At least someone should glare at the utterer of the wild talk. In Killman's convoy, it was supposed to be like this, but no one, not even Robert Killeman himself, had time to react to this in time.

The existence of a primordial body here, but the first recognition of the event itself is a shock to the spirit of all people. The original body is the emperor's most perfect creation, and the mere act of touching this superb work is enough to shake the viewer's heart. The victors may have thought that they had gradually become accustomed to this in the process of long-term contact with their genetic fathers, but at this moment they suddenly realized that there was also a difference between the original and the original body.

Robert Kiliman and Conrad Coetze, apparently very different.

If the former is a majestic statue of a god who walks down from a marble table, then the latter is a terrifying stone sculpture perched on the top of the Hongyu Tower, looking down. Conrad Coetzes sat behind a round table, his pale face supported by the rich, hideous carvings of his dark blue armor, and his dark eyes and long hair made him look like an eerie ghost. The gaze that is like scrutiny, like analysis, naturally exists in those eyes, like substance, so that everyone present feels a kind of instinctive fear and panic, but they have to admit that there is undoubtedly a sense of beauty in the image itself.

Most of Killman's bodyguards were stunned by this, but for him, the reasons were completely different. Although the last time they "met", everything was unpleasant, but Killiman did not forget what his crazy brother was really like.

- However, Coz doesn't look crazy at all now.

What the Midnight Lord's original body had left behind seemed to be not only the constant pain and hysterical madness, but also the bones of sinners that had been left on the armor as decoration. In short, he looked surprisingly neat and clean now, and Killiman couldn't help but wonder if someone else was pretending to be it.

But he's pretty sure it's not. Someone may be able to fake the appearance of an original body through various means, but the temperament and sense of oppression naturally exuded by the original body itself cannot be faked. Killiman was pretty sure that the person in front of him was Conrad Coetzes, even though his image had changed dramatically.

"You're not the same as you used to be." However, it was Coetz who said it first, "I remember the trial 10,000 years ago, when you three were so bright with blond hair that I couldn't even look up at you. If it were the honor you have now—"

A small tapping sound stopped him from continuing. It was only then that people noticed that in the seat next to him sat a mortal girl holding the Aquila Scepter. Her presence was almost completely swallowed up by Coetzes, but the courage was clearly absent - she was glaring at the mutinous original.

"Do you have to open a pot and mention it?" She was almost speaking in a breath voice, but the volume was clear enough for the Primordial and Astarte present.

Perhaps others present would have been surprised by this, but Killiman had already recognized her. Looking at it from a distance, Rika Fujimaru's size seems to be smaller than the effect captured in that video. The Guards may not have noticed it for a moment, but from Kiliman's slightly elevated angle, he could easily see that the reason why the girl was able to reach the large round table in the council chamber was because of the large stuff on the chair she was sitting on.

At this moment, Killiman had twenty-eight questions in his mind waiting to be asked, in no particular order, but he also warned himself that it was inappropriate to start a conversation like this. The imperial regent took a light breath unobtrusively, stepped forward slowly, and spoke with the hard shell of a politician who had no fluctuations:

"Coincidentally, I think so too. You're not the same as you used to be, Koz. He suppressed his anger, carefully controlling the sarcasm in his tone, trying to make it a purely objective assessment, "Maybe 10,000 years will be enough time for us to change a lot—can I sit down?" ”

Killiman didn't know how that last phrase came out. It was supposed to be a tense scene, at least that's what he thought, but as soon as the words that seemed to be asked when he went peacefully to his brother's house as a guest, he somehow felt that it seemed to fit the current atmosphere very well.

Coates amused for a moment as if he had heard a joke—the smile contained no sense of madness, but simply the sheer thought it was ridiculous—and then replied graciously: "Of course, of course, 'Imperial Regent', although this ship is neither yours nor under my jurisdiction, of course you can relax as if you were in your own home." ”

Another small knock sounded. Kiriman figured out this time that it was the sound of Rika Fujimaru poking Koz's legnails with a scepter under the table.

"Konrad Coetze, can you focus on the question of how do you get this conversation moving forward efficiently?"

Fujimaru Rika's words were still angry, but Coates obviously didn't show any "embarrassment", but said aloud with a straight face: "Then you are too demanding of me." If I didn't pounce on him and try to gouge out at least one of his hearts as soon as we met, you should have praised me for making such rapid progress. ”

This sparked some stress on the escort behind Kiliman, but the regent simply stopped his men. He walked over to the round table, pulled out the chair that was designed for him by its size, and sat down calmly in the opposite position from Coetzes himself, before he looked his brother in the eye and said, "I notice that you are in a much better state of mind than before. ”

"Maybe so." Coetzes was noncommittal, and apparently didn't want to say much about it, "I noticed that you have a very imposing escort. What's it called? Victorious army? How enviable. If you can get my Black Guard back in time, then maybe there will be some counterpart on the other side of them now, so they won't feel alone. ”

"If Yago Sevitaleone hadn't been so fond of adding fuel to his testimony, perhaps he would have come back a long time ago."

"How can you blame him for such a trifle? Sai just loves to talk to people. ”

Killiman realized that the topic was being taken away by the other party, but his anger made him unable to help but dwell on: "All I need to know is the facts—"

"Bell—"

This time it was the sound of the Aquila part of the scepter slamming against Coetze's shoulder armor. The sound of the collision between the Adamantite and the Adamantite was familiar to all those present, and they knew that this gentle bump would not have any effect on the artifact itself, but given that the two that collided were the Aquila Scepter and the shoulder armor of the Renegade Primordial, and the scepter itself was held in the hand of a seemingly non-threatening mortal girl, the sight still made people's hearts hang for a while.

“…… Well, my little warden is. Surprisingly, Coetzes was really discouraged by a blow that he probably didn't feel himself. The pale ghost leaned comfortably back in the chair behind him, and raised his hand in the direction of the entire round table to make a "please" gesture: "I know that this occasion is not for a traitor like me, and that the 'Emperor's last loyal heir' should allocate his working time to those matters that are more beneficial to the Empire." So, please. Whatever you want to ask, I try to know as much as I can. ”

Killiman sat up in his chair with his face as tense as he could. But he couldn't help but feel that the mask of a politician on his face was about to be completely shattered by this too fantastical scene.

Mi (none).

Water day, leopard sleeps ......

(End of chapter)