40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 719 11. Joint Consultation (II)

Generally speaking, within the Empire, a sage of Belisarius Cawl's status would receive a very grand welcome no matter which world he visited.

The local governor would definitely take action personally, put on the extremely fawning smile they had before they came to power, squeeze out all the wrinkles on their face, and do everything they could just to lick a little dust from the fingers of the honorable Grand Magus of the Mechanicus.

And does Kaur like this kind of thing?

The answer is a capital D.O. with the seal of Ohm the Messiah on it, and a spit from him, if he has any left.

Not to mention how many years he had spent alone in Sosa, even when he was younger, getting involved in politics and attending various balls had never been something Belisarius Cawl would put on his daily schedule.

He was not interested in the huge benefits and easy promotions, and only focused on his own ideals.

So, what is his ideal?

Serving Ohm Messiah without any bottom line like a fanatic, and giving up everything for a little bit of scientific discovery?
Are you obsessed with the beauty of machinery, focusing only on studying the harmony between gears and transmission belts, and ignoring the outside world?
Are you fascinated by the might displayed by the God of All Things, and are you determined to follow His footsteps endlessly, forging guns and cannons, and mastering stronger destructive power?
The answer is no to all three. However, except for one person, almost no one had ever asked Kaur this question. So when that person asked him, the great sage even felt a little at a loss.

At that time, he asked the other party: "You won't laugh at me, will you?"

"No," the golden sun in his mind replied. "I promise you."

So Kaur said, “I want to save humanity.”

"Is that all?"

Call shook his head.

"Then what else do you want?"

"I also want to drown all the aliens, traitors and demons in this universe. I also want the so-called Chaos Gods to wag their tails and beg for mercy from us. I want them to repent, scream, cry and beg for mercy for what they have done to humans like the most humble slaves. And then I want to kill them."

"Very good." The sun said with a smile. "But how are you going to do it?"

"First, I have to save a child."
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"First, I want to make the boy feel better," Belisarius Cawl said.

He spoke in a loud voice and had a somewhat arrogant manner—a quality that his large frame could easily convey by simply raising his head. Strangely, no one present noticed this.

His behavior was condoned.

Kaul bent down, and three appendages extended from his back. The turbid or clear medicine was contained in a glass tube and was shaken gently.

He reached out his hand - his own hand, not an appendage - and roughly grabbed the medical arm beside him, placing all the potions on it, without any intention of explaining what these potions did.

Seeing this, the other person who was in the operating room with him could no longer remain silent. He reached out and pulled back the medical arm, preventing Kaul from injecting them into the child on the iron bed, and frowned at the same time.

"Terra, for goodness sake! Don't you know that this child cannot use any form of anesthetics, painkillers, or hallucinogens? Did you even read the information I gave you?"

Kaul laughed twice in a strange way, hoarse and unpleasant. "Of course I have read it, respected Medical Officer Jairzinho Guzman. The medical association named after you often cooperates with the Mechanicus."

The deep frown on Guzman's brow became more and more obvious. He stared at Call for a long time before letting him go and letting him continue.

The great sage nodded happily at him and injected all three tubes of potion into the arms of Sarlon, who was staring at them endlessly, and the effects soon appeared.

But just half a minute later, the child, whose chest was still wrapped in gauze, blinked in surprise and whispered, "I don't think it hurts that much anymore?"

Guzman turned around in an instant and grabbed one of Call's appendages, immobilizing it with such force that it even creaked. His face was extremely gloomy, on the verge of rage.

"If this isn't a painkiller, what is it? You'd better explain it to me."

"Of course this is not a painkiller, my good medical officer." Kawl was not annoyed, but his tone was slightly mocking. "In fact, these three tubes of medicine come from an alien race - the Eldar. You must know that, right?"

"This race is depraved and mean, with no sense of shame. They pursue pleasure without limits and without limits, and thus cause great disasters. Although they are already a group of dead species, they still have some valuable things, such as soul stones and the three tubes of medicine I just injected into our patient."

"In the language of the Eldar, they call it 'deception'. It is a wonderful drug, but it is not for enjoyment, but for torture."

"This drug can make a person lose their five senses for a short period of time, while keeping them conscious. Its effect can even last for at least twenty-four Terra hours. So, can you let me go?"

Guzman looked at him coldly, unmoved, and asked: "You are taking advantage of this. Even if it is not a painkiller, it is a paralyzing drug. Who gave you the courage to do this without experimenting? Do you understand that you may kill him?"

"Ah, the man who gave me courage has a resounding name." The great sage raised the index finger of his right hand. "His name is Belisarius Cawl, have you heard of him?"

Guzman took a deep breath, shook off his appendage fiercely, walked over to Sarron, took his right hand, and spoke in a low voice.

"You heard what he said, kid, you will lose your five senses for the next twenty-four hours but I promise you, I will always be here. I will hold your hand, okay? When you recover, you will see me."

Sarron nodded to him and tried his best to smile - he tried hard to remain calm, but still couldn't help but scream in panic two minutes later.

"Are you still there? Doctor? Emperor! Why can't I see anything?"

"I'm here," Guzman told him, squeezing his right hand. "I'm here, Sarron."

Seeing this, Kaul's expression became a little strange, and then he muttered "I need to leave to get some materials" and turned to leave the operating room.

The three people who were watching the consultation in the medical hall all gave him different looks. There was anger in Sol Tarvitz's eyes, and Fulgrim's was a warning mixed with annoyance. Only Khalil Rohars was completely calm, and even had a hint of apology in his eyes.

It didn't take Kaur long to figure out who he was apologizing for.

He couldn't help but sigh, thinking that although this lord was noble and respectable, he was too principled. Just like Robert Guilliman.

An idea came to his chaotic mind: I'd better let him know only what he should know.

The second thought followed closely: You are looking for death, you'd better not betray his trust.

A third thought suddenly occurred to me: I’m Belisarius Cole!

The fourth thought ended it all: Yeah, yeah, and he's Caryl Rohals, and you better be respectful. Respectful! Get it?!
I understand.

Supporting the scepter in his hand, Kaul slowed down his pace, tremblingly maneuvered his huge body to walk in front of the three people, bowed respectfully, and then walked in front of Khalil to apologize to him. "I'm sorry for the conflict with one of your legion, sir. I have been working alone for too long and it is difficult for me to adapt to working with others. I will try my best to adjust."

Khalil said nothing, but shook his head. Sol Tarvitz snorted coldly.

"He spent nearly a week preparing for the meeting three hours ago, collecting all kinds of data, and you were sarcastic the entire time during that meeting - I know that you red robes of the Mechanicus are difficult to get along with, but he is Jairzinho Guzmán!"

Call turned and bowed to him again, speaking in a calm voice.

"Yes, Lord Tarvitz, I know who he is but I must point out that while he is an experienced and highly skilled medical officer, he still cannot match my expertise in biotechnology."

"Arrogance!" Saul Tarvitz snapped.

"No, it's not arrogance, but self-confidence. Although I am indeed a narcissistic and annoying bastard in life, please believe that in the technology of biological modification, I, Belisarius Cawl, am only behind our emperor."

He straightened up, his prosthetic eye glowing blue.

"I swear on my name," he said in a low voice. "I will definitely cure this child."

Seeing this, Fulgrim spoke gloomily and entered the conversation.

"I believe in your skills, Master Belisarius Cawl, but I must verify everything."

"It is true that you are one of the great sages of the Mechanicus, but compared to others, your reputation is not that prominent. Perhaps my brother Robert knows you better, but that is also based on his long-term cooperation with you."

"Words are not enough. Besides, you haven't told anyone a word about your thoughts since you landed in Chemos. In other words, you have to come up with something to convince me, Kaul."

Phoenix looked at him calmly, raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist.

"You have to convince me," he said slowly. "Otherwise, I will never allow someone who can use alien things on my offspring at will to continue to be so presumptuous."

Kaul pondered for a moment, looked back at the sleeping boy through the bulletproof glass, then turned around, expressed his humble agreement, and requested about twenty minutes of 'round trip time'.

After getting permission, his huge and bloated body rushed out of the medical hall with an agility that was totally inconsistent with his size. The sound was so frightening that even through the wall one could hear the heavy footsteps.
It wasn't until he was completely gone that Khalil finally said a word.

"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about his character in advance. These two quarrels could have been avoided. However, as he himself said, his professionalism is absolutely impeccable."

"Belisarius Cawl truly lived for 10,000 years. Although he spent most of his time on Sosa and is somewhat unknown, his research has benefited the people of the Five Hundred Worlds and surrounding galaxies for dozens of centuries."

"These inventions will soon be officially returned to the Empire, just like the Torchbearer Bolter he created, bringing new advances to the Empire's technology."

Fulgrim frowned deeply.

"I've never seen you make excuses for anyone else before, Khalil. You never did that even for Conrad. Who is this arrogant and conceited guy that you can trust him like this? I checked him out, and he's not even a biological sage!"

"I am not making excuses for him, but describing a fact, Fugen - I trust him, and I believe he can work together with Jairzinho to solve your army's problems."

"Why?" Fulgrim asked sincerely. "I beg you to tell me why."

Khalil sighed, raised his head, looked directly into those eyes, and spoke word by word.

"There are two reasons. First, he possesses an extremely valuable treasure called the Blood Stack, which contains the genetic material of all the Primarchs."

Saul Tarvitz turned his head sharply, and Fulgrim's eyes changed in an instant.

"Second, I have communicated with the Emperor in his consciousness."

Saul Tarvitz opened his mouth unconsciously, and Fulgrim shouted out instinctively.

"impossible!"

Khalil nodded calmly, doubling down on his denial.

"Anything is possible, Fulgrim. As I said, he has lived for 10,000 years. His mind has long been fragmented to the point where it cannot be calculated. His knowledge and memory are so much that they need to be stored in countless memory units and cleared regularly."

"Your father foresaw this long ago, and placed a little of his power within Cawl's mind. It was in this way that I met the Emperor's shadow in his mind five years ago."

Fulgrim raised his hands and covered his face. After several minutes, he asked, "How is my father?"

"Which one? If you mean the shadow in Belisarius Cawl's memory, he has long since dissipated and his fragments have been recycled. If you mean your real father."

Khalil pondered for a few seconds, then suddenly called out, "Pull."

The tribune stepped quietly from the shadow of the wall behind him, meeting the gaze of Sol Tarvitz and Fulgrim, and removed his helmet, revealing his dark face.

"The master is slowly recovering."

As soon as he spoke, Fulgrim's pupils shrank sharply. But he ignored it and continued firmly. But the tone was unnaturally soft.

"Ten thousand years ago, in that battle, the Lord risked everything and tied his hopes to ours."

"Throughout these ten thousand years, hope has always been uncertain, like a candle in the wind. But thanks to your sacrifices, it has never been extinguished. And now, the flame has completely stabilized, waiting for an opportunity to burn brightly."

The Custodian put on his helmet and returned to the shadows. His stealth skills were as good as those of the Raven Guard, but this scene failed to attract the attention of Fulgrim and Saul Tarvitz, who were busy with other things.

The Chemos raised his head and held back his tears. The Justice stared at the ground, took a few breaths, and then smiled in a very restrained way. And this smile could no longer be stopped.

"I rarely feel that a person's laughter is worse than crying, Tarvitz."

Khalil said thoughtfully, and shifted his gaze to get closer to the bulletproof glass, looking inside and giving a reminder at the same time.

"There are still seventeen minutes left before the round trip time required by the Great Sage Kaul ends. Try to stay calm, both of you, and don't let that annoying red-robed ghost make a fool of himself."

(End of this chapter)