Frankly, the moment he approached the communications array made Carlil a little dazed.

He really didn't expect that he would be able to see this familiar scene 10,000 years later—complex and dense instruments, cables everywhere, and busy servants and communicators shuttling between them.

It's just that, while familiar, it's anything but pleasant.

Standing in the dark, Carlil stopped and looked at the communications array.

He found that most of the instruments in it were old models he had seen 10,000 years ago, and even the size was the same. Thirty-two different instruments were connected to each other with cables all over the floor, and the servants clumsily navigated through them, occasionally swearing for pulling the energy lines.

The Shadow Knights do not exist in this position, but the warriors of the Children of the Red Sand Panzer Regiment hold the place safe. Of course, this is only the appearance, and the dark areas around it that can still be used as lurking have been completely occupied by them.

Carlil pondered for a moment, and for the sake of the spirit of the Children of the Red Sands, he still found a blind spot and left the darkness. The consequences of this were obvious, and he received many eyes from the darkness.

Carlil took them all, and even looked back at them one by one, his gaze shining like a torch on the stalkers in the darkness. They tensed for a moment, wondering if they had been spotted or not—after all, Carlil's seemingly unfocused, aimless gaze was misleading.

Aware of this, Karil suppressed the unseemly but familiar smile and stood there for a full minute before Kaul Sahora and Sheikher Cold Spirit rushed after him.

The High Master had no special feelings about Carlil's departure, until Keur explained to him in just ten seconds what had happened the last time the 'Instructor' had left on his own initiative, and he fully understood the gravity of the matter.

Now, however, he looked at Carlile with a calm expression and couldn't help but slowly turn his head and glance at his colleague.

The young warband leader gave an answer with a blank look in his eyes, and then he stepped forward and began to issue orders to the communication array.

The correspondents obeyed his orders unconditionally, though most of them looked at Carlil with a mixture of surprise and curiosity for at least ten seconds.

Shehr noticed this, and he thought it would be a little unpleasant for the instructor - after all, until now, the description in the Book of Night had been very different from that of Karil Lohals himself. But he looked away, and the instructor of the 'Legion' did not give any attention to the already offensive gaze of these men.

So he's not an antique. Shehr thought to himself. Or, just plain indifference and contempt, like some of our cousins.

Eternal night is above, I wish he was the former, and I have many questions I want to get answers from him

Carlil calmly cast a glance at him and nodded slightly.

"If I'm emotionally stable, you can come to me at any time and ask me any questions, Supreme Master Sheihr." He said.

The leader of the Judgment Blade warband, known as Cold Soul, opened his mouth again and again, and then closed it again. It took him five seconds to compose himself before he asked the next question with a calm expression.

"Your Excellency, are you reading my mind?"

"I don't have to read it." Carlil said. "Actually, since I've mastered psionic powers, I've never actively read anyone's mind."

"Your thoughts or voices are naturally included, and I have not used psionic powers to probe your hearts and memories, in fact, on the contrary, they have opened their arms to me."

He spoke calmly, without the slightest consideration for Shehr's own feelings, and his words were as precise as a knife in the hands of a skilled butcher.

Shehr frowned deeply at this, he calmed down again, and then immediately suppressed his unhappiness and threw out another question.

"You mean, I'm as easy to read as a blank sheet of paper to you?"

"I wouldn't say that."

"Why? Because it's a little insulting? ”

Shehr finally sneered uncontrollably, the tall figure depicted in the Book of Night was finally completely separated from the person in front of him at this moment, and he was even slightly indignant.

We've crossed half the galaxy to find you, and all we can get is this attitude?

Carlil knew exactly what he was thinking, but he smiled genuinely at the moment.

"No, just for some other reason you don't yet understand." He explained succinctly. "Besides, Grand Master, I'm afraid the Book of Night is not what you thought."

"I want to hear about it." Sheikher said without squinting at the communication array on the side.

Carlil took in his reactions and thoughts, and instead of proliferating and amplifying his violent thoughts, they dispelled them a lot.

Deep down, his sanity began to whisper.

Sheikher Cold Soul has been fighting in the galaxy for many years, but he is still willing to face you with such a slightly naïve and aggrieved attitude. Whether he admits it or not, or realizes it, he already subconsciously sees you as a relative.

Close relatives. Carlil thought. What a strange word.

His sanity burst out laughing at this moment, and gradually became Konrad Coetzes's voice: is it? Father? Are you really new to this?

Khalir did not answer, but began to explain to Shehr in a more serious, but also gentler manner.

"It's a whole set of books, divided into five books. The one you read is very different from what others see. I'm glad to see you discard the vague sentences that Conrad deliberately wrote at this point, he always likes to do some helpless pranks in inconsequential places. I apologize to you on his behalf. ”

Sheikher was silent for a while, and in an awkward atmosphere where he had nothing to say, he turned his head and threw down a sentence in a cold and hard tone.

"You are not the father of our genes, so who is in a position to apologize for him?"

Ha, Father. You see, that's what you deserve. Conrad Coetzes couldn't help but laugh maniacally.

Karil sighed calmly but helplessly, and walked up to Sheihr.

He politely spread out his right hand and showed his empty palm to the Grand Master for a moment, before raising his right hand and tapping his breastplate.

"Please bow your head, Grand Master."

At first, Shehr wanted to act indifferent, until he suddenly noticed that Karil's voice had become a little strange.

At this moment, his voice did not sound like his own, but like someone Shehr had never seen before, but who was so familiar that he could not be more familiar.

The Cold Soul quickly lowered its head in silence, and saw the reflection of a giant in a pair of dark eyes.

He didn't exist in the real world, but at this moment he appeared in the deepest part of these pupils illogically. He wears a crown on his head and is surrounded by moonlight.

At this moment, he was smiling at Shehr. The noble and pale face had a kingly bearing, which was exactly what Shehr imagined Conrad Koz to look like.

"I beg your pardon." Conrad Coetzes said solemnly. "When I was writing the book, I didn't expect him to be like this today."

Shehr looked at him expressionlessly, and did not react at all.

"I had just wanted to play a little joke on you, never imagined that it would turn into a small rift that would divide you in such a short period of time, and I must send you my deepest apologies, Sheihr."

"At the same time, I have to give you a compensation, which is part of my apology. When you return from the race, you can go to the Nightfall with him and read the full set of Night Books. I hope you are happy with this, and I hope you will be more considerate of my stupid father. ”

Conrad Coetzes retracted his smile and sighed softly: "He always likes to put himself in the most dangerous situations, and it is really unfortunate for me personally that he is willing to suffer misunderstandings and torments for this, because both of my fathers are like this. They even want to fight over it, consciously or unconsciously. ”

As the words fell, his figure dissipated into the depths of those pupils. Shehr stood like a statue, staring into those eyes until he was left in the reflection of the black gem.

"The communication link has been established." Kaul said.

He made his voice sound quite timely, at least in his opinion.

With a serious expression, the young Shadow Knight Warlord took over a human-sized intercom device, without even looking at Shehr, completely ignoring the Supreme Master's expression that had gradually become calm and dangerous.

"Thank you, Kayor." Carlil said.

He skillfully put on the communication device, but there was a murmur in the headset. It wasn't until a few minutes later that the murmur gradually transformed into a real 'sound'.

"This is Orak Kataks, the current commander of the third company, and the director of the think tank. I'm honored to be the first person to speak to you, instructor. ”

"Also, if you can, can you teach me some of the most efficient techniques that I can use in the dueling cage?"

"I'm honored too, Orlac." Carlil said

At this moment, it was as if he had gone back 10,000 years. It's hard to say if this was because of a little joke by Orac Kataks or because of Conrad Coz's brief appearance.

He couldn't help but smile, and even the trembling of his fingers stopped for a moment.

"However, there is really no skill in the dueling cage. You just need to be quicker than your brothers, or be more ruthless, to achieve victory. I recommend using the Joint Technique or luring the enemy deeper. Also, Conrad Coetzes greetings you. ”

"That's a bit unlucky," Orak replied after a brief pause.

He seemed to be enduring a certain emotion, and even his voice became a little strange for it. Carlil didn't point it out - it was just an unstable communication link, and it wasn't worth mentioning.

"Well, instructor, let's get down to business. My brothers were glaring at me menacingly from the side of the bridge - anyway, we had recovered the body of the War Leader, who was in a deep slumber and his meninges were already working. Is there anything we can do for him? ”

"Take a pot of Glocks meat and grill it until it's fully cooked. If you can, sprinkle a little cheap salt and pepper on Terra, he likes the taste. Carlil said unhurriedly.

"Yago wakes up with a long period of hunger and has to eat a lot to recover quickly. You can start preparing now, and besides, it's normal if he curses anyone who prepares the food while eating. ”

"Even if it includes you?"

Carlil smiled and said, "Yes, even if it includes me, but I don't think he will do that." He'll just see this pot of meat as one. Cursed coincidence, after all, he didn't know about my return. ”

Orrac was silent for a while, and asked in a very unbelievable tone on the other end of the communication link, "He doesn't know?!" ”

"There's a lot more that Yago doesn't know, Orak. Don't think of him as a wise man or an encyclopedia because of his age in battle, he's neither. Also, can I ask you to prepare a shuttle? When he woke up, I wanted to be there. ”

"Of course, instructor, we'll start preparing right away." The director of the think tank replied quickly, his voice seemed a little distant for the next ten seconds, and judging from the tone of his voice, he probably seemed a little anxious. Carlil understood him, and removed the communication device, handing it back to Kaul. At this moment, he didn't notice that his expression was quite calm.

"Please be prepared, you two." He said to them. "You've heard you, we need to make a trip to the Nightfall. I hope the corridors there won't be cobwebbed in 10,000 years, space spiders are very difficult beasts. ”

Was he just joking? Sheikh thought with shock.

"It's not bad." Carlil smiled at him. "Not my best, but enough."

"Also, I beg your pardon for a moment to get away for a while. Lord Scaradry and the Huntsman should be on the Nightfall with us, and leave the search for them to me. My old bones should walk more, too. ”

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to another darkness. There, an Astarte, unnoticed by anyone but him, was standing quietly within.

His power armor was full of scriptures, white and red, bright red as blood, if you look closely, there is even a hidden meaning of beating. He was not wearing a helmet, and the veins on his completely pale face were clearly visible, but his eyes were not as dark as the children of the night, but rather a cloudy white.

Noticing Carlil's gaze, he immediately bowed slightly, made his own voice, and made a greeting.

"Good day, instructor." He said. "Soul hunters salute you."

(End of chapter)