Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 24 The Concealer

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Inside the cave.

The gladiators walked from the hot red sand into the cool cave, and everyone sat on the ground exhausted.

Under the gaze of everyone, Qin Xia closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, as usual.

Everyone was silent for a while, then Kleist stood up and walked towards Qin Xia, standing and looking at him straight in the eye.

Qin Xia responded with a sharp look, because Crest didn't look like he was going to apologize for what he had said when he entered the battle area.

"Well..." Crest took a deep breath, "I was wrong. You were right when we were in the arena, and I also think you were right. I shouldn't have picked a quarrel and scolded you."

Qin Xia stared at Crest, a dark and sturdy man whose gender could not be determined without listening to his voice: "That's it?"

"..." Crest pursed his lips, said nothing, and just nodded slightly to indicate that was it.

"That's it?" Qin Xia shook his head left and right. "That's it, that's it?"

"Okay." Kleist also felt that he was not very sincere, so after thinking it over, he said, "I'm a bitch, I'm sorry."

Qin Xia looked at Crest with a smile on his face.

He was surprised that Crest actually came to apologize, but did not kneel down as he had said before.

Crest could have clearly played dumb and denied it, then slowly used friendship to resolve the issue in future fights.

"You actually came here to apologize." Qin Xia told the truth, "I just said that at the time..."

"I'm not a wimp who can't afford to lose." Kleist raised his head. "If I look down on you and you prove me wrong, I will apologize to you. I can afford to lose and I won't default on my debts."

"That's true." Honor, who was leaning against the wall, interjected, "Crest is the only one here who never cheated after losing a card game. The only one."

Hearing this, Angron, who was sitting on the ground, turned to look at Ono.

The Primarch's eyes seemed to be asking: Have you ever cheated after losing a card game?
"What are you looking at me for?" Ono said solemnly, "I don't play cards."

After hearing what Ono said, Qin Xia touched the back of his head awkwardly, and did not comment on the matter of cheating in playing cards.

He felt that Crest was indeed the only one here who didn't cheat when playing cards.

The kind that has never been seen before or since.

Because he would often cheat when he lost a card game in the White Scars, relying on the fact that he was Little Deng, and the Astartes would really laugh it off because he looked like a child.

I even learned from the think tank how to use psychic powers to change cards.

As for going to the Grey Knights later, since they didn't play cards, there was no chance to cheat.

Thinking of this, Qin Xia changed the subject: "Crest. I know I was just a newcomer at that time, and I shouldn't have told you about something that you had already made the same judgment about just because I was worried."

"You can afford to lose, and I can afford to win. From now on, I will leave my back to you, and you can leave your back to me, too."

Qin Xia extended his hand to Crest.

"Hey." Crest grinned, held Qin Xia's big hand and shook it up and down.

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at the same time.

Outside the luxurious viewing room of the Colosseum's VIP seats, the person in charge of the Colosseum walked slowly to the door with his head lowered.

Two modified guards who were almost equivalent to Iron Man stopped the person in charge.

The sound of their reports was transmitted through the chip in their brains and heard by their colleagues in the room, and then they received a response.

"Go in," said the guard.

The person in charge nodded and came to the door.

He put his hand on the door handle, but hesitated, but finally made up his mind to enter the room.

Everything here is made of gold and is specially used for nobles to watch gladiatorial fights.

Everything in this room is worth enough to buy the lives of a hundred gladiators, and the device that erases the room from anyone else's sight is even more priceless.

"Lord Tark."

The person in charge looked at the back of the figure beside the fence with a serious expression. A man was standing at the edge of the fence, admiring the ongoing fight, gently shaking the wine glass in his hand, obviously with great interest.

The man was the patriarch of the Tark family.

He was so noble that others could not call him by his name, but could only call him by his extremely noble surname.

"It's a very exciting fight." Tark turned around and raised his glass to the person in charge with an expressionless face.

The feeling that the patriarch of the Tark family gives to the person in charge is cold, standing like a mountain, and indifferent to everything.

"You asked me why I hid the fact that the big guy was a wizard." Turk said, "Now you should know. Because I wanted him to bring this sudden gladiatorial effect. If my nephews knew that he was a wizard, they would not dare to go on the field. That would be boring, wouldn't it?"

Hearing this, the person in charge looked solemn and nodded in agreement: "Yes, I think your idea is very correct, so this is how I arranged it."

"I really like you. The previous person in charge was not as useful as you." Tark nodded expressionlessly, turned around coldly, and continued to watch the gladiators in the arena chasing the remaining slave knights.

"It is an honor for me, my ancestors and the entire family, sir." The person in charge still had a solemn expression on his face, as if he was facing a cold-blooded beast. Being praised did not make him happy, but instead made him sweat profusely.

A moment of silence.

The person in charge organized his words and spoke again: "According to convention, wizards will be sent to the Julius family after being discovered, but you said that this wizard is still useful, so I told them to get out..."

"Wait." Tark turned around and looked at the person in charge in disbelief, "You said...you said according to convention?"

The person in charge nodded slightly and then shook his head.

"You..." Tark stared at the person in charge, his tone as if he was frightened, "How... have you forgotten who your master is? How dare you say this word to me? According to convention? According to convention, I can't even be the tribe leader... You should know that I hate convention the most."

The person in charge was so scared that he was shaking all over.

"Haha!" Turk suddenly laughed, and put on a face that looked like he was watching a joke. "Don't be nervous. I'm not a cruel person. You don't have to be afraid of being killed by me just because of a word."

After hearing these words, the person in charge felt that he was saved.

But then, Turk returned to his cold expression: "But if you make a mistake, you should be punished, including me. Anyone who makes a mistake will be punished."

The guard stepped forward and punched the person in charge in the abdomen, then took out some medicine.

The man responsible had his intestines shattered, but drugs stuffed into his mouth later restored him to normal.

However, when he was punched, the person in charge spat out a mouthful of blood, which splashed on the cup in Turk's hand.

Turk looked at the blood on the wine glass.

The blood-red color made him dizzy and frightened.

The personal slave immediately stepped forward, took the wine glass, and put it where Tark couldn't see it.

In order to prevent others from seeing that he was afraid of blood, Turk forced a smile and said, "You served me for a whole year when you were little, so you should understand me. When I made mistakes when I was little, I was also punished, so you should do the same."

"Yes, yes, Chief, I understand." The person in charge nodded repeatedly, "I shouldn't have mentioned that word in front of you. It's my fault. It's my honor to be punished for it and to receive your forgiveness."

"Very good." Turk smiled more brightly and gently.

But the smile disappeared in an instant.

"The gladiators' carnival tonight will be moved to tomorrow, right?" Tark said coldly, "Let your wife and daughter go to the cave tomorrow as well."

The person in charge almost cried: "My dear master, this..."

"Shh, shh..." Turk put his index finger to his lips, "You know the rules."

After dealing with the person in charge, Tark turned around and looked at the arena. A rapturous smile suddenly appeared on his face: "My disgusting family has gained an unlucky guy whose descendants died completely, and there are also many widows... All because of my good idea and the selection of a good person."

"I will go find my brother after the fight is over. I want to admire the expression of this incomparable old bastard."

Talking to himself like a psychopath, Tark turned to look at the guard.

"Did you hear me?"

"Go to my brother's house now, make him suffer in front of the mirror, and then tell him that he must write down what he looks like now, and when I have time to go to his place..."

"He must fully and accurately perform the pain he is feeling at this moment, or I will marry all the women in his family to my slaves."

Hearing the master's order, the guard who was almost like an iron man scratched the iron cable extending from the Butcher's Nail in his brain, and then nodded: "Yes, master, I will go and supervise him now."

(End of this chapter)