40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 42 42. A Dinner Party ([-])
"No, no. It's not a misunderstanding."

Konrad Curze in the eyes of the Primarchs, the familiar Midnight Ghost in the eyes of Khalil spoke in a low voice.

I knew it would be like this.

Khalil sighed silently, and although there was no sound, the movement was obvious.

He is very familiar with the character of the ghost, and he naturally knows how the latter will react when faced with something that may involve 'Khalil Rohars'.

However, this did not surprise him - he could even guess what Fulgrim had said to the ghost.

It's nothing more than some external manifestations of arrogance to the bone marrow of mortals, which is not surprising.

This has been the case since ancient times, and few people are exempt from this curse.

Once you have great power, you will inevitably develop arrogance and regard other people as stupid pigs and sheep.Only those of the same kind in their eyes can gain some rare respect.

What's more, these demigods are indeed qualified to be proud.Ghost is only one and a half years old and can already show such a strong combat power, how strong should these four obviously adults be?
"brother."

The Chemos raised his head with a pale face and dark eyes, staring at the ghost. "I beg you to forgive me."

"No." Ghost shook his head.

His voice was soft and firm—and Khalil was starting to get more and more headaches.

The reason is simple, the ghosts do not speak High Gothic.

The deep, melodious and hissing sounds of the Nostramo language sounded in this resplendent banquet hall, and the soft lighting was still soft, but the giant sitting at the main seat stopped eating for the first time.

"Conrad"

"I don't have that name," the ghost hissed. "You should not have asked my forgiveness, Mr. Fulgrim."

Fulgrim's face began to grow paler, and his creamy complexion now looked almost comparable to the ghost's gloomy pale color.

Although he couldn't understand Nostramo, he could tell the answer he wanted from Conrad Curz's tone.

How to do?
Unable to restrain himself, he glanced down at Ferrus.

The silver-handed giant looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes calm, and after a while, he shook his head slightly.

I can't help you.

Fulgrim closed his eyes, and sat down trembling, as if he had lost all his strength—he could no longer think about what would happen next.

Because of his own fault, a brother had conflicts with the empire and his father. What should I do?

"Sit down, ghost," Khalil hissed. "Or go for a walk—now, there's no one in the corridor."

"What about you, Khalil?"

"I'll take care of that."

The ghost blinked and nodded—he didn't ask Khalil what problem he wanted to solve, but just left the seat like a puff of smoke.

But the Emperor didn't stop, he just watched calmly.No matter how much Dorn and Lorgar observed his expression, they had worked very hard, but they couldn't get a single word of explanation from his father's face.

The former frowned, while the latter looked at Khalil with anger in his eyes.

The ghost walked all the way to the gate. He walked calmly, almost gliding—at the last moment before leaving, he turned and made a throwing motion.

With Superman's agility, a pendant hit the long table with precision and landed beside Fulgrim.

Then he spoke in High Gothic.

"Back to you."

The Chemos clenched his fists in a daze, Ferrus looked at him calmly, finally stretched out his hand, and patted him on the back comfortingly.

The door opened, then closed again.

+Your family atmosphere is a bit different from what I imagined. +
+ Is it bad? +
+ What do you think? +
+ You don't understand, Khalil, I can't listen to each of them like an ordinary father, I have to try to maintain an image that has emotions in the nuances. +
+ You are shaping yourself in the direction of the gods, what good does that do you? +
+I've never done this before, and when you officially join, you'll understand how resistant I am to religion. +
+Come on, one of your sons already respects you like a god. +
+ That's the path he chose, I can't ask him to change it. +
+ Have you asked him? +
+what? +
+This is psionic communication, Mr. Neos, so there is no possibility that you can't hear me clearly.You have heard my words clearly. +
+but+
+Also, the ghost is very angry with you, after all, you haven't even said a word to him till now. +
+ I can't force him to accept me, he has already defined his father's candidate in his mind. +
+ Does your definition of compulsion also include a simple greeting?You really opened my eyes. +
Shaking his head, Khalil hung up the psionic communication.The giant sitting on the main seat still maintained a calm expression, and that calm was firmly on his face like a mask.

And Khalil knew he was bleeding.

"So, what happened, Fulgrim?" Rogal Dorn asked his brother gravely.

'Pan Shi' seemed to have nothing to do with the banquet at the moment. He stood by the table with a serious expression that was daunting.There was no wave in his tone, but everyone could hear that he was asking questions.

"...I, I broke his heart."

Fulgrim raised his head, his gaze spread across the chandelier and tablecloth that fell vertically from the ceiling.There were five people around him, and he didn't look at any of them.

He said in a low voice, "I broke his heart, Roger"

"I want to describe it exactly." Roger Dorn asked calmly. "Like some description of your conversation, not this ambiguous topic."

"Are you going to make me disappoint myself again?!" Fulgrim growled suddenly. "I've been humiliated enough by my arrogance today!"

He covered his face with his hands and said no more.

Silence fell again.

But at this moment, the giant sitting on the main seat slowly stood up.He wiped the corners of his mouth with a clean and soft napkin, and then went straight to the door without a word of explanation.

Among the four present, only Khalil knew what he was going to do.

"...Father?" Lorgar called out blankly.

"Continue." With his back to them, the masked man said calmly. "Solve the problem."

It was almost as if he was giving orders.

Khalil couldn't help laughing, he really didn't understand how someone could be so awkward with his son, and he didn't even dare to say a superfluous word.

Do you care too much?
Interesting.He narrowed his eyes.

This expression was seen by Lorgar on the side, and the golden giant couldn't help but questioned: "Mr. Khalil, what are you laughing at? Does my father make you feel funny? Or is my brother's sadness making you laugh?" Do you find it ridiculous?"

"Neither." Khalil replied calmly.

He seemed completely indifferent to the questioning of Lorgar - such a demigod.

Roger Dorn frowned again: "Lorgar."

"No, Roger!"

Luo Jia stood up, firmly and persistently placed his right hand on a heavy tome on the table.He spoke loudly, and there was a bit of speech-like passion in his voice.

"Since none of you want to say anything, then I'll do it!"

"Mr Carrier, yes, you raised our brother, you took good care of him - we are grateful to you for that, Father even allowed you to have dinner with him! You know what an honor it is ?”

"but!"

"If you take this as evidence that you can act unscrupulously, then you are very wrong!"

Khalil frowned. "I've never been reckless—"

"—No, you have!" Lorgar raised his voice, interrupting and overshadowing Khalil's explanation with his voice.For a Primarch, such a thing is easy to do.

"I can see your manipulation of our brother Conrad Coates! Don't you dare say you don't? You talk to him in the local language, you let him out, and you—"

"—shh."

The cold temperature suddenly descended in the next instant, Luo Jia closed his mouth abruptly, and the muscles all over his body stiffened in an instant like stuck gears.

+Don't go overboard.+
+ You can totally educate them yourself. +
+I can't. +
With a long sigh, Khalil stood up slowly - this time, he didn't jump off the chair.

His stature was rising, two meters, three meters, four meters. He became taller than Lorgar, and he looked down at him, standing calmly by the table like that.

There is a forest blue light in the eyes that is intensely blazing.

"You misunderstood me a lot," Khalil said softly. "But I'm not surprised. After all, prejudice and arrogance are human nature. Although you are powerful, you are not immune."

His voice was very soft, but it clearly crossed the long table and reached the ears of Rogal Dorn, Fulgrim and Ferrus Manus.

As for Lorgar
Khalil's soft voice thundered in his ears.

"But listen up. Conrad Coates, or Midnight Haunter. He's a free man. He decides what he wants to do. He decides what he wants to do. I can't do it for him. decision, and I will never make a decision for him."

"manipulate?"

Khalil chuckled.

"Judging from your attire, the scriptures on your skin, and the ancient books in your hand, I can tell that you are probably a devout believer. Am I right?"

"Funny. Religions have been created to manipulate people's minds, fool their minds, and make them wallow in mud. And you're talking to me about manipulation?"

"You know nothing about me or him, Mr. Lorgar Aurelion, what made you say such a thing?"

"Is it your love for your brothers, or your belief in your father? The god in your eyes has been insulted, so you, a devout believer, want to restore this face for him?"

The smile dissipated, and he left the table coldly. The door slid open automatically without wind, and then closed suddenly.After that, a sentence resounded throughout the banquet hall.

"It's ridiculous."

A moment later, there was a furious roar.

　Make up the update, it is regarded as the compensation group was disbanded by me, I apologize again, I'm sorry everyone.

　　Furthermore, if you are interested, you can guess why Kalil became so strong in a short period of time and what will happen next.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)