They lingered for a little more in the treasury in the middle of the labyrinth, and in Perturabo repeatedly and emphatically published his remarks about:

"I saved Roger Dorn because I didn't allow him to die without permission",

"Roger Donne's life can only be ended by my own hands in a head-to-head duel",

"I'm telling you, Roger Dorne's broken mouth has made him only worthy of my Iron Blood as a service robot to serve us, yes, sometimes he also has his share in the training machine, hehehe",

"I definitely didn't put him on the Iron Blood because I had the slightest expectation of brotherly affection",

"I told you so! It used to be! In the future, too! Roger Dorn is the only brother I hate! What? The sixteenth brother, you say? He doesn't even deserve to be hated by me! ”

- After this series of extremely classic speeches.

The three may each have been a little bit involved with someone, but technically not a person, and are now on their way back to the office.

Stepping out of the strange and magnificent door, inlaid with the moment when the stars were about to die, Lamizan found that the passage they had taken on their return seemed to be somewhat the same as when they had come, but also a little different.

When he uttered the question, Perturabo replied to him that this magical labyrinth was the only one that he could plan and build in its entirety of all their original forms.

As a result, there is not even a need for additional defenses, and there are not many traps, robots, or automatic artillery, because no one's brain can construct a specific route to the labyrinth from the various forms of geometric and counterintuitive mathematical architecture that are nested in the various forms of the maze, and certainly cannot reach the end of the maze at all, and the walls and lighting here appear to be uniformly deceptive without any features that would allow the trapped to mark them.

It's as if these featureless iron-gray walls and chemical lighting move randomly on their own after people walk through them.

"This labyrinth was originally designed by the Florentine people, and then we excavated these manuscripts during our archaeological expedition to the Holy Terra, and I have built and improved this labyrinth more than once on the basis of the manuscripts," the black and white shepherd dog still sat in the dreadnought of the defiant and carried himself forward on mechanical foot, "here is the third, and thanks to you, Ramizane, I can build him more calmly, so I can build it even more perfectly than the first two." ”

The person who was mentioned scratched his head and didn't quite understand, but the meaning of Peturabo's words wasn't misunderstood, so it's not a bad thing, right? Then it's fine.

"So there are two more such mazes? Where are they? ”

"Yes, there is a ...... I don't want to mention its ultimate fate now, and the other one I had built on the Void Ship at the request of the Eighth Legion, and it was the only unbounded labyrinth that wasn't built on earth. ”

"The Eighth Legion? The Eighth Legion, that's the Midnight Lord? ”

"Yes, I was invited to be a special ...... Prisoners, built that labyrinth. ”

Ramizane thought for a moment, and found it difficult to associate Peturabo with these terms, "I have a gut feeling that this prisoner must probably be one of your brothers," he looked at Petulabo suspiciously, "I don't know, but I always feel that it should be." ”

"Huh. By the way, don't you want to ask me why there are so many psionic thunderbolts in the walls without the need for defenses? ”

"Ah, yes, why is that?"

"Because it's a good way to put an end to the behavior of certain psionic races and psionic individuals who think they've been inspired by fate and come here to make trouble." The dog manipulated Dauntless and turned around, "Besides, I've seen it before the jump begins, stop punishing my conformist sons for the time being, they're not the ones to do business right now, come on, I've got a suitable candidate here, just drop by, and before I leave next time, I'll introduce him to you." ”

"Wait, it turns out that you actually put an administrative reserve on the Iron Blood? It's a godsend, and it's you, Perturabo! ”

"Nope." The black and white dog looked very eager to admit the compliment, but his strange pride as a primordial made him tell the truth, "It wasn't originally reserved as an administrator, but now that it's like this here, there's no need to hide it." ”

The labyrinth of unbounded steel suddenly opened up as they turned a few corners, and a horizontal corridor with no signs appeared in front of them, with rows of different doors.

Lamizan noticed that the door they had just passed through looked very ...... Very much in the exotic décor of the dwellings of the two psionic advisors in front and behind their ship, with a gold base, red agate, turquoise, and lapis lazuli inlaid in the shape of flowers, water birds, and various animals, and a flaming sun-wheel-like motif made of sunset lotus corundum, held up by a scarab with outstretched wings, and set in the desert pyramid in the center of the door.

"Is this it?" As he spoke, he reached out to pull open the doorknob, which seemed to be made of glittering ruby sapphires.

"Don't touch it. Also, it's not this door. Perturabo warned, "This is it. ”

In the monotonous gray labyrinth passage, even the lighting rays at the same angle danced in unison, as if for a moment there was some time like a black moth flapping its wings and flashing.

Ramizane blinked, and found herself standing in front of an antique stone-framed dome door.

The style of the door was reminiscent of the main doors of a chapel or a convent hall or a library, and the door with its double-opening panels was itself made of polished and transparent lacquered lumber, and the precious hardwoods were inlaid with other equally valuable but different colors to create delicate ornamental patterns and images.

The traces of the passage of time were faithfully preserved on the wooden door, and when Ramizane went to pull it, he noticed that the carved patterns on the enamel doorknob had been smoothed and blurred by countless uses.

"To be honest, it actually made me a little nervous because I felt like I smelled old books and moth-proof spices – oh!"

At dusk, the warm rays of Tyndall effect light slanted through the tall flowered windows carved into the interior, and the ancient chandeliers hung down from the ceiling, radiating a not-so-bright but soft orange light, and the high domed ceiling was painted with faded ancient firmaments and myths.

"There's such a big library here!" Lamizan was pleasantly surprised, "Pepe! That's great! You should have told me sooner! …… Wait, is that the admin here? ”

A mortal, an old mortal in a plain dark civil official robe, was sitting in what appeared to be the borrowing registry, the old man closed his eyes in the comfortable work chair behind a large long desk, apparently still reading, but now the ancient book had been bookmarked aside.

The years had left a deep mark on his face, and he had no intention of erasing it, like the library itself.

Wail!

Wow, it's really surprising because I'm a pure stupid newcomer, the author's level is not enough, and I can't send easter egg chapters, so I didn't go out of my way to catch up...... I thought that this month would not be able to reach the whole number, and the result was just after I was busy opening the page, looking at the number that was a few votes away, and I almost had an obsessive-compulsive attack (you)

Fortunately, there were immortal book friends who filled it for me soon! You guys are amazing!

(End of chapter)