Chapter 531 49.Records of the Warband Era (Ten, Kaus, Ten Thousand)

The war is over, and there will always be people who say this, as well as things like that. Every time they said that, Bust Thorne felt a pinprick pain in his head.

This phenomenon has happened many times in his thirty-two years of life so far, and it is very frequent. And, just now, while he was busy smashing stones with his pickaxe, someone said it again.

So the headache returned.

The man's self-proclaimed whispered, resentful muttering gave Bust a splitting headache and made him uncontrollably angry.

"They're crazy, so they've been keeping us on the surface. What's so good about living under this tunnel? My mom told me there was sunlight on the surface, and I don't know what it was, but it was definitely better than these damn lights, and the battle of Cowes was over, so why did they do it anyway? ”

Before we get started, there are a few things you need to know about Bust Thorne.

To put it more simply, he was born underground in Cowes, joined the army as an adult, served for many years, and was forced to retire only three months ago.

His superiors bluntly stated that Bust Thorne deserved a better life after a series of misfortunes. But this is just a pretext, and the truth is that they agree that Bust must move on.

But Bust was very puzzled by this.

He didn't understand why his commander would kick him back under the tunnel to live with these ungrateful bastards, and in his opinion, he should stay in the army and continue to fight for the Emperor, Robert Killeman and Cowes.

He deserves a better life, doesn't he? In his opinion, the 'better life' that belongs to him is to go into battle to kill the enemy, that is, to continue to hold a light gun and fight for protection.

Buster stopped his hands and let the pickaxe fall to the ground with a thud. Then he turned his head to look at the man in the ranks of workers who had just spoken.

This person was the one he swore to protect.

"Shut up." He said.

"Oh, Brother Soldier!"

The man hurriedly raised his hands and called out his nickname. There was a look on that sweaty face that was somewhere between ridicule, anger, and fear. In Buster's view, this expression can be called cowardice.

He didn't dare to admit that he was complaining, nor did he want to simply back down. He was afraid of what Buster would do to him, but he wanted to maintain his dignity in front of his fellow workers. These things put him in a dilemma, and they made him look ridiculous now.

"I apologize—" The man smiled weakly, his face nonchalant. "-I'm just kidding, there's no need for you to be upset."

"I'm not angry with you, if I did, you'd be lying on the ground by now. Your right hand will be broken, your ribs will be broken by my boot, and your damn mouth, I'll dig out every tooth in it with a pickaxe. ”

Bust said, lifting the pickaxe in his hand. It fell to the ground again, bursting with a dull echo. The echo echoed through the tunnel, along with Buster's words, in the ears of the gravel, the worker, and the man.

All the workers are looking at him now.

Twenty-one people, a small team. Sent by Orm City under Cowes, they are responsible for cleaning the tunnel that collapsed due to the earthquake. Their job is to clean up the rubble, and as for repair, that's the business of the other workers.

In the city, or rather, in the underground of Cowes, there is never a shortage of jobs. Whether it is the downward excavation work that lasted for 10,000 years, or the expansion of the city, the cultivation of fungi. People always have something to do.

The team, led by Bust, set off at six o'clock in the morning when the sun was not visible, and arrived at the place of work in three hours, and it was already five o'clock in the evening.

They ate two meals of mushroom soup and a temporary ration that was distributed, and if there were no accidents, they could leave work for another hour. Then go home and enjoy tomorrow's vacation.

But Buster didn't want to take a vacation, and he didn't want to let go of the man who had complained so many times so easily.

He's had enough.

He has only been in office for three months, but he has already heard too much such gossip. People are very upset with them and the Astartes, as if they have been harming the Koos.

"Do you have any grievances against the Sons of Cows or us?" Bust asked indignantly.

"What——? No! No! Of course not, of course I don't! The man was even more frightened, and he raised his voice to express his true thoughts.

In his eyes, Bust saw a palpable retreat. That kind of retreat can almost be read by him: Don't be like this, Brother Bing, I just apologize, don't continue.

But Bust is just to continue, and once something starts, there is no turning back.

"But it sounds like you have." Bust said. "And it's not the usual complaint, since I was transferred to the team three months ago, as far as I can see with my own eyes and hear with my own ears, you have complained two hundred and forty-six times."

Obviously, this idea didn't just come to your mind on the first day. You'd love to go up on the surface and have a look, don't you? ”

The man's face flushed, and an indescribable emotion brewed on his face, as pale as all Cows.

Bust let go of his hand and let the pickaxe fall to the ground. He straightened out his dirty overalls and approached him.

He looked at him.

"Now let me tell you something, your mother is right, there is sunlight on the surface, but it is not the sunlight you imagined. The sun's light is poisonous and can roast people alive or cook. Do you know the difference between the two? ”

The man shook his head, shook his head vigorously, sweat splashing.

"The former is to die immediately, the latter is to die later, and you have to wear a hazmat suit to walk in that sun. So that's the sun, Gottling, and the sun on the surface can bake you. But other than that, do you know what else is on the surface? ”

"I, I don't know, sir."

"And fucking mongrel traitors." Bust said.

He turned his head to look around and saw that the workers had already gathered around. They are all pale, and usually do not have very good eyesight, their hands are long, and their nails are so hard that they can crush some of the less hard stones

Bust himself is like this, and so is all those born under Cowes. It is said that 10,000 years ago, the Kauss people were not like this.

As for now, the workers are now whispering their exclamations, if nothing else, but because of the word traitor spoken by Buster. These two words were like a hammer, and they were so painful that they could only scream.

"I don't know where they came from, and I don't want to know, but they're on the surface. They were covered in pus, their skin was rough like leather, they were dressed in human skin, and they only screamed indiscriminately. ”

"And you, Gottling, do you know what happens to someone like you if they find out the moment you walk onto the surface?"

Before he could answer, Bust began to explain himself.

"You're going to be eaten." He said calmly. "They'll start with your nose first, and I've seen it with my own eyes, and they love to bite off other people's noses."

The exclamations of the workers ceased and became a sound of inhaling into the air in fear. There is no shortage of ghost stories, erratic shaking light sources, whirring winds, and dark tunnels in the underground caverns. These things are the perfect vehicle for the atmosphere of fear.

Moreover, what Buster tells is even more terrifying than ghost stories. Because the stories he tells are from his own experience, he tells them in a straightforward way, as sharp as a knife.

"Before I retired, these bastards stormed one of our above-ground fortresses. We fought them head-on, but they ran so fast that they could rush in front of you and pounce on you in the blink of an eye. ”

"They will stick their fingers down your throat and bite off your nose, your cheeks and your tongue with their teeth. They will eat from the face, and then the rest of the place, which I have seen with my own eyes. ”

"So, tell me now, why don't you think we let you go to the surface?"

Gottling swallowed a mouthful of saliva with reluctance.

"Hah, the fucking war is over"

Bust actually laughed as he spoke. He was trembling slightly, not because of anything else, but simply from anger.

He did a good job of suppressing his emotions, but he still couldn't help but feel a surge of anger - my troops died to protect you, and the sons of Cows died to protect you, and you turned back and accused us of depriving you of your freedom?

"The war never ends." Bust began to roar. "Do you want to know when it's going to end?!"

Gottling's eyes welled up with tears welling up in his eyes, and he stammered, "I, I, I think, sir." ”

"Unless the last Whisperer mongrels and the last of their auxiliaries are dead, the battle for Cowes will never end!" Bust yelled.

At this moment, his voice was not like his own, but like a sergeant of the son of Cowes he had once met. Actually, this sentence is also a sentence from the sergeant's speech.

Bust memorized it so closely, and he combined it with the history of the battle of Cowes that he had learned at the Loyal Heir Academy, and in turn formed a deep hatred.

Unlike these civilians, Bust knew what he was fighting for. It was because of this that he was able to hold out alone for a week in that besieged ground fortress.

He should have been promoted because of this, from sergeant to company commander, even his commander said so, but his promotion was stopped because Buster maintained absolute honesty.

He did not hide anything, even if he was still lying on the hospital bed at the time, he insisted on telling the officers who came to investigate the whole process of holding his position in the form of oral narration.

He was trapped in it, not short of ammunition, with five automatic sentry cannons and two loader servants by his side, but he had no food. At that time, most of the fortress had fallen, and only a small position to which he had retreated was not left.

The traitors tempted him with food from their storehouses and persuaded Bust to surrender, but he was unwilling to surrender.

Yes, he has no food with him, but he has a lot of dead brothers around him.

According to Bust himself, it was 'the dead who asked him to do it', a phrase that led him to a diagnosis of mental illness.

Immediately after recovering from his injury, Bust was forced to retire and then assigned. To this day, he is still haunted by this, not because he failed to be promoted, but because no one believes him.

He really heard the voices of the dead.

"From now on, I don't want to hear a word of bullshit coming out of your mouth again." Buster's eyes were red and he said to Gottling.

His voice had changed from a growl to a normal tone, but the words that came out of it were even more terrifying. The threat is palpable.

Bust turned, returned to the pickaxe, picked it up and began to get back to work. He knew that what he said and did today would be reported, but he didn't care anymore.

Right is right, wrong is wrong, and he doesn't want to be on the same team as someone like Gottling

He kept swinging his pickaxe to vent his anger, each blow heavier and faster than before. Ten minutes later, the last bit of stone was also broken, the rubble was swept aside, and the light source of the emergency lights loomed at both ends of the tunnel.

Buster caught a glimpse of a cloudy silhouette at this moment. He lifted the lamp on his waist and saw a statue.

It was an Ultramarine, with a military flag in his hand, his face blurred, but miraculously unharmed by the collapse of the tunnel. Bust approached it and saw the statue's name on the pedestal.

Rimas Ventanus, Commander of the Fourth Company of Ultramarines, Son of Cowes, Commander of the First Combat Regiment, and Hero of Cowes.

Bust put down the lamp and began to fumble with the fingers of his right hand on his belt. He wanted to place the lamp on the base of the statue so that he could see the details of the statue better.

As a native of Couss, he certainly knew Rhamas Ventanus, and it can be said that without him, the inhabitants of Cowes would not have regained their footing in the underground caverns. It was he who led the Kauss in their continued struggle, and eventually held out until the large army of Ultramarines returned to their aid

With reverence, Buster gently bumped the heel of his boot, intending to salute an Aquila, however, at this moment, a cold wind came from the end of the dark tunnel.

It came from behind the statue of Remas Ventanus, so cold that it was almost speechless, which was completely counterintuitive. Each of the underground tunnels in Cowes is equipped with heating equipment, and even if this section is damaged by a temporary collapse, the temperature will never drop so quickly.

Buster's hands were on his waist, and he stared straight at the darkness, the light of the searchlight shining steadily from behind the tempered glass, splitting the darkness into uneven pieces, and the wind continued, even intensifying.

In the end, not only him, but also the workers who were packing up their things and planning to take the transport back to Orm City felt the chill. They stopped and looked in disbelief.

Then, reaching out from the darkness, a large hand gently took Buster's lamp.

"Hello." Someone whispered quietly in the darkness, and two points of scarlet suddenly lit up. "Excuse me, how do you get to the nearest city?"

The workers answered him with screams, and Bust embraced him with a charge of his life and a loud yell.

"Run!"

——

"I'm sorry to cause such an inconvenience."

In the intricate underground caverns beneath Coos, in the fortress monastery of the Warbands of the Children of Coss, Yago Sevitaleon spoke slowly.

"But we are also helpless, your underground cave is more complicated than a labyrinth, and the communication system cannot be used normally due to the disorder of electromagnetic signals, and we can't even contact you. There is no way to do this."

Hectus Calgio, the warlord of the Sons of Coss, nodded expressionlessly.

It wasn't because of anything else, or because he didn't believe Sevita's words, but simply because he hadn't been able to understand the situation.

This morning, he was still struggling with how to organize the next offensive against the surface, and in the evening, a full five hundred children of the night suddenly appeared on Couss.

Not only that, but even the five battle group leaders personally led the team. Even the legendary Yago Sevitalyon himself had arrived, and for a moment he almost thought that some damn demon was going to appear on Cows to cause such a situation.

It took a while for Calgio to realize that he really should have said something instead of remaining silent. So he coughed hard and began to try to organize the language.

"Ahem, first of all—Cowes welcomes your arrival, but I really don't know anything, anyway, forgive my rudeness, cousins. I want to know, how the hell did you get to Cowes? ”

"The deadly storm and our cancer-stricken sun have made this nearby region so dangerous that even the damned Zerg don't want to come here. Our Father of Genes holds a dozen meetings a year over how to deliver supplies to Couss, but you. That's how it got to Coos? What about your ship? ”

"We didn't come by boat." Sevita said.

He showed a rare hint of melancholy, and it was so obvious that even someone like Cargio, who was not familiar with him, could see it straightforwardly.

The son of Cows was heartbroken, and began to worry about his own speculation. Unlike most of the Empire's worlds, Cowes was never a peaceful world. Since the attack 10,000 years ago, the war has never ended.

Not only do the Cows have to deal with the terrible environment, the poisonous sun, and the mutated descendants of the Savage Auxiliaries left behind by the Whisperers, but they also have to be on the lookout for the Whisperers who still have their eye on Cows.

Worst of all, they also need to worry about the pervasive Chaos invasion.

During these 10,000 years, at least a thousand cults have traveled across the ocean to come to Kauss to perform what they call ascension rituals to summon demons.

The fact that a cult can come and go freely between empires is appalling enough, and the trip to Cowes is even more unbelievable - and according to the think tanks of the parent group Ultramarines, it is because Coase has been conceptually upgraded.

In this 10,000-year-long war, Cowes was one of the first worlds to shed blood, and one of the most miserable, with countless Ultramarines and despicable Whisperers killed here.

From this point of view, it also explains why Cowes has such a huge attraction to cultists.

But this is a bitter thing for the Coos, as well as the Ultramarines sub-regiment stationed in Couss, the sons of Cous.

"Anyway, we didn't come by boat." Sevita sighed and repeated, interrupting Kargio's thoughts.

He looked up at the true 10,000-year-old veteran and asked sincerely, "Forgive me for being stupid, Lord Sevita, but how did you get here?" ”

Sevita was silent for a moment, then said, "If I told you that a day ago we were drinking and eating meat with the Space Wolves at Fenris, would you believe it?" ”

"If someone else had told me about it, I'm afraid I'd think he's crazy." Cargio replied half-jokingly.

"But that's just the way it is. We didn't come by boat, we didn't come on a special trip, and in fact, if this was a demonic invasion that required all five of the Night's Sons to join forces, you'd have already received an order from the Glory of Macurag. ”

"But you didn't receive such an order, not even anything like that, did you? So, I'm telling you that we're not rallying here to deal with a demonic invasion. ”

"You've blurred the point of my question, and what I want to know is how you got to Cowes."

Sevita said expressionlessly, "Since you insist on wanting to know the answer, all right - portal. ”

Cargio couldn't have been more visibly stunned.

"I'm sorry, my lord, did I hear me wrong?"

"No, Captain Kargio, you heard you right, we came through the portal. And if you want to ask what kind of portal it is, who opened it, what type of portal it is, I can only answer you without comment. ”

"Not because I don't want to tell you, but I can't explain something to you that I don't even know myself. All in all, isn't it amazing that we arrived at Coth through a portal that opened on Fenris? ”

With a smirk, Yago Sevitaleone leaned back and leaned back on the couch in Calgio's office.

The skeleton of the sofa itself is made of composite metal, which is very strong and perfectly withstands his weight. The warband leader of the Sons of Coth stared at him, and it took a long time for him to finally accept the explanation, but his expression was somewhat indescribable.

"Okay." He said. "So, what is the matter with you?"

"I don't know." Sevita said crisply.

"I'll tell you the truth, Cargio, although the two of us hadn't even met before today, the identity code and the information in the database have confirmed your identity, so I really don't want to prevaricate you with lies or anything like that."

"We were brought here by a man named Karil Lohals, who was our only instructor during our time in the Legion and the adoptive father of our genetic father."

"For some reason, he and we have been separated for 10,000 years, and now we have found him back, but he seems to have a little mental problem, and he is running around with us all over the galaxy, I am done, do you have any questions?"

Calgio covered his forehead with his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

He didn't speak, but a voice came from behind him. It was a hoarse male voice, speaking in High Gothic, with a calm voice but a very unceremonious tone.

"Yago, you shouldn't have revealed these things to him."

Calgio turned around sharply and saw a male mortal in a robe, about 1.9 meters tall, standing silently behind him.

However, as to when this man entered and when he walked behind him, Calgio looked back on his memory and did not catch any clues, as if he were a ghost.

"Oh? Why, instructor? Isn't the commander of the Kargio Warband worthy to know these things? ”

"Of course he's qualified, but he's not ready."

"What preparation?" Sevita asked.

He slowly got up from the couch and came to Calgio's side, hooking his shoulders very casually.

The Warlord of the Children of Coth felt a little uncomfortable about this, but he also remembered a joke by Robert Killiman about the style of the Children of the Night.

"There is absolutely no other Astarte in the Empire that would treat each other the way they do."

"There are no secrets between them, only caustic ridicule, no blood and tears, only mild contempt. The bureaucrats in the Ministry of War thought the Children of the Night were gangsters, and I would say they were wrong. ”

"The sons of Conrad Coetzes simply don't care so much, and although they are strict with etiquette and insist on not using honorifics, they never ask others to apply their standards as well. That's a very good point, and I think we should learn from it. ”

"Of course, don't be too similar, I don't want to see my warband leaders hook up with each other."

Original, I'm sorry, I'm hooking up with Yago Sevitaleon right now, but he's not your warlord, so it shouldn't matter. Right?

"Well, what are you going to prepare, instructor?"

As he pondered, Calgio heard Yago Sevitaleón ask.

He left his divergent thoughts, and restrained himself from the urge to shake his shoulder, to shake the hand that was on his shoulder, and turned his gaze to the Caryl Lohals.

Cargio had to admit one thing, he had already inevitably developed a great curiosity about this instructor from the time of the Legion.

First, if what Captain Sevitalyon said was true, then this was another living Legion.

Second, he was the adoptive father of Conrad Coetzes.

Robert Kiliman had adoptive parents, and Calgio was familiar with the lives of King Connaught and Lady Judton, so he naturally wondered what kind of character he possessed to raise such a great primordial as the Lord of the Blades

Half a second later, he was amazed.

Karil Lohals stepped forward, shook his hands sincerely, and began to apologize.

"I'm sorry, Captain Calgio, but what you're saying may have caused some unnecessary trouble. I must tell you, though Yago called me an instructor, that was a thing of the past. Now, I'm just-"

"—a very young, tall man who looks." Sevita answered, squinting her eyes and letting out a chuckle.

He turned his head sideways and winked at Calgio.

"Not only that, but he's also a very powerful psyker." Sevita whispered. "I advise you not to him off, Calgio, he has a temper and can do anything."

The warband, who had been in service for three centuries, looked at him at a loss, and then looked back at Carlil, his face full of confusion.

Forty minutes later, he left his office with this confusion in mind, walked into the headquarters of the think tanks, and led them to the depths of the station, where he began to perform a complex ritual born of a star whisperer.

They have been using this ritual to communicate with the Glory of Makurag since the inception of the Sons of Coos. This time, too, is no exception.

They will speak directly to Robert Killiman.

——

"Who, you say again?"

"Karil Lohals, my lord. His name was Carlil Lohals, and he was an instructor in the Eighth Legion."

Robert Killiman took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair.

The circle inscribed into the interior of his study was operating strongly and steadily under the auspices of the Star Whisperer Mariel, and a flaming Imperial Aquila stood in the center of the circle, and beneath it, the Star Whisperer's face had been completely blurred by the psionic light.

Thanks to her efforts and the help of the Circle, Hectus Calgio, who was far above Coos, was able to get his voice into Kiliman's ears with so much effort, but Kiliman didn't have the heart to listen anymore now.

He only felt dizzy.

Then, instinctively, he began to think.

First of all, there is no way that Cargio could have lied. Not to mention that he didn't know the name at all, and only to mention lying for the time being, there is no logic in this matter.

Being able to use this formation itself represents Cargio's absolute loyalty, so there is no need for him to lie. So he's not lying, but how the hell did he know the name? And also said the key words

"You said he's back?" Robert Killeman asked softly.

"Yes, my lord, from the mouth of Yago Sevitalyon. Actually, I saw the instructor himself. ”

"You see him?!" Killiman suddenly became excited.

He even rose from behind his desk at this moment, and the two Chang Shengjun who were on guard behind him glanced at each other, and saw each other's worries through the Eagle Helmet. And their primordial bodies didn't care about it, their eyes shining like the light of a furnace.

"Yes, I saw it. One meter ninety-three, male, mortal, has not undergone any transformation. ”

Kiliman frowned sharply.

"Say it again."

"He is one meter ninety-three tall, he is a male mortal, and he has not been transformed in any way, the original body."

"Are you sure Yago Sevitaleon calls him an instructor?"

"Yes, the original."

Let your think tank maintain the ceremony, Kargio. I want you to bring Yago Sevitaleone and Carlil Lohals to the ceremonial arena and then transform the ritual into a video projection. At the same time, I want you to be vigilant and ready for battle at any time. ”

"Primordial?"

"Do it." Kiliman said categorically.

He stepped out of his desk and into the circle. Marianne the Starwhisperer opened her eyes in psionic light and looked at her lord.

Robert Killiman's majestic figure was extremely tall, but his face was almost inhuman against the white light escaping from his eyes. The sound of war drums sounded in his chest, and his hands at his sides glowed slightly.

The temperature in the room began to rise at this point, and Marianne was almost out of breath. She even had to send a psionic signal to ask Killiman to calm down a bit.

The changes in the Lord of Maculag have long been no secret to the people on this ship, in fact, even Kiliman himself does not care much about it, and he even named a subgroup of Ultramarines after this secret.

"I'm sorry, Marianne."

Killiman took a deep breath and put his hands behind his back. The temperature began to drop, and the heavy voice in his chest began to lighten, except for the light in those eyes.

Marianne bowed her head respectfully, expressing her gratitude, and at the same time, she also noticed some subtle change coming from the other end of the formation. Psionic signals came from the other world, and she captured, solved, and translated.

After this series of complicated processes was over, the circle began to shine brightly, and the surroundings suddenly became dark, and it was almost impossible to reach out to five fingers.

Robert Killman, on the other hand, walked proudly with his head held high. Marianne's figure loomed in front of him, and for 10,000 years her ancestors had shown him the way, so he was not worried.

Then, at the end of this darkness, he stepped into another circle. He saw Hectus Calgio, the thinkers of the sons of Cous, and the real Yago Sevitarion, and a man in a black robe.

"Sevita." He nodded to Nightblade, his eyes fixed on the hooded man.

"Who is this?"

"Don't you know him? Or did you forget about him? Sevita asked, pretending to be surprised.

"I'm never going to forget him, but I remember that guy was even taller than I was—so, who the hell are you?" Kiriman asked majestically.

At this moment, his brows were furrowed, and his god-like handsome face became more and more cold under the premature gray hair, and he looked almost like the blonde-haired son of Maculag ten thousand years ago

In response, the subject of his questioning slowly removed his hood.

"Don't come unharmed, Robert." The man spoke gently. "It's a pleasure to see you again, my arrival is a bit abrupt, and I hope it won't cause any trouble for Captain Kargio and you."

Robert Killeman was stunned.

"You?"

"It's just a rejuvenation, my lord." Sevita chuckled from the sidelines. He got two slants, one from Carlil and the other from Robert Killiman.

Killiman sighed.

Unbelievable, incomprehensible.

He wanted to ask Sevita to explain to him, but he didn't know how to speak. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

Reason and emotion intertwined, making the already deep wrinkles between the genetic's eyebrows even more severe, but it also urged him to finally make up his mind after a few seconds of silence.

"Is it really you?"

"It's me." Carlil said. "I know that my current image is a little different from your impression, but I was like that when I first started, didn't Conrad never tell you about the past?"

"Of course he did, but he never said you—" Killiman was stunned as he spoke.

He was reminded of a meeting 10,000 years ago, in which Ferus Manus, Vogrim, Roger Dorn, and Lorre Aurelian had all told of their visit to Nostramo with the Emperor.

Killiman was also there, and he wanted to hear the story, but was annoyed enough by Ruth's side. The endless Fenris were busy pulling him to drink, annoying him.

In retrospect, it seems that of the stories told by those four men, Carlil Lohals all seemed to be.

Kiriman suddenly smiled wryly.

He had realized that he had made a mistake, and that mistake was called preconceived. Of course, it can also be said that he has fallen into the trap of biased cognition, but how can he really connect that person with the person in front of him now?

The former was as tall as Vulcan, and walked with a murderous coldness. He can defeat Genoplasma with his bare hands, and that's even a small part of his record.

The latter, however, was only tall among mortals, and was dressed in a black robe, but he was as thin as skin and bones, and the skin on his face was tightly attached to his cheekbones, and his cheeks were sunken, as if he had not eaten a serious meal in a long time.

Such an extreme contrast.

"-Okay." Kiriman took another deep breath. "But you. . . How did you get back? ”

I'm still looking for the answer to this question. The only thing that is certain at the moment is that my return is inseparable from those fragments. ”

"And teleportation." Sevita added with a smile. "Ah, by the way, my lord, we arrived at Cowes through the portal cast by the instructor himself."

"Sevita, you seem to have gone too far today." Kiriman looked at him and said. "Is it because Carlil is back?"

"Is there one?" Sevita asked with a smile undiminished.

"Yes, and it's obvious. But it seems to me that what you're doing is more like trying to complain to me. Well, I'll send someone to fetch him to the Glory of Macurag, and you'll go back to Nostramo first, how about it?" I can lend you a boat."

"Your Excellency."

"Huh?"

"You've changed." Sevita said seriously. "How can you learn from us?"

Robert Killiman laughed dumbly, and his laughter was restrained at first. However, when he saw Carlil, the smile turned into a laugh. Clean, pure, containing simple happiness and pleasure, without the slightest impurity.

He walked towards his friend, his brother's adoptive father. Even though it's only a projection at the moment, he wants to shake his hand.

"Welcome back." The Lord of Maculag said from the bottom of his heart. "It's been too long, Carlil."

"yes, I know." Carlil tilted his head and replied.

Of course he knew.

(End of chapter)