Chapter 706 87 The Last Ray of Moonlight Before Dawn

Chapter 706 87. The last moonlight before dawn

There are always things in this world that will make you bleed inadvertently, and the blood will flow and cannot be healed. Even after many years, it will still hurt.

Keul Sahora raised his hand and placed it on the table. His nails reflected the candlelight. His body was slightly bent, as if he was about to get up at any time. The table covered with white cloth was still waiting for the protagonist of this dinner, showing a void.

Keul stared at this pure white in a daze, without moving or speaking, but the surroundings were filled with voices.

The children of the night who did not like to drink chose to drink water or a slightly sweet juice instead, while others pushed the cups and shook the silver cups in their hands. The blood-red wine exuded fragrance in it, and one story after another was told in such an atmosphere.

The tone was different, but it could always be summarized as gentle or quiet. The sound waves merged into one, like the tide hitting the cliff at midnight, with its own ups and downs in the silence.

It was obvious that Kaiul was not used to such occasions.

It could not be called disgust, nor was it difficult to adapt. If one had to describe it, I am afraid that apart from asking him directly to get the answer, the only way left was to read the dictionary for several hours. Otherwise, he would create a new word to refer to his current state of mind, and then never mention it again.

"The old problem comes back again?" asked Sheher Cold Soul, who was sitting beside him.

The Supreme Grand Master of the Blade of Judgment seemed to know some secrets, and his expression at this moment was between intriguing and wanting to have some fun.

The Shadow Knight looked at him, and retorted word by word, stiffly and unusually: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Ha, whatever you want, brother." Cold Soul raised his hands exaggeratedly to show his surrender, and a hypocritical smile replaced the original expression. "Just."

"Just what?" Kaiul squeezed out the sound from his teeth and asked coldly.

"I just didn't expect that incident to have such a big impact on you." Another person said so.

Kaiul turned his head and saw the Lord of Scarlet Claw. His face, which was particularly ferocious even among the children of the night, looked somewhat calm at this moment. Like the others, his right hand, or right claw, was holding a silver cup, and most of the wine in the cup had disappeared.

Skaldrick looked over and looked at him. The blood-drinking beast narrowed his eyes and whispered slowly.

"I won't say some empty nonsense like you should learn to let go of that matter. I will only make suggestions. It's your business to do it or not, but it's not up to you to listen or not."

"Now listen carefully, Kaiul Sahora - you can either accept its existence and treat it like a scar, or find an opportunity to sneak into the memory, cut it into pieces, tear the flesh and bones, and eat it bit by bit."

The beast said, and actually laughed happily, and the sharp canine teeth appeared from behind the bloodless lips.

He raised his head, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, slowly stood up, left the table occupied by the chapter leaders, and ran to play sword fighting with several veterans of the Night Blade. The whole process was quick and smooth, which made people wonder whether he had planned this for a long time.

The Shadow Knight closed his eyes, strangled the angry throat, strangled it lightly, then opened his eyes and cast a look at the other person at the long table who had not spoken yet.

"It's your turn." He said.

The hunter raised his eyes and threw a puzzled look.

"It's your turn." Kaiul repeated expressionlessly.

The hunter shook his head: "Your wording makes me sound like I'm going to join the trial of you right after you, but no, Kaiul. I don't have the habit of commenting on other people's suffering."

"Don't you think my performance will ruin the banquet?"

"That's your business, and I don't believe you will really mess it up - what else, what kind of thing do you have to do to push this banquet to a bad situation of being 'screwed up'? Kill some people? If you really plan to do this, I suggest you start with the Cold Soul Grand Master next to you."

"Hey!" The nominated Supreme Grand Master of the Blade of Judgment gave a rather unhappy reminder.

The hunter ignored it and continued to tell his story.

"After all, he was the one who started this. You see, he is defenseless against you now. I think you only need to move one hand under the table first, and then wait for an opportunity to draw your sword. Or simply smash the wine glass next to you into his eye socket, so that his eyesight will be reduced and you can gain an advantage."

The Shadow Knight nodded thoughtfully, turned sideways, glanced at Sheher Cold Soul, who had a strange expression, and then put his left hand under the table as the hunter said.

The Supreme Grand Master cursed in dialect, made a gang gesture inherited from Yago Sevitarion, and left the table indignantly.

Keul watched him go away, disappearing between the armor and the candlelight, closed his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows - but when he put his hand down, the instructor of the Eighth Legion, who had changed into a casual uniform, was standing beside him, even holding a silver plate in his hand.

The whole plate of sand eel meat, which was baked for just the right time and cut into pieces, was sizzling with oil, and the perfectly prepared sauce slowly penetrated along the texture of the meat, bringing another wonderful taste different from the meaty aroma.

The instructor reached out and grabbed the silver fork on the edge of the plate, picked up a piece, and brought it to Kaiul's mouth. The latter stared at him blankly, with an expression that was hard to describe.

"Aren't you going to eat it?" The instructor asked, looking a little surprised.

"No, I just--"

Keul tried to explain, but the instructor didn't intend to listen to what he said next. He just shook his head, put down the silver fork, and put the plate in front of him.

The hot oil was boiling and sizzling, and the tender red sand eel meat was stretching itself under the sauce.

"This is the flavor of Baal, carefully prepared by a military chef of the Blood Angels." The instructor put his hands behind his back and explained with a slight smile.

"I suggest you eat it while it's hot, Keul. The chef is busy. He will have to return to the Angels' kitchen in an hour at most to prepare ingredients for another round of banquets. If it weren't for Sevita's connections, I'm afraid we wouldn't have this kind of food."

Sevita?

The question just arose and was answered. A black shadow passed by the corner of Keul's eyes. He chased after it reflexively and saw Yago Sevitarion in a black uniform sitting at a corner of the round table, leaning lazily against the back of the chair, chewing constantly.

The Shadow Knight looked at the delicious food on the plate belatedly, and then he found that the piece of sand eel meat had disappeared along with the fork.

"It's not about connections, instructor, it's just a side effect of living too long - but this meat is really delicious. So, eat a piece quickly, Kaiul, or I'll throw you into the duel cage and fight with that happy vampire all night long."

"I refuse."

The Shadow Knight said stiffly, and reached out to catch a silver shadow in the air, turned his wrist, and pierced the silver fork into a piece of sand eel meat with the method of holding a knife.

In an instant, the already fragrant fragrance suddenly reached a higher level.

He lifted the meat and handed it in front of him, and the waiters who were temporarily transferred in also carried plates one by one, delivering various delicacies to the table of the children of the night.

Keul began to chew the piece of meat. He rarely ate such real and delicious food, so he couldn't describe the feeling at this moment. He just felt that his tense nerves were relaxed.

He swallowed it, and the minced meat rolled into his stomach, awakening one of the strongest desires of mankind since ancient times. Hunger swept over, and Keul was stunned again, and then he lowered his head and began to devour it, like a poor man who had not eaten anything for hundreds of years.

At the other end of the table, Yago Sevitarion's face smiled in the candlelight.

He stood up quietly, and by the way, gave a threatening look to the hunter who was still sitting properly, with his hands even on his knees.

Only when the latter raised his knife and fork helplessly to show his obedience did he really leave the table and walk into the darkness with the instructor of the Eighth Legion.

They walked around the banquet hall in the dark to observe the situation in a tacit understanding, and then left this spacious hall with two completely opposite characteristics of tranquility and bustle. Its door was closed, and the corridors on both sides were empty, with only a faint light.

The governor of this fortress immediately showed his sincerity after learning that the children of the night wanted to borrow a place nearby to hold a banquet. Not only did he provide a secret gathering place, but he also renovated the decoration here in just two hours, trying to be closer to their daily habits.

However, his understanding of the children of the night may be a little biased.

I don’t know where he heard the rumor from. Not only did he remove most of the lighting sources and replace them with candlelight, but even the tableware was made of gold and silver.

And the food, delicious but a little too "noble", and the choice of drinks, either blood-red wine or blood wine that is really loved by the Blood Angels.

Thinking of this, Khalil couldn't help but wonder where his perception came from. Or is it that in the general perception of the Empire, the sons of Konrad Curze are actually just another group of darker space vampires?

"I think so." Konrad Curze said.

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Wearing moonlight, he emerged from someone's shadow, his figure was erratic, and he smiled as soon as he appeared.

But Yago Sevitarion snorted and looked away, folded his hands on his chest, leaned on a marble column, and looked up at the skylight above his head.

It was night time, but the fortified stars were shining like the old days, covering the night sky and casting a soft glow.

"Oh, Yago." The Night King chuckled softly. "Do you still want to do this?"

"Who is talking?" Sevatar suddenly looked at the instructor suspiciously. "Is it you? Or am I finally crazy?"

Khalil straightened up, tightened his face, and shook his head: "I don't know, maybe there was a wind blowing by"

"Really? Wind?" Sevatar remained suspicious and raised one eyebrow. "Why do I feel like someone is really talking to me?"

The Night King stopped laughing.

He frowned and walked to his side, and Sevatar finally couldn't pretend to be calm anymore.

Although he was still trying, the twitching corners of his eyes still betrayed him - an assassin who was proficient in all the killing skills and stealth skills was so out of control that it was hard not to wonder how much shock he was enduring at the moment.

"Yago."

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"Yago Sevatarion."

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Seeing that he had made up his mind to ignore it, Conrad Curz suddenly smiled sinisterly.

"Well, Yago, do you know? Before the banquet began, my brother Rog Dorn sent a message to your instructor. He wanted to turn this banquet into another formal exchange between the two legions after many years. And your instructor has not responded yet. Do you want to know the reason?"

Sevata raised his hand and tapped his temple and took a deep breath.

Conrad Curze whispered the truth: "Because Sigismund has been awakened-right, Khalil?"

"I want to discuss it with you, Yago, but he disagrees." Khalil spread his hands and said very sincerely.

"Of course you want to discuss it with him, father. After all, if our Yago is really annoyed, he will definitely cause trouble for you in the next period of time, but I am different."

The smile on Curze's face became more and more prosperous, and Sevata was opposite. At this time, the complexion of the eldest son of the night has reached the limit of what can be represented by the uncertain mood.

If he really is not a human being, I am afraid that the blood flow would have turned his pale face red.

But he finally made it through.

The eldest son of the night coughed lightly, and his expression suddenly changed. With his muscles lifted and his facial features working, he exerted the essence he had learned from every disguise in the past ten thousand years, and with a true feeling that could not be called acting at all and a roar that resounded throughout the corridor, he shouted a sentence that made the primarch and instructor of the Eighth Legion change color.

"Oh, the Emperor!" Yago Sevitarion smiled sadly and shouted with all his strength. "Is it you? Primarch? It must be you. This must be the Emperor's spirit that made you possess the instructor!"

Behind the heavy door, the quiet wave in the banquet hall suddenly stopped, and the smile on Conrad Curze's face was gone.

He gritted his teeth and made a series of gang gestures to his son, who accepted them all, not only that, but even returned them twice, completely ignoring the increasingly strange expression of the other person standing next to him.

Or rather, he noticed it, but he was too lazy to care.

Okay, father. Yago Sevitarion, the street kid from Nostramo Dines, smiled fiercely with the same gritted teeth. Let's see who is the winner.

A few seconds later, the door was knocked open from the inside. A second before the two heavy doors crashed to the side and countless ghosts inside poured out, Conrad Curz suddenly stopped.

He smiled gently.

"Well done." He said. "Remember, I'm proud of you, Yago."

The moonlight returned, and the stiff Caryl Rohals closed his eyes helplessly and sighed.

When he opened his eyes again, his figure began to rise.