Chapter 536 The Brother Who Sleeps on My Upper Bunk

"Corax, are you asleep?"

When Midnight Haunter opened his eyes and asked on the bunk bed he had finally found, he immediately got a response from his blood brother.

From the bed above him, first came the rustle of hair brushing against the pillow, and then the slight friction when turning over: although Corax's whereabouts have always been like a shadow. But even if it is really a shadow, if it sleeps on the upper bunk, it will definitely make a lot of annoying noises.

"Not yet, what's wrong?"

The voice of the Primarch reached Conrad's ears a second later: extremely awake.

"It's okay, I just can't sleep a little: I think you should be the same."

Midnight Haunter yawned, he glanced at the gargoyle alarm clock next to him, the pointer just passed ten o'clock in the evening, for the former Conrad. This number marked that his colorful nightlife had just begun.

But today was different. In order to make things happen as soon as possible and turn Corax's dormitory into a shared dormitory for him and Corax, Midnight Haunter went to bed early, even ignoring his favorite midnight snack time. The price, of course, was to lie dead in this dim room with his brothers and sisters.

"... Indeed."

Corax hesitated for a moment.

"So, do you have any good ideas, brother Conrad?"

"Well, let me think about it..."

Conrad's eyes looked around: thanks to his little niece's daily care, this room was not much different from when Midnight Haunter left more than ten years ago, and many items were placed in convenient positions.

"Ah! Got it!"

Conrad laughed.

"Corax: Do you want to play with the gang?"

"... What?"

This time, Corax's voice revealed a sense of confusion.

"What is playing with the gang? Do you mean we go to work at night together?"

Conrad narrowed his eyes.

"Put aside your hardworking and simple perspective of a worker, my dear worker brother. On this ship, the Queen of Glory, you are a heinous rentier class: at this time, no matter where our two Primarchs go, they will only cause trouble for those mortals on duty."

"...Yes!"

Corax suddenly realized, and he turned over in his bed: Conrad heard the sound clearly, he could hear Corax propping up his upper body, his head forward, close to the edge of the bed, and he could also hear the waves caused by his sincere admiration in the air.

"You are so thoughtful, my brother Conrad: you are really a kind-hearted person."

"...Hiss...Thank you..."

Conrad grinned and squeezed out a dry response, feeling particularly unhappy in his heart: although it was indeed a thing that made Conrad feel secretly happy to hear Corax, the jealous guy, personally praise him, but the content of this praise made him feel a little mixed.

Well, it's like a slightly sour apple peach: delicious, but always tastes weird.

"So, Conrad, what do you mean by playing with people?"

Corax certainly didn't notice the ups and downs in his brother's heart. The Raven King just sat up and waited for Conrad's reply: he really needed something to divert his distracting thoughts.

It's a long story...

For Corax, after spending more than ten hours being led by Conrad to visit the entire [Aurora], and then having free time for a few hours, this Primarch, who was born with a meticulous mind, naturally had a conclusion in his heart.

Corax already understood: Compared with most of the territories in this so-called [Human Empire], or even the Holy Terra under the rule of the Lord of Mankind, this Far East land protected by his Avalon bloodline can indeed be called a relatively [paradise].

Although many shortcomings and filth of Avalon are still visible to the naked eye, compared with other imperial worlds, it is still so perfect that Corax has nothing to say: even the filth is milder than the filth in other places, and relatively more harmless.

He can naturally tell the difference.

After all, after nineteen months of learning journey beside the Emperor, the Corax on the Redemption Star in the past has gone away, leaving behind only a more realistic and more worried Primarch: compared with the beginning, the threshold in the heart of the Raven King has been greatly increased, and the bottom line of the Primarch for certain chaos has also increased a lot.

If it was in the past, some [game rules] of the Far Eastern Frontier would be enough to make Corax frown and keep a distance from his Avalon blood relative from then on, but now, after comparing what he saw and heard along the way, Corax had to admit: Although some of Morgan's actions still made him dislike, from a general perspective, the Far Eastern Frontier is still his best learning object.

Yes: he compromised.

He chose to accept the imperfections of Morgan, and even planned to study and learn these imperfections in detail: he believed that there must be inherent reasons and merits in these imperfections.

Although... they still made him sick.

"...Alas..."

The original body sighed and rubbed his forehead with some depression. He only felt that he had mixed feelings in his heart: the Far Eastern Frontier felt to him like a rotten potato, and to him, there was a weak inner meaning. Toxins and uncertainties, but overall, it can still be used to satisfy his hunger, and it is still a priceless treasure for a hungry person like him.

only……

The Crow King covered his forehead, feeling that the original calmness in his heart was gradually losing. This inevitably made him a little bored, and he was even unwilling to face his heart: he needed something to divert his attention, instead of being in front of him. Whipping myself in this silence, maybe Conrad's suggestion would be a good idea?

Corax turned his head sideways, and he saw his brother getting out of bed, digging into the pile of debris in the corner of the room, and after a few minutes, he took out two Corax from inside. Unseen things: Conrad returned to the bedside, threw it upward, and the Crow King caught the thing in his palm.

"What's this?"

he asked.

"VR, or simulator, is a wonderful gadget."

Conrad sat on the bed and began to fiddle with the precious thing in his hand according to the vague memory in his mind. He slightly forgot how to open the thing, but he did not dare to go too far: after all, this is also If the work that Morgan personally researched was really broken, the head guard would have to do a kamikaze attack with him if he couldn't protect it.

"This thing was passed from Macragge. To be more specific, it was a gift given to Morgan by our brother Guilliman: the Macragge recovered this lost thing during an expedition. The technological products of the era were then given to the mechanical priests to study and produce these small models: this thing originally occupied an area as large as a cabin. "

"Our Macragge brothers regarded these small simulators as gifts and sent them to each legion. But it is a pity that because of his good reputation, less than half of the blood brothers accepted them in the end. This gift: so he gave all that was returned to Morgan.”

"Morgan processed it again, and then this thing was in my hands."

"Did you ask her for it?"

"Well, not really: it starts with my perfect score on a certain final exam."

Conrad smiled. The past time is always nostalgic, but the simulator in his hand that cannot be opened is really sad: and just when he was struggling with whether to give up on himself or not, he knocked this thing against the wall. When I knocked, I heard another noise from the upper bunk.

Then, Corax's pale head came out, like a white radish growing out of the black earth. The original body's full head of black hair was combed back for easy management. Became a ponytail.

But these are not the point. The point is that Corax’s outstretched fingers are grabbing the simulator that Conrad threw to him. It has been turned on: the excited blue light and the floating startup symbol are in the dark. A square inch of light exploded in the room, shining on Conrad's face, making the look of the midnight ghost look extremely...

Wonderful.

"How...how did you do it?"

"I just pressed it twice based on my feeling and the instinct in my mind, and it opened."

Corax answered honestly, but Conrad only felt a tightness in his chest and shortness of breath.

Midnight Ghost looked at the simulator that had been started, and it turned out that the one in his hand seemed to be broken. He once again felt that he seemed to be in some fields related to [IQ] or [talent]. , was severely crushed by his dear brother: Although he had long accepted the fact that he was not smart among the original bodies, being hit by this little crow in front of him really made Konrad a little bit nervous. Incompetent rage.

Why didn't his radiant genetic father design him to be such a bastard who was born with knowledge? ! !

Conrad roared in his heart. Although there was still a smile on his face, the movements of his hands became more and more rough: until Corax stretched out his finger and pointed at a button.

"You should press here, bro."

"……I know!"

The tone of the clenched teeth was inevitably vicious, which made the sensitive Corax raise his eyebrows: So, the little white carrot who had just poked his head out of the black earth, in the midst of the mania of his blood brother, Then he retreated silently.

Corax lay back on the bed, playing with the novel object in his hand: This simulator given to Conrad by Morgan was full of educational and entertaining game programs, and some of the paintings looked bloody and weird. , presumably added later by Conrad himself.

"Which one are we going to pick, bro?"

The original body asked, and Conrad's answer was obviously delayed: he had just opened the damn simulator, and there was already some self-destruction in his voice.

"Let me look for it..."

"Ah, third from the left."

"The third……"

Corax whispered the name.

“The Burning Galaxy: Is This It?”

"That's right."

The Crow King could hear a stirring sound coming from the bed beneath him, as if Conrad was looking for a comfortable position. Under the guidance of his blood brother, Corax put the simulator on his head. , the illusory world made him a little uncomfortable, but the Primarch quickly mastered the techniques.

"Is this a game, brother?"

"Yes, it's a game program I developed when I was bored."

Conrad's voice was full of pride, as if he was deliberately showing off.

"In simple terms, you can understand this game as a fighting simulator, but when I designed the fighting objects, I [slightly] referred to our brothers: It's just right, you can also get to know them by the way, are you ready to enter the connection? Corax?"

"Ready."

The Raven King leaned against the wall, and he could sense that Conrad was in the same posture.

"Which one should we choose first?"

"Well, choose an easy one first."

Midnight Ghost pondered for a while.

"See that ostentatious golden lion head? Let's choose that one: I have the most experience fighting this Caliban bastard, but it's just right, I'll take you with me this time, I'll find the feel, you adapt to this game, and we'll try to pass it in one go."

"Okay... Which brother is this?"

"Ah..."

Corax heard Conrad's giggle on the lower bunk.

"That's a super jerk: a top loser who can make people like you hate him to the core, a talented social expert, and my most advantageous and damned competitor for the position of [Dawnbreaker Champion Swordsman]."

"..."

Did brother Conrad say that incredible thing again?

Corax blinked.

"You mean...Jonson?"

"Who else?"

Conrad smiled contemptuously.

"Jonson is not that bad, my father mentioned him to me, and he has a high opinion of our brother: he told me that Jonson is a trustworthy person, and if things are handed over to him, nothing will go wrong."

"..."

For some reason, although Corax thought he said this very seriously, Conrad couldn't help laughing after hearing it: first a subtle snicker, and then rolling around on the bed, which made the Crow King feel a little embarrassed.

Well...

He should not comment on his blood brothers in the future.

The Primarch made up his mind, and just as he was about to enter the game, he heard Midnight Ghost get out of bed again, walk straight to the communicator, and mutter something to the other end of the communicator.

"Hello, Sevatar, are you there..."

Conrad asked first, then communicated with the guy named Sevatar on the other end of the call, then turned around and looked at Corax with a smile on his face.

"Hey, Corax."

"What's the matter?"

"Midnight snack, what do you want to eat?"

"...Midnight snack?"

"Don't worry, I'll treat you."

Conrad patted his chest generously.

"My Sevatar is very rich."

"..."

The Raven King could hear a meaningless muttering on the other end of the communicator.

"Let me think..."

Corax didn't want to refuse the kindness of his blood brother, but he really couldn't think of what to eat: for him, gourmet food is a very vague concept, and he has never had the habit of eating midnight snacks.

"Then..."

"Braised ant beef with potatoes?"

The Raven King hesitated to speak, but his Nostramo brother seemed to have predicted what the Raven King wanted to say in advance: Looking at Conrad's determined smile, Corax could only nod in admiration.

"That's right..."

"And fried rice with corn: three servings are needed, right?"

"...How do you know, brother?"

Faced with Corax's inquiry, the Midnight Ghost just smiled mysteriously.

"Of course I know, for a guy like you, stewed potatoes with beef is a belief, even if it is ant beef, corn is just the right embellishment: I am your brother, Corax, how could I not understand your preferences? Even if I observe a little, I know what you like."

"...Is that so..."

Conrad's smile made Corax a little embarrassed.

"Then trouble you, brother Conrad."

"Still call me brother?"

The Midnight Lord shook the communicator.

"I paid for the meal anyway."

"...Ah..."

The Crow King coughed.

"Conrad...brother?"

"Well, that's more like it."

Midnight Ghost raised his neck.

For some reason, he seemed to enjoy this title very much.

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(Note: I came back late today, and there is no time left. I will write a transition chapter first to let me think about what to write next)