40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 46 46. The First Lesson ([-])

Silently, Fulgrim placed his right hand on the handle of a wooden door.

Its surface was delicately embossed, finely grained in silver by some craftsman whose name he never knew, which made it strange to the touch.

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Silence, silence, silence.

The Chemos closed his eyes, raised his head, and took a deep breath.

He was wearing a lavender long-sleeved top, his long hair was tied up meticulously behind his head, and he had a serious posture, holding a black book in his arms.

Compared to his usual preference for silk and off-the-shoulder gowns, this attire hardly looked like himself.

Calm down, Fulgrim.You're just here for class, you're just here to tell your brother what he has to know.So you don't need to worry, you don't need to be afraid.
He opened his eyes, and then pushed open the wooden door.

Conrad Koz, wearing that black robe, was sitting at a desk, waiting quietly.

"Good day, Mr. Fulgrim," he greeted calmly. "Did you sleep well last night?"

".Conrad, you—"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Fulgrim realized how weak his tone sounded now - he didn't seem to be here for class, but rather to apologize.

Taking a deep breath, he quickly changed his posture.Fulgrim had spent a long time studying acting, so he could be anyone if he wanted to.

Calm came quickly, casting a calm shadow over his face.The Chemos raised his head and acted calmly. At the same time, he raised his right hand unobtrusively and patted the right pocket of his jacket casually.

There is a pendant in there.

"—I slept well last night," said Fulgrim quietly.

I didn't sleep at all.

"Really? That's fine."

Conrad Curze nodded lightly, then stood up and made way for Fulgrim - there is no so-called 'teaching room' on the Emperor Mirage, and this matter was also decided suddenly, Therefore, the classroom was temporarily designated as Conrad Koz's bedroom.

There is only one desk here.

Fulgrim narrowed his eyes, walked over without any fear, and then sat down calmly.His back was straight and his silver hair was tied back in a ponytail.

"Today is the first day of your class." The Chemos said. "Therefore, I will teach you some basic knowledge about the empire."

He paused, turned his head and glanced at Conrad Koz, who was standing expressionlessly, and asked inquiringly, "Do you have any questions?"

"No."

"very good."

Pursing his lips, Fulgrim placed the book in his arms on the table. It had no name, and the cover had obvious traces of handwork, and it was very old.

"This is my own induction and summary."

The Chemos rolled his eyes.

"It has been with me for a long time. Sixty-six years ago, I wrapped these soft papers with my own hands in the skin of a wild animal. Since then, I have always carried them, adding new knowledge, new pages. Numbers, new words, new feelings.”

He turned his head and looked at Conrad Koz: "Now, I will give it to you, Conrad."

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"Conrad?"

". How long have you thought about those words?"

Fulgrim was terrified.

"What?" he asked very quickly. "How long for what?"

"You elongated every last sound when you said that."

Conrad Koz said blankly. "It didn't sound like a normal conversation, so, I guess, you rehearsed this passage many times."

——What are you doing? !
How is he so sharp? !
The Chemos pursed his lips annoyedly: "No, Conrad. Although I did express that passage with emotion, I did not rehearse as many times as you said."

He paused for a moment, staring into a pair of dark eyes, and said sincerely: "It's not necessary, is it?"

".maybe."

Conrad Koz looked away, and he looked at the book: "Didn't you give it a name?"

".No."

"why?"

"Because I don't—wait, Conrad, I'm here to give you a lesson. Now, come sit down, we're short on time."

Fulgrim coughed: "There are still two weeks before your legion will arrive in Nostramo. You must learn this knowledge before then."

"What if I don't want to learn?" Conrad Coates asked.

The Chemos turned his head stiffly.

From those dark eyes, he realized that Conrad Koz was probably asking this question seriously.

".Why don't you want to learn?"

"Because I've never seen them before."

The pale giant frowned. "I was suddenly told that I have a group of blood sons. But I don't know them at all, Mr. Fulgrim, how should I face them?"

Slowly, the same depth appeared between Fulgrim's brows as his brother's.

For a while, he didn't even speak.

"...First delete the word "Mr." after my name, and I will give you a little suggestion, how about it, Conrad?"

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Conrad Koz turned away and muttered under his breath, "You're cheating."

Finally—Fulgrim sneered blatantly.

"I'm just cheating," he said curtly. "Anyway, I won't tell you if you don't remove those two damn words."

".Fulgrim," said the pale giant reluctantly. "Is this okay?"

what.

Small steps—major first steps!
Fulgrim nodded excitedly: "Very good!"

However, after that, he was abruptly silent.

He didn't know how to talk about that past to his brother.

Before his return, his legion was known as the Third Legion.Fulgrim met them on Terra. Unlike the concept of Legion, there are only 200 people left in the Third Legion.

200 people.

A harrowing scene loomed before his eyes, and Fulgrim could barely breathe just thinking about it.Two hundred people, two hundred people he has never met
200 people.

His two hundred sons.

The Chemos lowered his head, his opera-like elegant voice became deep and deep now, like a lament at a funeral.

"... Face it with a normal heart, Conrad." Fulgrim said in a low voice. "You have never met, yes, there is no doubt about it. But you need not worry about it."

"why?"

because
Fulgrim looked up gravely.

"Because you are their Primarch."

"Every Legion waits, my brother. They are numbered by their fathers, not names, for only their own Primarchs are truly worthy to give them names."

"They were selected, trained, transformed, and injected with our hemoglobin. They have never met, but they already have a blood connection with us. This connection is pure, clear, and irresistible. "

"As long as you see it with your own eyes, you will understand."

"...But what if I don't deserve it?" Conrad Koz asked softly.

His question made the Chemos look at him in disbelief.

"I can't do anything right," said the pale giant, bowing his head. "I didn't make Nostramo better, Khalil has been doing it."

"I didn't save Khalil. If it wasn't for him, then Khalil would have died."

"I didn't complete my first solo action. I was chased half the city, and then I was shot in the back with a hunting gun. I fell down in the alley like some kind of animal."

Fulgrim opened his mouth, but found himself speechless.

Is this your past, Conrad?

"...Also, I messed up last night's banquet."

Curz said in a low voice, the frustration in his tone was obvious. "I didn't want to do that, but I didn't hold back, I shouldn't have thrown that pendant in front of you. And Lorgar, he"

"He deserved that beating," said Fulgrim suddenly and grimly.

His words made Conrad Curz raise his head in surprise.

"He is talking nonsense to someone he doesn't understand at all, even though it comes from love and a good heart. However, people who have done wrong things should be punished."

Fulgrim shook his head.

"Also, Conrad. You're not as good for nothing as you say you are."

Unconsciously, the pale giant nervously waited for Fulgrim's next words - he had told himself countless times to ignore Fulgrim before the latter opened the door, but he failed to do this after all. thing.

He also wears the clothes Fulgrim gave him.

"You saved Khalil Rohals," Fulgrim said quietly. "If it weren't for you, he would have burned himself to death with the kind of fire he lit himself."

The ghost stared at him blankly.

"You are an anchor."

Fulgrim explained patiently. "He obviously has a lot of secrets in him, doesn't he? His strength, his vast knowledge, his creed that is so different from the Nostramo's. It's all very obvious, isn't it?"

Specter thought carefully, then widened his eyes in shock, and nodded.

"I don't know who he is, but he is clearly a kind man. He has despaired of Nostramo's environment, and you are the only reason why he is still normal and sane, Conrad. Otherwise why do you think he would—"

Fulgrim stopped and said nothing more.

"What does he want?" Ghost asked urgently.

He turned a blind eye to Lorgar's insult.He also pretended not to hear the provocation.Only when it comes to you, only when Lorgar describes you as a child who knows nothing.
Fulgrim shook his head calmly, a picture emerged in his mind, two dots of cold blue light emerged.

And a giant with an angry distorted expression.

"It's nothing, Conrad," the Chemos said slowly.

"you can not do that!"

"How?"

"You can't—you can't, I, I want to hear the answer to that question!"

Fulgrim smiled slightly, touched the pendant in his pocket again, his eyes were gentle.

"Let's keep going, shall we?" he asked softly. "After today's class is over, I will tell you the answer."

Conrad Koz watched him for a while, and finally moved a second chair quickly, and sat at the desk with him.

　Who said I was pouted?I just flinched!Night Lords, capture these traitors!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)