Chapter 715 8 Certificate of Honor (Part 2)

Chapter 715 8. Certificate of Honor (II)

Khalil boarded the Eagle Wing at 6:21 in the morning of Chemos, and when he answered those seemingly endless questions one by one, the time had come to 6:48 in the afternoon.

At this moment, people in the city on the ground could only see the last bit of the sunset. With the help of the height of the Eagle Wing, Khalil could see the huge orange fireball very clearly.

It floated at the far end of the horizon, and the light it emitted dyed the endless clouds red, which was quite similar to a rain of fire that was about to fall.

Khalil put on sunglasses absent-mindedly to prevent his now "fragile" flesh and blood from being injured by these lights and triggering some automatic program-like reaction mechanisms. He once avoided everyone and secretly did experiments by himself, but the results did not make him feel at ease.

"Excuse me, will you come tomorrow?" A sound of footsteps sounded, and Lonatistel asked behind him expectantly.

Standing in the wide corridor outside the Honor Room, facing the French window with his back to him, Khalil sighed deeply and turned around.

"Of course I will come. I still have a lot of work to do." He said slowly. "Just stop asking me about the Emperor's Dream."

"Thank you, instructor!"

The second captain smiled sincerely and brightly, and then trotted away with his brothers. The fully armed soldiers of the Third Legion walked out of the Honor Room one by one and saluted him in turn.

The only thing Khalil could do was to stand there, accept these sudden respects, and then respond to them with a stiff smile.

"We will never let down the kindness of others - I seem to have heard this sentence somewhere."

Please be quiet, Conrad

"Please listen to how rude your request is, okay, father? I have waited for this opportunity with great difficulty, how can I just give up like this?"

Seeing the last emperor's son disappear at the end of the corridor, the smile on Khalil's face finally disappeared completely. He raised his hand to rub his cheek, returning to his expressionless look, determined to remain silent and not answer this question.

And the person hiding in his shadow obviously knew that he would do this, and was not angry at all, but instead let out a low laugh

As if telling him, I will wait for the next opportunity to come.

Well, then you wait. Khalil thought helplessly.

He lowered his head and took out the portable data tablet on his waist, sent the same message to the two people, and then strode to the other end of Eagle Wing - the place where the auxiliary troops trained and lived.

If he walked at the speed of an ordinary person, this journey would probably take him a whole day, so he followed the instructions of the map on the data tablet and went to a fast passage, using the power of technology and machinery to shorten the time of this journey to 22 minutes.

At 7:15 that night, he successfully arrived at his destination.

And this place is not as empty as the end of the Emperor's Children. When he got off the fast train, he immediately attracted a lot of attention.

The first to notice him were two soldiers in all-black armor, followed by a patrol team in simple clothing, and finally a large number of family members and civilians - today is the open day of the military camp, and all the family members of the soldiers and the civilians who have applied for the tour quota can stay here for 24 hours.

Khalil knew about this, but he did not expect that a platform outside a line that almost no one uses could have such a large flow of people.

Of course, it soon became less and less.

After noticing his judge uniform and the iconic coat, the pace of family members and civilians accelerated several times. With their departure, the previously lively sound waves also dissipated instantly, leaving only empty echoes, lingering between steel and steel.

It was only then that the two soldiers and the patrol team came towards him. They stopped in line, and soon a senior officer walked out.

Judging from the rank, this is a sergeant. He was about forty years old, with brown hair, thick eyebrows, and a skin tanned by the sun. The sleeves of his military uniform were rolled up to his forearms, revealing scars and small tattoos that probably commemorated a certain war.

"Sir." He saluted, then took out a silver square instrument from his waist. "We have received a notice that an inquisitor will visit Eagle Wing in the near future, but some procedures must be followed. Please understand."

"It's okay."

Khalil nodded to him and said nothing more. He has adapted to the many effects brought by the identity of the inquisitor - some of his old habits, such as chatting or showing kindness, will become a bad thing under the influence of this identity.

He raised his hand and handed over the data tablet. The sergeant reached out to take it. The instrument in his hand beeped for a few seconds, and the display light on it immediately turned from red to green.

The sergeant breathed a sigh of relief, saluted again, and then strode away with his team and the two soldiers on guard. It was hard to say whether he was extremely efficient or determined to escape from the Inquisitor who always represented trouble.

But, for a moment, Khalil was the only one left in the station, which was terribly empty. He looked to the left, then to the right, and finally chose to look down at the data pad in his hand and open the map.

After another walk, wherever he walked, the bustle of the place disappeared briefly. The soldiers had obviously learned of his arrival in some way, and the number of guards increased a lot, as did the number of patrols.

There was no other way. In order not to cause more unnecessary trouble, he had no choice but to speed up and head towards the last destination of the day.

But this gesture seemed to cause a bigger misunderstanding. Wherever he went, there were people who suddenly stopped. Everyone buried their heads deeply. Even the children who did not understand why they were doing this were also touched by the hands of their elders. Forced to do this

They were expressing their innocence and humility in this way, and he couldn't even stop to give any answer, otherwise there would probably be many sudden kneelings and shouts of 'I am absolutely loyal to the Emperor'.

"I knew earlier that the old method would work better, right, father?" someone asked with a snicker.

If I had known earlier, I should have changed my clothes and come in. Khalil cursed for a rare moment.

"Oh, that's useless. You don't know how to disguise yourself at all - unless you use psychic powers, but then you lose the meaning of a field visit, and it's more like sneaking."

Are my disguise skills bad?

"What do you think? You have a habit of being expressionless, looking around, and especially like to look at people. Coupled with your appearance, what if you put on civilian clothes? I can guarantee that at least half of the people will look at you. You are considered a spy from the Ministry of Justice."

Khalil raised his hand and touched the side of his right face, thinking: So, what if I keep smiling all the time? Like the political commissar in the recruitment advertisement?

"I advise you not to do this." Conrad Coates' voice suddenly became serious. "I'm serious, Khalil, don't do this."

All right.

With regret, Khalil walked into a canteen. The place was crowded with soldiers having dinner, and the aroma of food mixed in the air was very tempting. Among them, the taste of various meat dishes is the most obvious, but it is also mixed with a little wine.

I think this is probably a special case today. After all, it is an open day held once every six months. It always gives the soldiers a chance to relax their tense nerves - they are not Astartes, and they cannot regulate themselves just by meditation and suggestion.

Khalil looked around, faced everyone's gazes and scrutiny, and walked towards a window for receiving food. Through the translucent glass, he saw a nervous young man and one of his servitor helpers.

There were two huge iron buckets at their hands and behind them, from which the aroma of stew emanated. Khalil reached out and took out a stack of imperial coins, and got a stew that was not for sale for five yuan, accompanied by soft white bread and gin, an ancient and simple alcoholic beverage.

He turned around with the dinner plate in hand and saw, as expected, that the canteen was already half empty.

The remaining soldiers were divided into two groups. One group ate haise desperately, at a speed that made people worry about their stomachs. The other group maintained their original eating speed, sitting together in twos and threes, chatting and laughing. Although they glanced at him from time to time, they would not do anything drastic.

Khalil walked to a round table that had just been vacated, sat down, and began to taste the simple food.

He ate quickly and carefully, making sure that the taste of the food fully bloomed on his taste buds with each chew - and then the voice of Conrad Coates appeared again.

"I thought you didn't have much of an appetite," he said thoughtfully. "The first time I saw you taking nutritional ointment, I thought it was some delicacy. When I ate it, I realized that it was almost the same as mud."

Eating is the most basic human desire. It's not that I don't want to eat decent food, Conrad, it's that I don't have a choice.

"But then you have a choice."

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Yes, but unfortunately I had almost lost this desire by then.

"Then, I will be quiet for a while -" Midnight Ghost suddenly whispered softly. "—Eat slowly, father."

Thank you, Ghost.

Khalil let out a sigh of relief and began to work with all his might on the stew on his plate.

Evenly sized, well-cooked animal meat almost melts in your mouth. Its fat and lean characteristics make their already extraordinary taste suddenly rise to another level. When you take a bite, the juice will splash everywhere, and it is seasoned with thick soup and embellished with plant tubers.

By the time he put down his knife and fork, the stew had disappeared from the plate, leaving only two slices of white bread and a glass of gin.

But he didn't waste it. He grabbed the bread and wiped the remnants of the stew soup. After taking up the discoloration, he solved it in two or three mouthfuls. The first sip of gin was put into his mouth immediately, and he swallowed it directly after gargling, letting the fragrant taste bloom in his throat.

Khalil swallowed the bread and wine, leaned back, took off his hat and placed it on the left side of the plate, began to taste the wine and wait. At the same time, through the cover of sunglasses, he observed the reactions of others.

Many soldiers looked at him in surprise, obviously not expecting that an inquisitor could swallow this cheap stew so calmly.

If they knew that he had never eaten a few decent meals in his short and long life, they might be able to understand his reaction.

Thinking of this, Khalil raised the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled secretly, and a voice came from his right side.

"I didn't expect you actually did what you said, what about Khalil? Is the stew in the cafeteria more attractive to you than my craftsmanship?"

The cafeteria was silent for a moment, even the chewing sound disappeared, and everyone stared at the purple giant who suddenly appeared. It was not until about half a minute later that there were exclamations, greetings and salutes.

Khalil slowly stood up, hiding his headache while sipping wine, and said, "I'm just completing my work process, Fulgrim."

Fulgrim smiled at him, but did not answer immediately, but turned around and waved to the soldiers. In an instant, the military-style seriousness and urgency turned into a meeting mixed with excitement, and some people even began to applaud, their faces flushed.

It was not until Fulgrim personally asked them to leave for a while that the noise subsided.

"You should at least let them finish their meal, right?" Khalil asked.

He got a raised eyebrow and a shake of his head: "You'd better stop joking, instructor-I really don't understand, have Conrad or Van Cleef never told you that your sense of humor is actually very strange?"

Khalil was silent for a moment, and replied: "You are the second person to say that my sense of humor is really bad in recent times?"

Fulgrim shook his head again: "It's strange, not bad. Well, now let's talk about the results of your day's field investigation."

Khalil put down the wine glass in his hand, took out the portable data tablet again, and began to slide its screen. Clicking, writing, and typing, it didn't take him long to write a short report.

Its content is actually very simple. If you have to summarize it, it only takes two sentences: In the name of the Grand Inquisitor, I wrote back to inform the Administrative Council, the Regent and the Seal that Chemos is still prosperous and the glory of the Third Legion will last forever.

Therefore, any unnecessary speculation and speculation about the abnormal number of the Third Legion should be regarded as heresy. At the same time, I asked the Mechanicus's Archmagos Belisarius Cawl to come immediately to help me solve the difficulties of the Third Legion.

After reading the report, Fulgrim slowly raised his head with a complicated look. After a moment, he spoke softly.

"What are you going to do? Is there a solution?"

"Yes." Khalil said noncommittally. "And one of them is very simple."

Phoenix's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to ask: "What is it?"

"Kill you." The Grand Inquisitor stood up, put on his hat, and answered.