Chapter 710 3 The Attitude of Being Impartial Is Very Important

Chapter 710 3. A business-like attitude is very important

Is he kidding? Gius asked himself, but he couldn't convince himself. He did not believe that anyone in the world would joke about these two things in front of an Emperor's Son, unless the Grand Inquisitor was actually just a liar.

But this is even more impossible. Who dares to pretend to be a judge? I'm afraid even the craziest bottom gang wouldn't dare to do such a thing, let alone——

Gius quickly glanced at the golden-armored giant in the corner of the room, and then extinguished all these inappropriate and ridiculous speculations in his mind.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say. There was silence in the conference room, and the silence came like a thick fog, but the judge suddenly showed an expression as if he had suddenly realized something.

"Ah, I understand, you don't believe me, do you?"

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Gius was speechless. He wanted to answer, but he couldn't come up with a single word. At this moment, he even had a faint urge to laugh - of course, he couldn't laugh at all. Instead, Ramitz, who was sitting on his right hand side, hesitated and spoke.

"No, my lord, this is not a question of whether you believe it or not."

"What is that?" The judge looked at him with a smile on his face.

The more Gius looked at it, the more weird he felt, because that smile should not appear on a person like him, and it should not appear on this occasion.

Ramitz was obviously a little stunned by this. He had only been in the army for six years, and he had not yet achieved an honor enough to be recognized in the legion. Even patrolling was only his first time.

Thinking of this, the corporal sighed secretly in his heart, and decided to speak to help him out - but who knew that Ramitz's response was faster than him.

"Well, sir, please forgive me, your words do sound a bit unbelievable."

"Ramitz!" Kius shouted sharply, trying to stop him from continuing.

The judge raised his hand and said nothing. His expression did not seem to be displeased, but there was an unknown force that forced Gius to stop. Then, he spoke slowly, his voice soft and serious.

"It's okay, Corporal, please let him continue. The Imperials always like to play riddles with each other when they talk nowadays. There are not many honest people like this battle brother anymore. And honesty is a virtue, I think, We should encourage him to make the moral vacuum smaller, what do you think?”

Once again, Gius had nothing to say.

"Thank you." Ramitz said sincerely. "I still stand by my opinion, after all, you don't look modified in any way."

"As far as I know, several life-extending surgeries with good results in the empire require certain changes in appearance, but you have not. Based on this, your age cannot be more than two centuries."

"In the past two centuries, no Inquisitor has visited Chemos, and our Chapter Master has not left the vicinity of the sector for nine centuries. You said you knew him, could it be that you met him nine centuries ago? ?”

Kius took a deep breath, his mind spinning rapidly.

In the past, he had only used his brain cells in this way during weekly tactical trials, which was one of the important reasons why he was able to obtain the position of patrol leader with a short service period.

However, this time, whether it was the high level of intelligence endowed by the transformation surgery, or the knowledge reserve enriched by thinking exercises and various books, none of these things were put to use.

He was stunned on the spot, looking at Ramitz's side face in silence.

And the judge said, "Yes."

Kius leaned back in his chair, staring down at the table.

"But how is this possible?" Ramitz asked sincerely, his eyebrows furrowed and his face full of confusion. "Your age doesn't match up."

"Isn't it possible that I'm lying?" the judge asked with a slight smile.

"No, I don't think you are lying." Ramitz shook his head. "This is absolutely impossible."

"Why?"

"There are two reasons. The first and most important reason is that the Imperial Guard——"

Ramitz stood up, caressed his chest and nodded in greeting. The latter remained silent, but responded with the same courtesy.

"——Second, you don't look like a liar."

"Everyone lies, Brother Ramitz."

"Yes, that's true, so let me correct you: you don't look like someone who would lie in this situation."

"What's the reason?" the judge asked, the smile in his voice getting thicker.

Ramitz's voice suddenly changed, becoming confident and slightly higher-pitched: "Intuition."

Kius raised his hand and pressed it on his cheekbone, supporting the table with his left hand, and all the muscles in his body were tense.

He looked at Balastal sitting on the left as if asking for help, hoping to get some support from the latter - even if it was just something similar to his current mood, he could calm down for a while. However, he did not expect that Balastal would actually agree with him.

"Intuition?" the Inquisitor smiled and repeated. "I thought you would say it was because of my clothes."

This time it was Ramitz's turn to be surprised: "Clothes? What happened to the clothes?"

The judge smiled and raised his hands, picked up the collars on both sides of the coat, and patted the badge on his chest: "Don't you think this outfit looks very professional? If I change into casual clothes, then those words will be more credible. I’m afraid the speed will be greatly reduced.”

Finally, the desired silence enveloped the conference room. Ramitz tried hard to drive it away, but it won. This thick fog enveloped everyone, and it wasn't until a minute later that a new sound broke its shackles.

The sound was even made by the Custodes.

"Your sense of humor—" He paused. "——It's really very sharp. Please get to the point quickly, Lord Khalil. These three loyal battle brothers do not deserve to be tortured like this."

"Torture? That's a strange term, la, my jokes are always well received."

"Sir, with all due respect, the jokes you tell with your sense of humor can only be regarded as cold jokes, and some of them are not even jokes at all."

The judge raised his eyebrows: "I'm going to find a commissioner from the Ministry of Justice to sue you for using inappropriate words and slandering my reputation. You'd better think about it carefully, la, I have witnesses."

The Imperial Guard finally sighed, and he didn't know if it was Gius's illusion. He always felt that this sigh even sounded a little weak.

Immediately afterwards, he left the place and walked straight towards Gius and his brothers like a living sculpture. He stopped in front of them, then took off his helmet, revealing a dark face, and spoke expressionlessly.

"My name is La Endymion, and this is Khalil Lohars, Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition. We have been ordered to go to Chemos to solve the long-term problem of replenishing the Third Legion. "

"In order to solve this problem, in the name of the Seal Master and the Regent, we need you to temporarily stop this patrol mission and return with us to Chemos to inform your legions and the original body of this matter in advance."

He glanced around them calmly, and finally fixed his gaze on Gius' face, leaning forward slightly.

"Any more questions?" he asked.

The young corporal stood up slowly, put on his helmet, and performed an eagle salute without saying a word, then strode towards the door. He turned back midway and picked up two of his team members.

In the judge's soft voice, "You're too serious, La", he left the conference room with Ramitz and Balastal, who were almost at a loss, and then ran up and rushed into the room. Towards the bridge of the Tears of Defiance.

——

"Fruits should be arranged like this," one man said.

He was wearing a crisp light-colored uniform, and his face was fair, with no trace of beard visible, but the wrinkles and gray hair that represented aging could prove his age.

He was teaching a young woman in the same uniform how to lay out a plate of freshly cut fruit. The fruit itself had nothing to say about it, it was just an ordinary fruit that could be seen everywhere on Chemos and everyone could eat it. rise.

But that plate was very different. It was very wide, very large, with a smooth surface and inlaid with thin gold lines. It was undoubtedly a work of art. Therefore, the woman's hand holding it was completely shaking.

Seeing this, the man shook his head helplessly, reached out to take the porcelain plate, placed it on the long table beside him, and spoke again.

"Don't be too nervous, kid, this is just a job, you have to treat it with a normal mind."

"Yes, yes," the young woman stammered. "The one we serve--"

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"Be normal!" The man emphasized his tone. "Do you think he would blame you for the placement of one or two pieces of fruit? And, like I said, this is just a job, and you must not have any outdated ideas like master and servant. "

"Chemos is a progressive and civilized Chemos. He has spent so many years improving our living environment. The most annoying thing is hearing and seeing these things. You must not chill his heart."

The woman swayed and almost fell. The man had no choice but to support her, and then gave her a half-day break. He took the plate of fruit and left the spacious kitchen.

The corridor is clean and bright, with an oil painting hung every ten meters, mostly featuring landscapes, such as fields, forests or streams. The man walked steadily and would look up at them from time to time.

He has spent most of his life in this house, but he still stops in front of these paintings.

Firstly, because they really make people unable to take their eyes away, and secondly, because of curiosity, the landscapes depicted in these paintings have been changed long before he was born.

People always want to explore things in the past.

The man stopped, bent his arm, and lifted the silver plate in his arms lightly with his left hand, treating its size as if it were nothing. He was so skilled that his movements even had a sense of beauty. He straightened his collar, coughed, and gently knocked twice on the tall white wooden door in front of him.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that a reply came from the door, and the man opened the door and walked in.

The world behind the door is extremely beautiful. It is a pure white terrace. Every detail contains harmonious beauty, making it worthy of being called a work of art and an unusual place to relax and rest. But they are completely destroyed by the presence of one person. Eclipsed.

This is the case for this person. No matter when, where, or what kind of beauty he is surrounded by, he must be the most dazzling and eye-catching among them - in other words, he is the most beautiful.

Fulgrim looked up from his chair and smiled, his white hair falling from his forehead.

"Oh, Tarbion, your leave is over?"

"Yes, my sir." The man known as Talbion walked towards him meticulously and placed the fruit on the round table to the right of the armchair. "Today's fruits are apple peaches and blue grapes produced in Al Manor. Please enjoy them."

"Later, Talbion-" Fulgrim raised the book in his hand towards him. "——I'm almost done with this book."

"Don't you have a day off today?" Talbion persuaded tactfully.

"Reading is a kind of rest for me, and this book is very interesting."

Fulgrim lowered his head again, the pages of the book were turning, and he spoke softly: "The author of this book spent more than a hundred years collecting many rumors and stories from the streets. This is the total of his life. Treat others We should take our lives more seriously."

"You are right, but the theme of this book sounds a little unreliable."

Fulgrim laughed again. He turned to the last page and read the last line before closing the book and exhaling with satisfaction.

"That's not the case. He screened to ensure that every rumor and story was related to a so-called cult sect. Moreover, it is said that he disappeared after writing this book."

"Those who seek too much are often devoured by themselves," Talbion said in the dialect of Chemos.

Fulgrim smiled and nodded to him, reached out and picked up a piece of cut apple peach and put it into his mouth. He chewed it carefully, swallowed it, and then opened his mouth to comment.

"Yes, their genetic modification project seems to have made sufficient progress. The apples and peaches delivered this time are already 70% similar in taste to those delicate 18.5°C darlings."

"Please take the time to send me a message, Talbion? Just ask them to continue their efforts so that everyone in Chemos can eat fresh apples and peaches that do not need to be preserved under complicated conditions."

Talbion bowed slightly, then turned and left. Fulgrim looked up at the sky and sighed softly.

It seemed that looking at the rare blue sky in the empire did not make him feel happy, and this precious, annual rest day could not relax his tense nerves at all. He just looked at it for a long time, until he felt sleepy. His thoughts welled up, and he allowed them to capture him.

He closed his eyes and began to dream. He clearly knew that he was dreaming, and the dream slowly changed according to his will. Soon, one familiar figure after another appeared from the corner of his memory.

In the dream, Phoenix, with dark eyes and a nearly broken face, looked at them, silent and speechless. It was not until late in the day that a crisp beeping sound came from his hand, and he took the initiative to end this dream of memories.

He picked up the communicator at hand.

"Primarch!"

"What's wrong?" Fulgrim asked softly. "What is it that makes you so alarmed, my Second Company Commander?"

"Corporal Kius and his team ended their patrol early!"

"Oh? Then he must have encountered something, otherwise it would be impossible for his character to give up halfway." Fulgrim pondered for half a second. "So, what is it?"

On the other end of the communication line, his second company commander was silent for half a minute before he continued to speak, his voice extremely dry.

"He, he said that he met a Grand Inquisitor named Khalil Lohars and a Custodian. They were ordered to come to Chemos to solve the problem of our difficulty in replenishing our troops."

Fulgrim crushed the communicator.