Chapter 704 Interlude 85: Triumphal Ceremony (End)

Chapter 704 85. Interlude: Triumphal Ceremony (End)

To gaze upon Caryl Rohals is like to gaze upon darkness itself.

Scaradrick was not making a metaphor or rhetoric, he was thinking this sincerely. Moreover, before he really established this idea in his mind, he had thought about it at least ten thousand times.

He thought: Is this idea influenced by my blood? Does this idea come from the power I inherited?

It has been affecting me, making me bloodthirsty, violent and manic, and always thirsting for killing. It makes my thoughts always linger in the kind of coldness that people are afraid to talk about or even just imagine for a moment.

When I see children, I think of their abandoned bodies, when I see parents, I think of them sleeping back to back with hatred for each other, and when I see a knife, I immediately have the urge to kill with it - I am a monster, and this power has created this monster.

The more outstanding and powerful I am, the more achievements and glory I have, the more powerful it is. It is my root and the curse that I cannot escape from in my life.

But did it affect me in this matter?

Skaladrick finally came to the answer: No.

One word, two words, no. The capital bold words floated in his heart, in his mind, and finally appeared on his lips. He whispered two words in an imperceptible whisper - no, yes.

So the idea was established, and the real influence was born from this moment.

At this moment, he was standing in the Skyhawk shuttle of Khalil Rohals. The driver was politely asked to leave by Yago Sevitarion early in the morning, and there were only five of them here.

He, Yago Sevitarion, Hunter, Sheher Cold Soul, Kaiul Sahora.

He didn't know what the others were thinking, and he had no interest in prying into the secret thoughts in their hearts. Staring into the window of another's soul to pry out secrets is not the job of the Scarlet Claw. They only use knives to cut open the chest, dig out the heart, and then chew it up - and he can't use this method on his blood brothers.

Never, even if one day he is unfortunate enough to fall into the blood-red claws, he will cut his own neck before this happens, and then roll into the wasteland of bones to accept the rebuke and scolding of his predecessors, brothers, descendants and primarchs.

But not now.

Now, the only light left in his chaotic thoughts is whispering. It tells him to look at the man who is walking to the edge of the shuttle's wide-open door, so he looks.

He sees a face that is as pale as always, as pale as every Nostramo, as white as a swollen floating corpse or a translucent ghost of a drowned person. The pale blood vessels are clearly visible under the skin. He has blood, and they are flowing in his body.

But for some reason - maybe he forgot - this blood was not red, it was the color of the Styx, the color of the ashes in the wasteland, and the color of death.

Skaldrick shuddered, followed by pain and grief. He didn't understand where the hell these two came from, but, Eternal Night and its only king

He continued to look, he looked at those eyes, looked into them, connected with them, and saw what was floating in that heart at this moment.

It was gone, the madness that once filled it was gone, the things that were enough to make a battle-hardened chapter master roar with lingering fear in countless midnight dreams were gone.

There were no hands of destruction, bloody knives, screaming innocents and endless grievances overflowing from their corrupt bodies. There was no endless loneliness and darkness, no nothingness, pain, torture and the desire to die.

Instead, it was something that normal people in a normal world called "normal", that thing was called emotion.

Sharokin, the poet and chapter master of the 19th Legion Raven Guard, once said: There is no place to go, but it occupies my heart. Mourning, mourning, mourning, when will you return victorious?

If he doesn't mind, Scaradrick wants to use this poem for himself now. He wants to change it. He wants to change mourning to its antonym, and then cross out the part about returning victorious.

He wants to change this part to the damn star torch light blinding my eyes. He actually recovered--!

Even if Sharokin comes to kill him for this later, he will change it like this.

The Grand Prince laughed dully under his helmet, like a series of thunders accompanied by the chirping of cicadas on a summer afternoon.

It came suddenly and inexplicably, and there was no place to go, but it occupied every inch of space in the cabin, so the other four turned to look at him. The man outside the cabin was slightly startled, and then he actually grinned.

Very sincere, very.human.

"You all passed the stealth test."

He said, and at the same time raised his hand to pat the hand of a golden giant beside him, so that the man could put back the half-drawn sword. The decomposition field was on and off, making the faces or helmets of the children of the night flicker.

Yago Sevitarion immediately laughed wildly in a malicious tone, and the low voice echoed in the cabin, constantly colliding and gradually distorted.

"I said he was fine, but you bastards didn't believe it. Now look at what kind of disaster we have brought? Oh, I'm very sorry, my lord. I didn't welcome you, and I salute you here-"

He suddenly stood up, and the only captain of the Midnight Blade bowed deeply with his unique solemn exaggeration.

If Robert Guilliman was present, he would definitely retreat in a headache and let his captains deal with this number one troublemaker.

"——The great tribune La Endymion, is your sword still sharp? If it has become as rusty as your eyes, you can borrow my head to sharpen it."

Skaladrick instantly stopped smiling. He understood the implication of their elder brother and the strangeness of the presence of the imperial guards.

He stood up without saying a word, and ignoring the obstruction of Sheher Cold Soul, he pulled out a skinning knife from his belt.

It cut through the silence of the night with a slap, but the Scarlet Lord was not satisfied with it. He swung the blade, rotated it in a circle, and then held it in his hand, emitting an ominous hum.

He held the knife, moved his feet, stood behind Yago Sevitarion, and looked at the imperial guard with a provocative look.

The latter did not even look at him, but bowed his head apologetically and explained to the frowning man.

"I will take all the responsibility for this, sir."

"I thought you were joking with me before." The man said with a very strange expression. "You are serious, huh?"

"I am lacking in the joke aspect." The tribune said, his tone was no longer so calm.

Skaladric stared at him, and finally saw a little embarrassment-he almost laughed at this discovery.

"Okay-then I solemnly reiterate that I will laugh occasionally now, and laugh sincerely. Whenever I laugh like this, I will not kill people."

"Understood."

The man nodded, and his tone suddenly became serious. He was not accusing anything, but he sounded so frightening at the moment.

"And, if things really come to the point where I want to kill someone, believe me, you will not have the opportunity to draw the sword for me."

The guard bowed deeply, and then looked at Yago Sevitarion. The latter straightened up, and a smile was already spreading on his face.

So the guard bowed, bent down, apologized to him seriously, and then left, disappeared into the darkness, and no trace was left.

Skaladrick evaluated his stealth skills in his heart, and then he actually had some respect. Not much, but it was the best treatment that a person like him could give to an unrelated person. Moreover, he knew that the guard would come back.

"You have done a good job recently, instructor?" Yago Sevitarion praised in a piercing tone.

"You obviously have achieved a supreme position in the officialdom of the empire, and you can get a guard as your side guard. What a great honor it is? I will find someone to engrave it in our chapter history. What about you? Do you want me to send you a copy?"

He shrugged and raised his hand, looking at the others inquiringly. And none of the four people paid any attention to him, and even Scarladrick, who had taken the initiative to stand up for him a few seconds ago, put away his knife in a sullen manner and walked back to his original position.

Sevatar twisted his lips in displeasure, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by a chuckle.

"Are you blaming me, Yago? You are probably thinking that this old bastard would not let any of us get close to him, but would let a guard accompany him. Where in the world is there such a heartless and ungrateful old thing?"

Kaiul Sahora, who had been silent, was shocked. Scaradrick didn't need to glance at him to know that this man must be eager to jump up and refute Yago Sevatarion.

Ha, good boy, model son. The prince thought with disdain and amusement. If you really do this, I guarantee that the troublesome ghost will find you in the duel cage afterwards, so save it.

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He raised his hand to hold him down so that Sevatar could speak for himself.

"Are you crazy?" The eldest son of the night stared at him, as if the previous sentence of 'he's fine' was just empty talk. "What are you doing, Caril Rohals?"

The man wearing the wide-brimmed hat of the Inquisitor calmly approached the shuttle, walked to his side, then took off his hat and looked at him.

The two people's eyes collided up and down, one was confused and very alert, and the other was cold and silent as ice, dead as iron.

Then, the instructor of the Eighth Legion showed his fangs.

He kicked Yago Sevitarion on the left calf.

It was a loud metallic sound, which made Scaradrick feel cold in his heart.

"You are disrespectful." The instructor said coldly. "You have this tendency before, but you haven't restrained it at all. If I hadn't pushed his sword back just now, were you going to rush over and tear his throat?"

Now it was the Grand Lord's turn to be shocked-what? Sevitar was going to do this just now? Why didn't I see it? !

He was suspicious for a moment, thinking that the instructor was bluffing, but he didn't expect that the giant who was so arrogant just now would now nod humbly.

"Do you know what harm this will bring?"

The instructor asked. He used the same word as Sevitar, and used it very appropriately, and even deliberately emphasized the tone, making the listeners unconsciously straighten their backs, as if they suddenly returned to the apprenticeship period and were being tested on the training ground.

". I didn't think so much at that time." Yago Sevitarion said in a low and annoyed voice.

"Why? What made your judgment wrong? Do you know, Yago? Robert Guilliman once told me that he thought you had extremely terrifying insight and judgment, and you would use them unkindly. So now, tell me, what made you so stupid?"

Sevita hesitated for a while, and finally sighed.

"Okay, instructor--" He pursed his lips like a child who had done something wrong. "-I think I just can't tolerate him trying to draw his sword to hurt them."

His answer made the other four people's brains dizzy for a moment, and then

"He dares!" The Scarlet Lord roared in a low voice. "He can try!"

The commander of the Shadow Knight seemed to let out a sigh, and then cursed in his hometown dialect. It was not a good word, extremely unpleasant, but the tone was gentle.

Compared to him, Sheher Cold Soul Supreme Commander was more direct, but not as direct as Scaradrick. He just laughed, and then tapped his forehead with his gauntlet not very kindly, and spoke almost with gritted teeth.

"Yago Sevitarion, although we grew up watching you, we are definitely not children. What's your attitude? Do you really think you are the head of a family?"

"Stop talking so much!"

The eldest son of the night, who was so docile before, suddenly turned around and yelled angrily, and then turned back, putting on a face that he had done nothing.

Of course, there was another person present who remained silent from beginning to end. He seemed to be planning to take this precious gold all the way to his grave. Even if the conflict had reached this point, he didn't say a word, just stared around with his turbid white eyes.

Then he met the instructor's eyes.

"What are you looking at, hunter?" He received a gentle inquiry.

"Nothing, instructor."

The hunter answered his question in a tone that was even more docile than Sevitar, and took out a portable data tablet from his belt like a magic trick and handed it to him.

"I'm just thinking about when this farce should end. And when should this important personal letter from the Master of the Seal about how to place the 1,000 returning veterans be delivered to you."

Instantly, he received the gaze of four pairs of eyes, and there was only one emotion in this gaze: I really want to stab you to death, hypocritical bastard.

The hunter raised his hand, handed over the data board, and then raised his hand to touch the corner of his mouth, as if there was a smile there.

The instructor lowered his head and read for a moment, then nodded in understanding.

"Let's go." He raised his head and smiled again. "How about taking you with me? So that you won't complain about me later."