorphs began to become serious, and some were even ready to salvage the tape from the strange brother. However, this tape clearly does not require them to stand up for it.

As it was dangerously tossed again, a glowing blue light burst out from the pitch-black surface of the tape. A fleeting moment, but extremely intense, illuminating the room in that instant.

Conrad Coetze's eyes narrowed in reluctance, and he was taken a few steps back. The tape fell vertically, but there was no sound of collision with the surface of the round table, only a faint hum that was undetectable.

In the sight of the primitives, it floated in mid-air.

"Oh"

Conrad Coetzes satisfactorily plucked fangs from behind his lips.

"Interesting."

He laughed, but didn't do anything more with the tape, but returned to his seat and began to press his fingers around his eye sockets with a non-gentle motion, almost making one wonder if he would gouge out his own eyes with those sharp nails the next moment.

The light curtain flickered, and a line of small words rose again.

Are you dyslexic? Yes, I'm talking about you, Conrad Coetzes. 】

The person whose name was called tilted his head, his eyes like two dark searchlights. He thought seriously for a moment before giving an answer.

"I don't think so, I should have multiple mental illnesses and at least one mental illness, but I'm probably dyslexic."

So, do you have amnesia? 】

"Not either."

[Transient amnesia? 】

"I didn't hurt my head too much, you little thing, are you going to start being a doctor?" Coetzes replied unceremoniously.

As if amused, he began to lean back in his chair with such force that it almost doubted his mental state.

[I'm not going to be a doctor, but you must have some kind of mental problem, you rude, eccentric, pale neurotic bastard. 】

[Didn't I say beforehand that this story has nothing to do with you? In fact, all the stories that may be told next have nothing to do with you. You're still accusing me of being a liar? How? Have you been stabbed by a plot or character in the story? 】

"It's mean," Riemann Ruth muttered. "But—"

He looked at Conrad Coetzes: "-Haven't you really seen a man named Karil Lohars?" ”

This sentence hit the nail on the head, and at the same time, almost all of the primordials turned their eyes to Conrad Coetzes, and their pale brother suddenly put away his smile at this point.

"Nope." He shrugged and hissed in reply. "I forgive you for repeating your questioning, Riemann Russ. However, I really have never met such a person. ”

"So, what about the Lohals family he mentioned?" Roger Dorn, the Innvites with short gray hair, spoke, his still youthful face with a calm that was clearly out of touch with his age.

"Neither really." Kotz laughed strangely, softly enough to make people shudder. Of course, in the ears of his brothers, this was only enough to make them frown.

"I have been in Nostramo for eight years and nine natural months in Terra, and every disobedient nobleman has died at my hands. But neither the surviving cartilaginous dogs nor the dead ones have the last name 'Lohals', and, seriously, don't you think the name is too awkward? ”

Roger Dorn nodded, not giving him credit for his attempts to get away from the conversation, but began his analysis on his own.

"This eccentric, self-aware, and suspiciously abominative machine comes from my father, who instructed us to watch this story. And it warns us long before it starts. ”

It warns us that these stories have nothing to do with us and have never happened, and it seems to be true. For now, at least, we have no evidence to find any evidence of the existence of this man, named Carlil Lohals. ”

"Parallel universes?" Another person came up with a conjecture. "Perhaps, these stories are a side of our original destiny, and some of the books I have read have put forward similar conjectures."

His tone was full of interest, his eyes sparkling, and his completely red face was full of smiles, as if he was very happy to have such a discussion.

"It's not impossible." The other joined the discussion, in a very cautious tone, and the words he said could be called long.

"I've seen some scholars talk about this in Makurag, but I think their theories are too untenable. They believe that any choice made by any one person at any given moment can spill over into a very different future. ”

"Suppose there is a farmer who has a habit of drinking a glass of water when he goes out in the morning, and he keeps this habit for twenty years, and suddenly one day, he forgets about it. So the future of his world changes, for the better or for the worse. ”

"He may have gone out and picked up a piece of gold, or he could have seen a meteorite fall from the sky and crash into him. But what if he chooses to keep drinking water? Or does he choose to drink two glasses of water, or give it to his wife and pour another one himself? What will become of the world? It doesn't make sense, does it? ”

He stood up and waved his arms earnestly, hoping to begin a deeper explanation for his brothers, ignoring the impatience already on the faces of some people. He apparently didn't realize that these people were just as genetically prototypic as he was, and that they were just as intelligent as he was.

So, someone interrupted him.

"What are you taking us for? Idiot? Peturabo, from Olympia, said coldly. We've all read the book, Rich Boy of Macurag, can you stop selling your shallow sense of superiority? ”

Robert Killeman frowned suddenly: "I'm not a rich boy, although my adoptive father and adoptive mother have extraordinary status, but honesty is a must, don't you approve of this?" ”

The sneer on Peturabo's face gradually expanded: "Did I discuss this with you?" I'm just asking you to stop your insults. ”

"I had no intention of doing that—"

"-yes! It's like we haven't read a book! The Olympians scoffed disdainfully, and their tone was extremely sharp. Proud, innocent, carefree life, adoptive father and adoptive mother with extraordinary status, and an incomparably rich childhood life! ”

"Did you think about other people when you discussed this? Have you ever wondered about that pale ghost sitting over there? The existence of Carlil Lohals in the story is debatable, but Nostramo's environment is very different from our reality. ”

"He has lived in such a place for a hundred and five natural months, and you are discussing how many books you have read, the advanced theories you have received from scholars, and your adoptive father and adoptive mother, who are of great status?"

Robert Killiman stood up.

"I ask you to apologize." His face was pale, but his cheeks were flushed with demand, and his hands were clenched at his sides. "Your behavior is very rude."

"Is it as rude as you are? I ask you to apologize to him first. Peturabo continued to scoff. If you don't want to, I'd suggest you think back to what you've just done, and your reluctance to come to Terra. ”

Horus frowned, the situation had gone a little too far, however, someone had spoken up to mediate before him, and this person could even be regarded as one of the parties.

"Honestly, I don't really care."

Conrad Coetzes fell back and threw his feet over the edge of the round table. He looked up at the ceiling, his gaze very blank, and made a strange sound from his throat as he spoke.

"You asked him to apologize to me just because you wanted to take the opportunity to suppress him, you see he's upset, ha" Coetzes straightened his back strangely and looked at Peturabo with a gloomy expression in a twisted pose. "Did he say something that provoked you?"

Robert Kiliman suddenly realized, and he looked at Perturabo, who was silent.

"I see, you-"

"-Don't be in a hurry to refute it yet, rich young master." Coates grinned at him. "You're not much better, he's right, you're really arrogant. You're both rotten, of course."

He spread out his hands and lowered them to the ends of the armrests of his chair, and at the same time pressed his feet, and began to play a leisurely game of balance. His hands were too long, so he could easily poke directly into the ground in the process, making a high-pitched sound.

The genogens looked at him with different expressions, waiting for the following.

We're all rotten." Conrad Coetzes said melancholy. "I've been observing you for half a month, and I haven't seen a single person who matches his description."

"He asked me to come to this so-called Holy Terra and told me that I had many excellent brothers. By his standards, I thought I would see some real heroes and great men on the way here, at least far more than me. ”

"In the end, it's either a killer like me, a soft-hearted blacksmith or a hot-tempered ideologue — are we really genetic protos? Did he find the wrong person? ”

Horus looked at the blacksmith with an ugly face, but Vulcan was not angry, but only smiled at him and patted the shoulder of the 'killer' Colus Koraks, who was sitting next to him.

The latter showed a stiffness that he didn't feel comfortable with, but he stayed in place, letting his big swarthy hands rest on his shoulders. Finally, the 'hot-tempered theorist', the Olympian, who had a rare restrain his anger and was now silent with his hands folded.

【. Wonderful. 】

The light curtain vibrated with a chord, drawing their attention. Some of those who were ready to speak lost the opportunity, and the words surfaced and began to continue to flow.

[What a wonderful psychological analysis, how many times did you torture in interrogation to have such acuity? It's astonishing, it seems that Conrad Coetzes is destined to be a born inquisitor no matter what. But how much do you know about yourself? 】

"I don't bother you with this." Kozpi replied with a smile.

[I'm afraid I'll have to bother with this, you've made the atmosphere of this special movie very bad.] You go around swaggering, setting fire to people, but you downplay yourself. What the hell do you think of this story, Konrad Coetzes? 】

"Do I have to answer?" Coetzes asked impatiently. "You're annoying me a little, you a-"

A flash of blue light enveloped him, causing no substantial damage or restraint, but another line of words appeared on the light curtain.

[I thought they would be different, liars. The future I see will not change, and those illusions will still come as promised. The noble demigod is about to wreak havoc on the entire galaxy, and countless people will die unexpectedly, how can there be any justice? 】

Conrad Coetzes fell silent suddenly.

[How?] Nothing to say? That's what I want, you really need to be silent. 】

"It can read minds?! It didn't read the heart with the power of technology! The crimson Magnus let out a sudden cry. It just said — wait, Conrad, woe to the galaxy? What are you thinking? ”

He spat out the words in hindsight, only to realize his sluggishness, for most of his brothers had already stood up.

"Scourge the Galaxy?" Roger Dorn asked with a frown. "Who? Conrad? Who? ”

"This person must think that he has some kind of qualification." The hooded Barbaros said, his voice hoarse. "And the desire for power, with arrogance, our current situation is too much in line with those so-called princely succession dramas, isn't it?"

He seemed to mean something.

"Why don't you ask about illusions compared to this kind of thing?" Riemann Ruth asked, seemingly lazily. "If that line is indeed Conrad's heart, then he has seen the future."

Lorga Aurelian's face turned red and he roared, "Who is trying to subvert my father's kingdom of God?!" ”

The Chagatai Khan was silent, stroked his long beard, and seemed to be thinking.

Ferus Manus folded his hands and his expression was indifferent, still sitting in his seat, as if he did not care about these matters.

Fogham was worried, but he kept his demeanor, and Ferus Manus's calmness seemed to comfort him to some extent.

Robert Killiman looked around with a serious expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

Leon Elchanson's eyes were fixed on Motarian, his leather-gloved right hand tapping rhythmically on the tabletop.

Angron covered his forehead, and a little blush suddenly welled up in the white gelatinous tubes above his head, and the medicine used to treat the after-effects of the Butcher's Nail was being replaced by blood that surged up during the excitement.

Vulcan looked at him worriedly, leaning over to whisper something in the ear of Colus Colax, who was beside him.

The latter nodded, and disappeared in place in a black shadow.

Alfaris remained eerily silent, but there seemed to be a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Horus took in all this, turned his head, and asked his brother most dearly, "What do you think, St. Giles?" ”

The archangel with wings on his back did not answer, but was silent.

However, as the epicenter of the storm, Conrad Coetzes showed no signs of nervousness. He just lowered his legs and retracted into his chair.

He tilted his head and stared coldly at the curtain of light that could be projected from any angle, his fingers crossed in front of his chest, the sharp nails already piercing deep into the back of his hand, blood gushing out, dripping down his fingers, and sliding vertically down his black robe, which looked like a cloak.

Can you all sit down? The light curtain politely asked.

There was no response, only the sound of heated discussions, and the tape spun helplessly in a circle, and a terrifying shock wave burst out.

In a matter of moments, it pressed all the primordial objects back into its chair, and even Colus Corax, who had left the room in black, suddenly appeared in the room, sitting on his chair in astonishment.

The Emperor's sons opened their mouths and tried to speak, however, no matter how much they tried to drive their lips and tongues, they could not make any sound.

Only the hum of the light curtain remains.

[It's really troublesome, and I have to bring a child for the trading partner.] I really don't want to bother you if I don't collect enough money - in short, look carefully, you noble imperial demigods. 】

[Your brother Conrad Coetzes has a terrifying prophetic ability to see uncontrollably into the concrete future of someone or something. But let me be clear that these foolish prophecies are inherently instructive. 】

They are pure nightmares and illusions. If anyone really chooses to believe in these one-sidedness, then he will get nothing but torture. Don't be stupid, okay? 】

[There has never been a bullshit future, you have to stand in a more rational and calm perspective to look at the so-called fate. Once you can understand, you will find that fate is just a scumbag to be choked. It's man-made. 】

[Okay, that's the end of the soothing lesson, what do you think of that story?] 】

[Or, what do you think of Karil Lohals?] Like the character? Do you think he's paranoid, self-righteous, with an inexplicable sense of superiority and a desire for sacrifice? 】

No one answered, the primitives looked at each other, and none of them chose to speak.

[You could have spoken a long time ago]

"Do we have to discuss this? We're actually more concerned about something else right now. Roger Dorn asked solemnly. Can you give us a little time to confirm the prophecy and the vision, and then come back to this? Watch the movie? ”

[Very polite, I like you very much, Roger Dorn.] Unfortunately, I'm afraid I can't say yes. I'm very contractual, and your father's request is for me to play the stories on a loop until the stories on these lists are played one by one. 】

[Oh, by the way, he also asked you to give some opinions after reading each story, and it has nothing to do with me.] I wish you had forgotten about it. 】

"Well, since it must be said." Even Dorne sighed visibly. "I think he's extreme, but he's also noble. Every choice he made was understandable, and in fact, even if he chose to go crazy, I think it would be understandable. ”

The light curtain flickered perfunctorily, apparently, it was really the same as it said, and it was not interested in the feelings of the primitives. [-What's next?] Who's coming? 】

Hesitating, Magnus raised his right hand.

[Oh, a good student. Come on, teacher, you have to speak. 】

"I think he obviously doesn't know enough about himself. Psionic is anything but a 'time bomb' as he describes it, and if he could take a moment to study the power he possesses, he will find that psionic energy can save Nostramo. ”

Motarian snorted coldly and immediately began to ask rhetorically.

So how do you explain the voice he heard? What about the voice that promised him everything, and the vigilance he showed about it? ”

"Also, I hope you don't forget Conrad - I mean the ghost, the scream he makes when he uses his powers, and that phrase. The fool's dreams are full of threats, and that's what you get when you use psionic energy, Magnus. ”

"You're too pedantic, Motarian." Magnus said sincerely, his eyes sparkling. "You obviously didn't listen carefully to your father's psionic class, and he made it clear that there is something in the vast ocean, and it is very evil. But if we are careful and strong-willed, they can't do anything about us. ”

"Huh." Motarian sneered and nodded. "May I ask if this Karil Lohals is strong-willed?"

Magnus was momentarily speechless.

"It's not hard to guess why he still adheres to an almost pedantic morality in that environment, and would rather eat that kind of nourishment than eat a mouse with a higher energy level? It's just because they've eaten corpses."

"Even if he was a madman, he was a rare and determined madman. He will still be found by them because of a momentary mistake, and how much do you think you are better than him? ”

Magnus stopped talking, but fell into deep thought. He seemed to want to say something, but the frowning brow prevented him from continuing to contradict Motarian. After a while, he nodded convincingly.

"You're right." He said. "I do have some, but I still don't agree with some of your opinions, and after the next psionic class, I'll go to Macado and ask him what he thinks. I hope you'll be there then. ”

The Barbaros glanced gloomily at him, but did not agree to anything.

[The next person has the floor to speak.] The light curtain lazily threw out word after word slowly. [Don't debate this time, I just want to hear your conclusions, not a long speech, a little more concise, okay?] Who's coming? 】

"I'll come." Conrad Coetzes raised his right hand coldly.

He shook his hair so that he could shake off the broken hair on his forehead. Now, everyone saw his dark eyes. It's hard to find any emotion in such a pair of eyes, but it's much easier when you look at it with facial expressions.

All the primordials could clearly see the very complicated emotions on Conrad Coetze's face at this moment. It was a strange mixture of disgust, pity, and incomprehension, but it seemed to be more than that.

"He deserves to die."

Nostramo hissed, his accent still unchanged, still in that very soft and tactful tone, but his words were cold, like an autumn drizzle, into the bottom of his heart.

"It's stupid enough to pursue justice in such a world, he actually expects more, he wants to radically change Nostramo, but it's simply impossible to do."

"This planet has been completely overwhelmed by sin, and a certain degree of justice can only be achieved with fear and coercion. If a civilian is to be guaranteed to sleep soundly tonight and have something to eat tomorrow, more than ten gang members must die tortured while he sleeps. ”

"Such bloody justice is already the limit of what Nostramo can tolerate. And what was he thinking? Transforming society? And expect the Midnight Ghost to do it? Pipe dream! ”

He looked up and sneered as if he were very haughty. He didn't pay any attention to his brothers' gazes, and just talked to himself.

"So he deserves to die, do you hear me, little thing? His death proves the fact that Nostramo is hopeless, and it proves another thing, that is, justice does not exist at all! ”

"What we are looking for is nothing but a false illusion, otherwise how can we explain his death? Such a person will also die, can die, and must die! Because he was born in Nostramo, he will die a tormented death"

"It's ridiculous that he's still worried about the Midnight Ghost?"

Conrad Coetzes burst out laughing.

"Ha, wait and see, in a few years he will be a different person, ruling the world with absolute tyranny and fear, and he will go completely crazy because of the stark contrast between his teachings and reality! And I'll stand on my nostramo and laugh at these two people loudly"

[You have a lot to say. 】

The laughter stopped abruptly.

[However, since you have talked about this, I think it is a bit unreasonable not to show you what is going on. As it happens, it also happens to be on our list of stories. So, do you want to read on? 】

Originally, I wanted to create a new volume to throw away.,But it seems that the starting point doesn't support sorting by volume.,So I sent it directly ()

There is also a chapter in the afternoon.

(End of chapter)