40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 180 5. The adventure of Yago Savitarion
At five o'clock in the morning, outside the Quintus No. [-] mine in Nostramo, there was a gust of cold wind, and the sky was dark, but the surroundings were not completely dark. There were soft light sources flickering around the mine.

Although it was early morning, the gate of the mine had already been opened.There are many shadowy figures flickering in the light source. They are all workers belonging to the third mine. Although they are walking in the cold wind at this moment, they don't feel cold.

They were all wearing heavy cotton coats and boots, and the mine was very thoughtful, not only allocated coats, but even earmuffs, so no one would feel cold.

And those who are so thin that they feel cold even in cotton clothes will not pass the selection of miners at all, they will have other jobs.

There weren't many people talking in the crowd, most of them were eating the first meal they had just received from the distribution window.The breakfast provided by the third mine was rich, with four different flavors of nutritious porridge, a synthetic nutritional bar, and some fruits sent from Macragge.

Workers cherish these foods very much.At first, many people even chose not to eat when they were hungry or only ate half of it, saving the food and taking it back to their families.But they soon realized there was no need for such a thing.

The family members of the miners also have work to be assigned - Nostramo is now in dire straits, manpower is needed for any position, and three meals will be allocated for any position.

Among the people eating, a boy was also one of them.He is taller than most people, but he does not eat quickly. He can even be said to chew slowly.

For every mouthful of porridge, he would chew a dozen mouthfuls before swallowing it.It took him more than ten minutes to finish the bowl of 'Margots'-flavored nutritious porridge at a suitable temperature, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

Then, he took out the distributed nutrition bar from his pocket, carefully peeled off its outer packaging, and took a bite like holding a treasure.

well.

Yago Sevtarion smiled with satisfaction—today's nutrition bar is sweet, he likes sweet things, and he liked it after he tasted it and knew it was called 'sweet'.

In his opinion, this feeling is second only to the feeling when he witnessed the tragic death of gangs and nobles on the streets.The latter, he only experienced it once, and the former. If he is lucky, he can experience it almost every day.

One of the three meals in the nutrition bar will be sweet.

He ate the nutritional bar very slowly, even slower than eating the nutritional porridge—it took him several minutes to eat half of the thing, and then he put it in his mouth, biting it with his teeth, carefully not Let the saliva touch its surface, and lick it with the tip of your tongue from time to time to feel the taste.

The smell of food filled the mine, and Yago Sevtarion took a deep breath of air, feeling satisfied again.

This satisfaction lasted until he lowered his gaze to the ground.

At that moment, he froze without any warning, the nutrition bar in his mouth was immediately crushed, his muscles tensed immediately, and a chill flowed up from the soles of his feet, tearing his body temperature protected by the cotton coat to pieces.

The bone-chilling cold hit the 15-year-old child, causing his legs to go limp unconsciously, and he fell to his knees.

A picture appeared in front of his eyes, it was a group of naked people in the cold wind, surrounded by dark green tents.Their limbs were frozen stiff and they were about to die.Everyone's eyes were empty, everyone's eyes were on him.

Their mouths were open, dark and toothless inside, the gums a decaying gray.They shouted words silently, but Jago Sevtarion could not hear them at all.

He was almost freezing to death.

He trembled, hoping that this illusion would go away soon.This was not the first time he had seen these dead people, and he knew exactly how to deal with them - just wait, just wait.

They're dead and they can't hurt me
Young Jago Sevtarion whispered these words to himself, daring not to move.As time passed, everything turned out to be as he wished, and soon returned to normal.

The phantom disappeared, and his lost body temperature returned in the next instant.Yago Sevtarion opened his eyes and found himself surrounded by some older workers. A man stretched out his hand and pulled him up from the ground.

"Be careful," he whispered. "It's a miracle that you didn't get caught when you concealed your age, Sevita. We won't be able to help you if you have a few more episodes of this damn disease. They are indeed good people, but they are Those who value rules, do you understand?"

"Thank you, Joseph, I know." Sevita grinned, showing a pale smile.

Yes, I did see a ghost.he thinks.And saw more than once.

But it's not that I want to see them.
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Work went on for a while.

Sevita doesn't dislike work. In fact, he likes to hang out with a group of people older than him, swinging a pickaxe to strike rocks in the ground. thing.

Such as his innate weird talent, such as the fact that he is always taller, stronger than others, and faster than others.Forgetting is very precious, and even if it is only temporarily forgotten, it is still forgotten.

However, the working hours are not always long, which means he will have to think about these things.

Five hours passed in a blink of an eye. They left the mine at six o'clock in the morning and left the mine at eleven o'clock in the afternoon.After doing the three things written in the entry instructions, namely disinfection, cleaning, and changing clothes, Sevita came to the food collection window again.

His joy at seeing Glocks steak served at noon this day outweighed his discomfort at the nightmares he had seen in the wee hours of the morning.

Mine No. [-] was so new that the canteen wasn't even open yet, so most miners usually ate in makeshift tents set up on their shift day, but there were a few exceptions.For example Sevita.

He prefers to find a secluded corner and finish the food quietly by himself.He ate Glocks steak and drank a slightly sweet, very refreshing drink, and felt very happy.
Then the chill came back, like a weird, mean joke, like someone was trying to torture him so he wouldn't feel better.

And this time, he didn't even look at the ground at all.

The dead came back, and in the darkness the corpse staggered to its feet, howling and reaching out to grab him.No matter how hard he struggled, it was useless, but they didn't hurt him, they just kept howling and crying, and the sound sounded extremely terrifying.

Sevtar forced himself to close his eyes, ignoring them.

He started praying, even pleading—by night and night, I hope I wake up and see that the delicious food on my plate hasn't spilled on the floor, I hope my drink hasn't been spilled by me, I hope I wake up can continue to eat.
I hope--

He opened his eyes suddenly and sat up with a confused look on his face.

where am I?
"Iago Severtarion." A deep voice hissed from behind him. "15 years old, Quintus, interesting orphan, did you choose your name yourself?"

Sevtar turned his head quickly, and saw a giant with a pale complexion, a handsome face, and dark eyes.

He was so tall that Sevtar felt almost instinctively some sort of fear—a fleeting feeling, but young Jago Sevtarion was well aware that his feelings were often impossible. Wrong.

And this giant's eyes were pitch black.

He is a Nostramo.

"Who are you?" Savita jumped off the bed and asked warily.He kept retreating with his bare hands, and for a moment he even forgot to observe where he was.

But the giant just stared at him calmly, watching him retreat little by little until he pressed his back against the corner of the room.

"That's the question I asked first," said the giant. "So you should answer me first, shouldn't you, Yago Severtarion?"

"I chose my name myself." Sevita replied loudly, raising her neck.

"But it's none of your business! Listen, I'm a worker at the third mine in Quintus, so whoever you are, you'd better send me back. The guards will soon find out that I'm missing, Then the Eighth Legion of the Emperor will come for you!"

The giant chuckled softly: "The Emperor's Eighth Legion said so. You should have read the booklet called "Common Sense", which means you are literate."

"What does it matter to you that I can't read or write?!" Sevita said loudly—he didn't know where this place was, but he wanted to attract the attention of others as much as possible.

As long as even one guard noticed the unusual sound here, he won.

He had seen the guards shooting, and those guns were much more powerful than the gang's weapons.A gun can easily penetrate metal, and this person is just very tall at best. It is impossible for him to withstand the power of the gun.

"Oh, it doesn't really matter."

said the giant thoughtfully. "But your literacy will save me some trouble. That's good, Yago Savitarion. At least it will prove that you are easy to learn. So, it's my turn to answer your question. I am Khalil Lo Hals, I am the instructor of the Emperor's Eighth Legion you speak of."

".what?"

"I am the instructor of the Eighth Army."

The giant with the awkward name repeated quietly.

"If you don't understand what this term means. You should have been taught how to mine correctly by a machine that can project in the mine, right? That machine is your instructor, and I am the instructor of the Eighth Legion."

Jago Sevtarion looked at him in bewilderment, as if he didn't understand his Quintus-flavored Nostramo, which was so authentic that it had an accent.

"Of course, I don't teach them how to mine." The giant chuckled. "We have another duty. Do you have any more questions, Jago Sevtarion, then?"

".You, you—" the young boy spoke inarticulately. "—what proof do you have?"

Khalil smiled. He turned around, pushed open a door, and waved to Jago Sevtarion: "Come here, I'll show you the evidence."

After he finished speaking, he walked out of the room.Sevita stayed where he was dry-mouthed for a few minutes before recovering. He touched the door lightly, and glanced cautiously outside—only this one glance shocked him greatly. shocked.

The outside is not a street or a building as he thought, but a space that is so wide that he can't fully observe it.Black, white and gray are the main colors here, it is very empty, even a bit too empty.

A thought that shouldn't appear appeared in Sevita's mind - the cemetery.

Only a cemetery can be so empty, so quiet, so...gloomy.

"This is the Midnight Blade, or what you call the future office of the Eighth Legion on Nostramo." The giant stood beside him and said so. "Of course, as you can see, we haven't completely partitioned and decorated this place. Then, come with me, Yago Sevtarion."

He turned around and left, as if he wasn't worried that Savita would escape. The boy froze on the spot for a few seconds, and then he involuntarily followed him.

The giant named Khalil Rohars was not walking fast, and it could even be said that he slowed down for him.Sevtar walked behind him, and they followed along a long, dark corridor, until they finally reached a gate.

It has a dull, iron-gray exterior, with a sharp-edged emblem on it.

"Where are you taking me?" Sevtar asked, still wary, but less so than before.

He was a child who grew up in the slums, and he was born to know how to read words and expressions, and knew how to distinguish the types of people.And he is smarter than most people, he can see who is malicious and who is cruel and crazy.

He managed to survive in the slums by relying on this set of judgments about people, and it can even be said that his life was not bad.Therefore, he believed in his judgment at the moment—he believed that this giant named Khalil Rohars was indeed, as he said, the instructor of the 'Emperor's Eighth Legion'.

At least, believe so far.

Moreover, he seemed to have no other better choice than to follow him.

The giant lowered his head and said softly, "I'll take you for an inspection, Yago Sevtarion."

"Check?" Saiweita frowned. "Don't tell me you have that kind of hobby"

Khalil couldn't help laughing—even if he was a child, he was a Nostramo who survived the slums, and his mental maturity obviously couldn't be judged by his age alone.

"Of course I don't have that hobby, but you do need a checkup."

"why?"

"Because of those ghosts." Khalil raised his head and replied softly.

Sevita's pupils shrank sharply.

"You've seen them, haven't you?" He raised his hand easily and pressed it somewhere on the side of the door, and it immediately slid open.

Behind the door is the deep darkness, which is slowly lighting up at this moment.Yago Sevtarion had no time to observe the inside, so he stretched his arms upwards and barely grabbed Khalil's sleeve.

"You" he raised his head excitedly. "how do you know?"

"Oh, kid." Khalil lowered his head again and looked at him with calm eyes. "I know a lot."

He steps into darkness.

　I finally wrote it, this chapter is 4k, I will continue to write when I wake up.

　　By the way, the coat of arms of Midnight Blade has been designed, and I will put it in the book circle later.The vertical painting is almost finished, and there is another article about the state of wearing armor that will be completed around the tenth of next month.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)