How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 155 Mirror Decal Yellow (?)
Savita was grinning in front of the mirror in the infirmary.

It's not that he suddenly discovered his childlike innocence, but that he has to make his future self look more straight-he himself doesn't care about this issue very much, but Jeanne Alter does.The process of being forcibly brought here by his own power armor was really uncomfortable. In this case, he didn't mind following the wishes of his usually invisible partner. It was actually dispensable for him to complete this task. thing.

The instigator who made Iago Severtalion grin in front of the mirror was perched on top of an IV stand, looking down at what was happening in this small room with five terrifying eyes that glowed red.He didn't speak or even make a sound, but it was clearly written in every eye: This matter is not over yet.

I knew it wouldn't be that simple.Sevatar sighed and thought, turning his attention back to his face that was torn with the helmet in the mirror, and then tried to put his face back together.

It's hard to explain clearly how the whole thing happened, the scene was so confusing.When Kaelia appeared holding the raven tightly rolled up in clothes, everyone present was stunned by this unimagined development—perhaps including the raven itself, but for the original body In other words, they have a thinking speed that ordinary people cannot imagine, so the time required to react is basically negligible.

Then, He gave a very "Raven" cry (the cry was really loud and unpleasant), and then easily tore the wrapping of clothes and broke free from Kaelia's arms.Sevatar didn't know what the others were doing at this time. He only knew that out of some fear from the bottom of his heart, he ordered the chain that was the same as the armor he was wearing and was woven with magic power. The saw halberd appeared in the air, and then he was hit in the face by something dark and glowing with red light, and his cheek suffered a sharp pain from the creaking sound of the helmet.

Although if Jeanne Alter had not released some hatred in time to force him back, one of Sevita's eyeballs would have been destroyed in the next moment, but in fact, judging from the result, he was not seriously injured.It was true that half of his face was torn apart by a raven in one encounter, but it was just a flesh wound.For Space Marines, their own healing abilities are sufficient to allow wounds of similar depth to scab over in seconds and heal within two or three days.If a similar wound wasn't on his face, he wouldn't bother to deal with it, even if his partner urged him to do so.

"You are so unscrupulous, my dear good uncle." He carefully tore open the blood scabs that fixed the misplaced skin, pressed the remaining parts back to their correct positions, and waited for them to be removed by a new round. The blood coagulation was fixed again, and he continued to be angry with the raven on the top of the IV stand, "I know that there are many old grudges between you and us, but isn't it a bit too much to not even say hello?"

This could obviously be seen as provocation, but the raven still didn't say anything about it, and just made some low cooing sounds, possibly expressing dissatisfaction.Sevatar was a little confused about the situation for a while: although according to Fujimaru Ritsuka, this was of course Corvos Corax, the original member of the Raven Guard, or at least, a part of him.But... 1 years have passed, does he really think that he has become a raven now?

Savita, who had not tested the results, turned to the mirror again with this suspicion. At the same time, someone pushed a small oblate jar with a slight pleasant fragrance from beside him. It looked like Some ointment he didn't recognize.

"I said I don't have to-" Savita, who thought the person coming was Jeanne d'Arc Alter, turned her head in that direction with a little impatience.But what he saw was Arjuna with his arms folded and looking reluctant.

"This is an ointment for removing scars. Apply it to the scars after they heal." He said to Savita. "Considering that you sometimes need to perform guard work around the Master, you should at least pay minimum attention to your appearance. meter."

"It sounds like you are her big housekeeper." Savita muttered loudly reluctantly, determined to let Arjuna hear clearly, "I am just a bird crawling out of the gutter. Rats, after going around in circles, will eventually return to the gutter. Why do you have to arrange yourself according to the standards of servants of princes and nobles? "

"Because I am a prince and noble, and I can't stand it. If you need to know this." Arjuna said calmly, "I think my master is worthy of all this, or to put it more bluntly, I don’t think you are worthy of my Master.”

Savita stared at the other person dissatisfiedly for a few seconds, then took away the small can he brought: "I won't quarrel with the volcano cannon."

Arjuna raised his eyebrows a little dangerously, but before he spoke, Savita, who turned back to the mirror and looked at himself, added: "I have nothing to refute. Maybe keep this power armor." The Sevatar who was given to me was worthy to stand beside her, but I am nothing but a sinner.”

The mirror faithfully reflected Sevatar's hands after taking off his armor, with bright red blood imprinted on all his fingers covered with old scars.In the past of the Eighth Legion, those hands had been tortured by physical "red gloves", and the embedded torture instruments tore his hands apart all the time until they were completely naked; but now, their original body has obviously found some more The fresh method reflects his unique aesthetics on trial and punishment.

Those reds were not dyed red by the new blood that flowed out after he tore open the scab on his face. They lingered there with some supernatural power, bringing an eternal and vivid pain and becoming an indelible mark. A permanent reminder of his past sins.

Killing, parricide, torture not inflicted as punishment, stupidity, blind obedience - above all blind obedience.

He followed his genetic father too blindly.He made many mistakes under Konrad Curze's wrong orders. Even if he knew they were wrong, he would find a way to convince himself that they were orders from the Primarch, and the Primarch was infallible. .He was even willing to pull the trigger on his own hometown and slaughter those in the fleet who were unwilling to carry out this order.In fact, he knew in his heart that he shouldn't do this, but if it happened again, he felt that he would still do it.He had nothing to defend against rebelling against the Empire.The Eighth Legion has always been a marginalized member of the Empire. Who would like an army composed of criminals and prisoners?Of course, there are various other reasons for this result, but the result is destined: in the empire, they will always receive cold treatment.As for the crimes committed against other loyal legions - they were all seen on the battlefield. Do we still need to be gentle, courteous and thrifty?

Calculated in this way, almost all of his more serious crimes can be classified as "knowingly committing crimes, plus one level of crime".He doesn't regret it, but he also doesn't claim to have lived an aboveboard life.As he said himself, he was a rat crawling out of the gutter, and his final destination could only be to go back to the gutter.

However, the "Savitar" who appeared like a dream was different.Savita didn't want to mention this one more, as it would only reflect how miserable his own life was.But at least, the other Sevatar can tell everyone openly that he has guarded his Nostramo, his hometown, his comrades, and his mortal blood relatives who may still be there or may not be there.From an objective point of view, it was really beautiful, and it didn't even look like a battle that the Night Lords could fight.

It's irritating to think about it any more.Sevatar forcibly withdrew his thoughts so that he could focus on the current situation.To the outside world, he just looked at his messed-up face for a few more seconds after finishing his sentence, and then spoke again: "Speaking of this, since you are even picky about the appearance of the guards around her, why? Why don't you say a few bad words about the inquisitor to her? Then we can deal with this unstable factor quietly."

"The Master has made a decision." Arjuna said calmly, "In this case, what we should do is to implement it instead of trying to change the decision itself by using treacherous means."

"What you say makes sense, but I see that -" Seveta tore off another blood scab that needed to be adjusted while speaking, "-I see that this 'decision' is not very appropriate."

"I don't think there's anything wrong." The tone of the heroic spirit in white suddenly became harsh, "Is it just because Judge Hastings planned an assassination against the Master?"

"Isn't this 'inappropriate' enough?" Saiweita felt a little confused. "Ten thousand steps back, without talking about her current importance in the entire empire, how could anyone put this kind of time bomb that may indeed cause their own death? Keep it next to you?"

When the topic turned here, Arjuna's attitude softened a little, but he still refused to let go: "In my opinion, this just once again reflects her tolerance. If she doesn't even have this tolerance, she He cannot become a master recognized by the entire Chaldea."

"But aren't you worried that 'something might actually happen'? She may well have made a wrong decision in this matter."

"That's why she needs us by her side." Arjuna replied calmly, "No matter what, she is just a 'person'. People make mistakes, and no one can always be right. What she did The decision may be right or wrong. No one can make a conclusion until things progress to the stage where the results can be seen. What we need to do is to prevent what is going to happen next before we notice that the whole thing is slipping into bad results. everything."

"That doesn't sound very appropriate." Savita put together the last piece of his flesh and wiped his face with a wet towel. Now he looks much more normal, no longer so scary, just like half of his face has been jagged. A blood-red spider web was printed on the ground. "If I were more educated, I might accuse you of being a bit 'foolishly loyal'."

"I have read some relevant records. Judging from my superficial understanding, you are not qualified to say this." Faced with Saiweita's strange aura, Arjuna counterattacked unwaveringly, "No more The reporter said that she herself had predicted this. She had entrusted it to several heroic spirits she trusted most..."

He stopped talking, because at this time, Jeanne d'Arc Alter, who had simply repaired her spiritual power, walked out of the suite inside.

"I know about this," she said very angrily, "and I put my words here so that you have to get through me first."

　Miwu (six o'clock)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)