Chapter 545 Intermission: The Band of Doom (Part 2)

"So, do we really not need to worry about Conrad?"

[No rush, let this kid soak in the resurrection pool for a while. 】

"He really needs to be resurrected if he stays submerged in that bathtub filled with promethium for a while!"

Since his birth, the Crow King has never felt that his tone has been so urgent. He can feel the paleness of his face and the beads of sweat on his forehead, just like he can also clearly hear the loud mouthfuls of promethium. It was like pouring into Conrad's lungs.

But, then again.

Why didn't Conrad's lungs sound like they were reacting badly?

Corax was stunned for a moment.

For a moment, he was genuinely curious about this question, and even his original nervousness was washed away in an instant: and as reason returned to his mind, Corax After hesitatingly scanning the surroundings, he realized that among the few people present, except for him, none of them seemed to be in a panic.

Even Conrad looked calmer than him: calm and motionless.

"First time?"

Taking advantage of this time, the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds walked up to his new brother and asked with a calm expression. Unsurprisingly, he received a dull nod from Corax: The Crow King turned his head sideways and discovered that Kili Man looked like someone who had been there before.

"Don't worry, do it again and you'll get used to it: just like me."

"..."

So this is still a permanent project?

The Crow King did not speak, but the shock in his pupils was clearly seen by Guilliman: the Lord of Macragge smiled at this, although his smile seemed too deliberate to Corax, as if he was giving a speech. The solemnity required, not the true expression of affection between brothers.

But despite this, Corax was still able to accept the kindness from his blood relatives, and a painful smile appeared on his face: the smile was sincere, but also very difficult. Guilliman suspected that it was because of the influence of his life behind bars in the past.

So, instead of clinging to his current success, he took the lead in reaching out his hand.

"Although it is not a satisfactory formal occasion, brother, but..."

"Robert Guilliman."

"Corvas-Corax."

The Crow King only hesitated for a moment before holding his brother's hand. As he held it tightly, Corax not only felt Guilliman's enthusiasm and kindness, but also felt something more subtle: Macragge. The Lord's wrists were carefully protected by a ring of wrist armor surrounded by gorgeous gem carvings. When Corax's fingers brushed over these fancy decorations, he didn't even need to look at them to appreciate them. See the exaggeration and dullness of these gorgeous things.

This unseemly little detail made the Crow King smile in his heart. Guilliman's bad taste made him seem extra real, and made Corax convinced that his brother was definitely not as humble as he seemed on the outside: he was There is a certain kind of arrogance hidden in the heart, and this kind of arrogance, or arrogance, often carries violent emotions like instinct.

Corax hoped he was wrong.

"You don't seem surprised by any of this, Guilliman?"

"Yeah, I'm more calm than I thought."

Guilliman snorted, and he saw his brother blinking at him: After the simple greetings, the Crow King adjusted his posture and stood out from the shadows completely, although his face was still pale and expressionless. , but the Macraggeans could still feel that the gap between him and his brothers had weakened a lot.

This made Guilliman relieved, and he felt grateful to Conrad for no reason.

After all, on the way here, he had been thinking hard about how to open the topic with Corax, and in the end, he did not think of any reassuring idea: but who would have thought that just stepping into this room, his midnight Brother Ghost climbed up the pole and shoved such an explosive topic in front of him.

Seeing Morgan and Conrad performing a full martial arts show with passion less than five meters away from them, the remaining two Primarchs no longer had to worry about what they should talk about: the thought of midnight Guilliman couldn't help but sing in his heart for the sacrifice the ghost had made for this.

That's great, Conrad.

In his heart, the Macraggean burst into tears of rare gratitude.

"To be honest, when I first witnessed Morgan's punishment of Conrad, I was no less surprised than you, Brother Corax: At that time, I was even punishing Conrad because of certain things. De is full of anger."

"But within five seconds of Morgan taking action, all the anger in my chest was scared away by her."

"Like now?"

"of course not."

Guilliman smiled.

"She was much more vicious back then: somewhere between Jonson and Sanguinius."

"Jonson is a bastard, and the Archangel has the softest heart among our brothers."

"As for Morgan, in fact, I have never really understood her thinking until today."

Guilliman shook his head. His smile seemed a little heavy to the Crow King, but it was not bitter.

"I will never forget that scene. Even the bloodiest and darkest interrogation room in Macragge cannot be more impressive: that kind of memory even made me misunderstand Morgan for a time, and when I met Morgan and After spending more time with Conrad, I realized that it was really just a misunderstanding.”

"In our eyes, this is terrible."

"In their eyes, this is just the way they get along with each other every day."

"..."

The Raven King did not speak.

Following Guilliman's explanation, Corax looked in Morgan's direction again: the mess on the floor and the dents scattered on the wall told of a short and fierce fight, and the result of this fight was vividly displayed in the deepest part of the private bathroom.

At this time, a certain Lord of Avalon was rolling up his sleeves, kneeling on one knee on the ground, gnashing his teeth and pressing her black-haired blood relative into the bathtub. The promethium rubbed against her exposed skin and made a harsh sound. The low curse and the flickering light that was knocked to the ground reminded Corax of the horror murder movies he had watched with Conrad.

No wonder Conrad is so familiar with the routines in those movies, and even complains about the poor acting skills of those actors, and the death scenes that should be thrilling are not realistic at all: Corax originally thought that Conrad was just picky.

Looking at the Lord of Avalon again, the originally pretty face has already revealed a fierce look, and the tightly clenched teeth made a creaking sound. The hair was messy, the temples were wet, and the arm that was rolled up and pressed tightly against Conrad's head was even more taut with muscle lines that even Corax was amazed at.

That arm looked like it could easily crush his head.

The Raven King touched his neck and really understood what Guilliman had just said.

Some of his [gentle and elegant] filters about Morgan seemed to be breaking.

"You mean: they have always been like this?"

"Anyway, only when Conrad was present did I see an Avalonian so true to his nature: such a Morgan is surprising and a little uncomfortable, but if you think about it carefully, it's not bad. What's more, it's hard to say that this is an abnormal behavior."

Guilliman smiled.

"Maybe it's because of the different positioning. Mothers and sisters are always different."

"For us, a Morgan as a sister or guide is enough, but for Conrad, he may want a mother more: our Avalon blood obviously satisfies his idea."

"A mother who can press his head into the promethium pool?"

"This..."

The Macragge hesitated.

"As the old saying goes: A mother is strong."

"Brother Corax, anyone with a little common sense knows that the role of a mother is inherently majestic: even my Lady Euden, although she is the most gentle person in the galaxy, when I was young and did something wrong, she would show her majesty in time to ensure that I would learn enough lessons from my mistakes."

Guilliman raised a hand, and when he began to speak at length, an unconcealable complacency was revealed in his gestures. His eyes naturally passed Corax and immersed in his own kingdom of logic.

"I think you should also understand this simple truth about mothers, brother, after all, you are on Redemption Star...ah!"

It was not until this time that Macragge realized that he had made some mistakes, but he just smiled apologetically.

"Sorry, brother, I forgot about your question."

"...It's okay."

The Raven King was still expressionless.

"Do you always like to tell others your opinions, Guilliman?"

"When I think they need it."

"..."

The Raven King experienced a moment of annoyance. He could see the colors of humility and pride flashing across Guilliman's face. The Archon of Macragge obviously realized that he had said something wrong, but he was obviously not very good at apologizing: not that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't.

Fortunately, Corax didn't care about these little things. His attention was soon attracted by the noise in the bathroom: Morgan was much more skilled than he thought. Just three seconds before the Raven King thought his Midnight Ghost brother was really going to drown, the Lord of Avalon loosened her fingers with a lack of interest, and the dark shadow jumped out of the promethium pool in the blink of an eye.

Then, as if to prove Morgan's leniency, the claws of the Midnight Ghost just [inadvertently] scratched, and three bloody marks were broken on Morgan's exposed arm: The Spider Queen frowned, but she was not too angry. She just relied on the inertia when she stood up, shifted her center of gravity backward, raised her other leg, and kicked Conrad, who was flying in the air, into the promethium pool again.

"Relax, it's a small scene."

This time, the Raven King didn't even need to ask questions, Guilliman patted him on the shoulder.

"It looks like they have made enough trouble."

"But, Conrad was just thrown into the promethium pool."

"Last time they used 100% pure plasma acid."

Guilliman sneered.

"Can you imagine the scene when I saw Conrad jump out of a pool of plasma and land on Morgan's desk? There was even a joint announcement that Morgan and I had not finished approving on the desk."

"On that day, I was convinced that our Primarch really had three hearts."

"..."

The Raven King did not speak.

He just watched quietly as Conrad did exactly what Guilliman said. Without even a second, he happily climbed out of the pool full of promethium, without forgetting to bend down. , and asked Morgan to wipe his hair clean with a towel, completely missing the scene when the two people performed a full martial arts show a minute ago.

"It seems like our big family is a little more complicated than I thought."

"...Tsk, maybe."

Guilliman responded.

"By the way, what were you doing originally? Before I could hear clearly, I was interrupted by that guy Conrad."

"Practice singing."

Crow King's face twitched: Until now, he didn't think this was such a reliable idea.

"Conrad is going to help me choose a regimental song: one that I can best sing."

"Can you sing?"

"This is where the problem lies."

"And you, Guilliman."

"When I was young, I had several years of vocal training. It was very early, so early that I don't even remember it clearly: but I remember that I didn't have long training, and the course was canceled for no reason. ”

The Macragge rubbed his chin. .

"To this day, I still don't know why that class was cancelled."

"……so……"

"Can you sing?"

——————

【Less likely. 】

[And I haven’t tried it either. 】

The Lord of Avalon crossed her legs and sat in the seat that originally belonged to Conrad. She looked at the three blood brothers surrounding her with some curiosity, just as these three people also looked at her with curiosity: This look at each other lasted for a few seconds, until Morgan asked with a sneer.

【how? 】

【Do I have to be able to sing? 】

"That's not what I meant."

Guilliman scratched his head.

"It's just... a little hard for us to understand."

"yes."

Conrad, who was standing behind Morgan and leaning on the back of the chair with his hands, responded.

"After all, you have a fine voice, my dear sister. Of all your brothers, perhaps only Fulgrim and Sanguinius have the same voice: your voice is perfect for singing those shepherds." Women's ballads, banquet tunes, and even choir songs in any sacred church."

[But it’s not suitable for public speaking, right? 】

Morgan gave Conrad a look.

[I know what you want to say, but unfortunately, although I have a voice that you think can be both sweet and cool, I really haven’t sung much: I’ve only hummed a few verses when I’m in a good mood. Little song. 】

"Just like me."

The Midnight Haunter shook his thin face triumphantly.

"Perhaps you can sing well, my dear sister?"

[That’s of no use to me either. 】

Morgan retorted sharply, but still had a smile on his face.

"Besides, Conrad: why don't you go help Corax choose the songs?"

"Difficult to reach."

The Night Lord shrugged his shoulders.

"Corax and I have always had somewhat conflicting tastes, and there's no better person to choose than me: our brother from Ultramar is still very enthusiastic, and I don't think he will let anyone express his opinion. Chance."

Following Conrad's guidance, Morgan looked at Corax and Guilliman who were already gathered together: the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds was holding the preliminarily selected playlist tightly, with a frown on his face. , as if formulating new development plans for his Macragge.

【That's true. 】

Morgan slumped in his chair.

[It looks like the two of them are going to be discussing there for a while, so what are we going to do now, Conrad? Do you want to talk to me about something serious? 】

"..."

Midnight Ghost's brows jumped.

Past experience told him that once his blood relative came to talk to him under the guise of "talking about business", he was probably going to give him a lot of thankless work, and it would happen that there would be a little midnight ghost along with it. An irresistible offer: I don’t know who Morgan learned this tricky trick from.

Conrad blinked.

After finally having this time to relax, Midnight Ghost didn't want to waste his vacation on anything serious: so, the Lord of North's End rolled his eyes twice, and quickly came up with the idea. A relatively perfect response.

Well, let's suffer a little more Sevita.

He will bear the guilt of conscience.

Conrad laughed.

"It's okay to talk about business, but before that, shouldn't we also make some corresponding preparations: It's so late, and since we need to use our brains, why not order some midnight snacks first? What do you think?"

With that said, Midnight Ghost waved his communicator in front of Morgan's eyes.

"My Sevita should happen to be free."

【Um……】

The Spider Queen hesitated for a moment, her eyes fixed on the communicator, as if she could see the late-night dinner coming, but she also pursed her mouth and frowned, looking like she was thinking carefully. What: But Conrad knew very well that his sister was just pretending to be thoughtful.

[But we have to discuss...]

"It is said that the [Ancient Glory Restaurant] on the battleship, which specializes in Terra cuisine, has recently launched a set of Anatolian-style sweet dishes: tres leches cake, rice pudding, snow-white angel cake, pavlova Fruit tarts, and top-notch baklava called baklava, served with limoncello.”

"Look at the time, this restaurant should be closing soon, sister?"

【……】

[Let’s take a moment: It’s always difficult to show wisdom when your stomach is empty. 】

"Best regards, sir."

I saw the Lord of Avalon's Adam's apple rolling up and down. She turned her head away, hummed softly, and then inadvertently gave the order: After receiving a positive reply, the Midnight Ghost retreated back like a successful traitor, hiding in the shadows. , congratulating himself on his great wisdom, and then sent a message to a certain top grudge on the other end of the phone.

——————

"Sai, are you there?"

"...I'm here, father."

"Why is it so noisy over there?"

Conrad raised a brow.

"Ah, I'm on the lower deck."

Sevatar's voice was lost in the mass of human cubs.

"Bottom deck? What are you doing there?"

"It's like this. A friend of mine in Dawnbreaker used to come to the kindergarten on the bottom deck regularly to work as a volunteer. However, he happened to be on a business trip recently, so he asked me to help him with his work: I will put these little ones right away. The children are all tucked into their beds. Please give me any orders, father."

"..."

Conrad did not speak immediately. He crouched in the corner and was silent for a moment. He tried his best to squeeze out the not very rich imagination in his mind and imagined a picture of a fully armed Sevita, covered with crawlers. Pictures of various human cubs.

Well...damn...

He couldn't figure it out.

Conrad shook his head and finally decided to change his mind.

Sevatar in full armor: but covered in the skins of human cubs.

Well...that's quite simple.

Conrad laughed dryly.

"Old rules, Sai."

"You mean late night snack?"

"Yes, let's buy some sweets today: go to the Old Glory restaurant and buy more."

"How many more boxes should I buy?"

"No……"

Konrad raised his head and glanced at the scene in the room, including himself, Corax and Guilliman, and the Morgan who tied the three of them together: rounded up, it was ten thousand Leman Ruins. Si.

"Buy more."

"?"

"What's wrong? Are you having trouble?"

"It's not that difficult: just, have you forgotten something?"

Sevatar licked her lips.

"It costs money to buy this late-night snack."

"Are you saying that I haven't paid you a late-night snack subsidy for a while?"

"You never sent it to me, father."

Midnight Ghost could actually feel some resentment in Sevatar's voice.

"Well……"

"Can't you convince those who cook to pay cash on delivery?"

"If I remember correctly, the Ancient Glory Restaurant and the Green Hell Restaurant opened by the Catachan people are brothers. Father: I don't have the confidence to convince those Catachan lunatics... Damn it! Valkia! Don't bite that one Turtle! Put down the remaining half!"

"Then go and borrow money."

Conrad didn't care.

"Look for the guy who is the richest in your memory and the most likely to lend you money. Go and borrow money. Don't bother me with such trivial matters. Sai, I want to discuss some very important things: you can't find a Rich little girl, then let him spend a lot of money on you.”

"Why little girl."

"You're good at this."

"...Understood, father."

Savitar wisely dropped the subject.

"So, can you tell me how much midnight snacks I will buy this time?"

"Wait a moment."

Conrad put down the communicator and moved closer to his blood relative.

"Morgan."

【Um? 】

"Are you...very hungry tonight?"

【Not very hungry. 】

The Lord of Avalon licked his lips.

[But I do have an appetite. 】

"That's it."

Conrad drew back.

"Sai."

"I'm here, Father."

"You should first familiarize yourself with the bankruptcy process."

"...???"

——————

"So, have they been elected?"

Conrad slipped back to Morgan's side after a minute. At this time, the Lord of Avalon was holding something that looked very familiar in his palm. It was the gramophone that Corax had half-assembled before. , but within Morgan’s five fingers, this exquisite gadget was assembled almost instantly.

[Already entered the finals. 】

The primarch raised his chin.

[Guilliman is auditioning the contestants he selected one by one. 】

"Is it?"

Conrad raised his head just enough to hear Guilliman singing.

Solemn, majestic, solemn...

Like Rogge Dorn.

"..."

The Midnight Ghost hesitated for a moment, and his eyes inadvertently glanced at the phonograph in Morgan's hand. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, his narrow eyes shone like shooting stars, and then there was a heart-breaking sound. Stop smiling cheerfully.

"Hey! Guilliman!"

To everyone's surprise, Conrad's voice was surprisingly loud.

"What's wrong?"

The Macragge turned his head.

"I suddenly remembered it."

Seeing Morgan not paying attention, Midnight Ghost took out the phonograph directly.

"There should be songs that suit your taste in my phonograph: a song from the ancient times of Terra, which is said to be closely related to the great ancient Roman Empire and witnessed the life of the empire, brother."

"Really!"

Guilliman's eyes lit up instantly, and he came over excitedly.

"Conrad, my brother: I didn't expect you to have Roman music here?"

"Of course: it is said to be the most powerful dynasty in the Roman Empire."

"Do you want me to play it for you?"

This sentence was said to both Guilliman and Corax in the distance. After seeing that neither of them had any objections, Conrad swaggered and turned on his phonograph: The Macragge had specially moved a chair over and came close to listen to the Roman music that interested him very much.

"Would you like to sing along, Guilliman?"

"Why not?"

It was the first time that Conrad saw such a frank smile on Guilliman's face.

Sitting in the back, Morgan had already tasted that something was wrong, but she didn't say anything: after all, the Lord of Avalon was also very interested in what Conrad called the Roman Empire music.

So...

#Silence#

The phonograph began to sing.

"Ding! Ding! Dong!"

"Ding! Ding! Dong!"

[...]

[Are you sure this is Roman? ]

Morgan had already frowned as Guilliman danced excitedly.

"Of course!"

And as Conrad grinned, a powerful music exploded in everyone's ears.

——————

Yelkenler Dikilecek, Yelkenler Biilecek.

(Sails rise, sails fall)

Dalardanektirilen, Kalyonlarekilecek.

(Warships walking on dry land will pass through the mountains)

Elde Sensin, Dilde Sen,

(In your hands, in your language)

Gnüldesin Batasn.

(In your heart, in your mind)

Fatih'instanbul'u Fethetii Yatasn.

(You are at the age when conquerors conquered Constantinople)

……

[……]

[Which Rome are you! ]