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

Chapter 277 Dad is far away, but my wife (?) is very close

"I assure you that everything is under control and the atmosphere of our conversation was very harmonious."

Savita knew that this explanation was completely untenable based on the records in the simulation room itself, but that did not stop him from insisting on being so talkative: "Except for Sahar being restricted from moving, nothing happened that you don't want to see. You see, he didn't even have a scratch on his skin - well, he did have a scratch on his skin, but I guarantee you that the minor injury will be healed in half an hour."

Fujimaru Ritsuka has personally entered the cell created in the simulation room, and naturally, Jeanne d'Arc Alter followed him in. Sevatar had no doubt that a Sigismund was guarding the door of the simulation room. As long as the Black Knight subjectively believes that something is wrong inside, he will easily break in and tear everything "wrong" into pieces.

But now, the atmosphere remains peaceful. The Chaldean Master just crossed his arms and looked at the nonsense-talking Sevatar with regret, and commented: "What a shame, Sevatarion. Why didn't you go back when Terra besieged the city? Rogge will be happy. Seeing your face, he will definitely not be so worried about the defense of the palace. "

Ignoring the reactions of other people in the room to this hellish joke, Fujimaru Ritsuka took two steps forward amidst the laughter until Jeanne Alter grabbed her by the collar from behind: "I know you may be moving. But don’t get too close to him. He might even bite off your finger.”

"...Of course I understand." Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed.

Then, a light green light fell on the prisoner, and his presence was extremely strong in the dark cell. Sahar followed his fighting instinct and jumped up from where he was - that was the maximum movement he could do in the current situation - trying to escape. Of course, he failed without a doubt. But then, he realized that this might not be a bad thing: the whip wounds that were originally burning on his body were like fire or iron, and there was no pain that diminished over time, shrouded in green light. The moment of time quickly disappeared.

All the senses were at peace, and the body, which had been disturbed by toxins in its blood coagulation and self-healing functions, quickly started working on these open wounds. Under the proper physiological functions of the Astartes, the scars oozing with blood scabbed almost immediately, and the itching of the healed skin showed the efficiency of the corresponding cell division and replication. This was uncomfortable, and of course it was not torture. Even for Sahar, this reaction that symbolized his healing would bring him a sense of security - but he still half-hunched over and glared at this person. The little girl standing at the front, even though she had just "cured" him with some strange means.

Considering the attitude Sevatar displayed when facing her, it was difficult for Sahar to place her on his friendly side. He has not seen this kind of thing before: there is a knife hidden under the gentleness, and the gift is actually wrapped in poison. Alone and facing a fatal fate if he makes one wrong step, Sahar really doesn't have much room for error by "trusting others".

He thought his attitude would make the other person unhappy. This is a development that suits him - or in other words, he doesn't know how things can develop in this current situation where "he is already a prisoner". The relationship between the tortured and the interrogator is naturally antagonistic. In his combat experience, whether he was still in the legion or wandering after leaving the legion, he had never seen or believed that in the situation he was in In this case, who can I have a peaceful conversation with?

But Fujimaru Ritsuka obviously doesn’t think so. She stood in front of the chained Sahar - a deadly war machine shaped by biological alchemy - with a natural expression. She looked neither fierce nor embarrassed, nor contemptuous nor fearful. She did not look up. He didn't look down, as if he just met an ordinary person in an ordinary situation, so he asked in an ordinary manner:
"Saul Sahar, let's talk."

The attitude shown by the other party in which everything was perfectly emotionally centered miraculously calmed down the raging flames in Sahar's heart. He still didn't feel that he was being treated properly, but at least he was willing to reply:

"Who are you?"

"I advise you to be more respectful." The person who spoke up was Sevatar. "This noble lady directly represents the emperor's will - ouch."

Jeanne Alter, who was empty-handed, quickly kicked Sevita's calf in desperation. Before Sahar could figure out what was going on, he heard the little girl in front of him, who looked like a minor, sigh again with a heavy feeling completely inconsistent with her apparent age:

"Stop making trouble. Also, Savita Leon, do you have any obsession with saying the same sentence every time in a similar scene like 'Someone questions my identity'?"

"But Miss, this is fun." Sevita smiled playfully again as she had a premonition that the alarm was lifted, "You have to let me have some healthy entertainment - the expression everyone showed when they heard about your identity for the first time. Each has its own interesting points. What’s more, my brother’s understanding of the current situation is obviously less than ‘knowing nothing’.”

"Then this conversation becomes even more necessary." Fujimaru Ritsuka then concluded, "Sahar obviously needs a lesson on the current situation. And," she turned to the prisoner in front of her, "my name It’s Fujimaru Ritsuka. The owner of the ship you’re currently on is probably the one Judge Wilchak sent you to investigate.”

The prisoner hesitated, but ultimately did not comment on the metaphorical use of "make up a lesson." He also selectively ignored the little girl who announced her family name in front of him, and instead questioned Sevita in a rather irritated manner: "What? So, we are a group of great and cruel people who can stop children from crying at night. Did the Crow Prince finally return to the Emperor's service with his tail between his legs?"

This does seem fanciful, but Sahar is not blind. He could tell who was really taking the lead in the conversation after the ginger-haired girl came in.

This was also a provocation. Unfortunately, neither the neglected girl nor Sevita were offended by this sentence. The first one to respond lazily was the latter. Even though Sevatar's facial features were affected by the scar, he still perfectly made a proud expression. Sahar noticed that the scar on his brow bone seemed to have become shorter——

"That's a long story—"

"——So let's start with the more immediate and specific issues."

Before the smug Savita began his tirade triumphantly, Fujimaru Ritsuka nonchalantly interrupted the Midnight Lord's long sentence in the middle. The latter should have regarded this as a serious offense. In Sahar's experience, it was more natural for a Night Lord Astartes to let things develop in this direction, but Sevatar obviously did not feel dissatisfied. He just shrugged meaninglessly and shut his mouth.

Sahar should have been surprised by this situation, but he had no more surprised emotional energy to expend on this matter. When the prisoner discovered this, Fujimaru Ritsuka's straightforward and emotionless sentences did not stop:
"To put it bluntly, you are already a dead person with Judge Michaelia Wilchak." "——What did you say?!"

In the first moment, Sahar felt a little confused; but in the second moment, he realized what this conclusion represented. He didn't spend any energy questioning the truth of the statement, knowing that it was probably true - it sounded too logical.

When Sahar met Wilchak, he was out of ammunition and food and was desperate. Mita was also seriously injured and lacked medical treatment. He was obviously being tortured by something unknown in the subspace and kept making weak sounds. wailing. In this case, it was certainly not a good choice to surrender to Wilchak who didn't know why he suddenly became interested in them, but if they wanted to survive, it was the only choice.

Therefore, in the next two years, Sahar changed the painting of the power armor to the style of the Death Watch Black Shield, received water that could barely keep him alive and equipment that could barely allow him to complete the mission, and worked for Weir. Inquisitor Chuck serves. In fact, he did not obtain the corresponding procedures and identification. As long as someone looks into his identification number, he can see the clues. Unfortunately, fortunately or unfortunately, no one has done this in the past two years.

The Inquisitor had told him that if he could prove his worth in service, then he would regain an identity that could walk in the sun, and Mita Ashen's injuries would receive proper medical attention. and implants. Wilczak also said that Mitta's psychic powers were of corresponding value to her, and perhaps she would allow Mitta to gain a position of freedom and power as an acolyte by her side.

Unfortunately, apart from being able to provide treatment to Mita, Wilchak's promise had little appeal to Sahar. If Mita hadn't really needed treatment, this unstable cooperation that was only superficial would never have continued. Sahar did not trust Wilchak, and he did not believe a word of what the inquisitor said. And he knew that the old witch didn't trust him either.

"As you may know, Wilchak is under your, uh...temporal lobe..." Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed to want to struggle with the medical terms in Gothic, but she quickly gave up. It's somewhere in your brain. She planted a tiny bomb in your head. It's not very powerful, but it's enough to blow your brain into a pulp. After you got on my ship, Asclepius. Si gave you a full body check according to the procedures, and he successfully removed the bomb safely. Do you remember this part?"

Sahar shook his head in confusion, nodded again, shook his head again. He didn't know that Wilchak had done this to him at some point in time, and he had no memory of what happened after he lost consciousness during the mission, but he was completely convinced that the old witch must have had a crush on her. Did something. Everything Ritsuka Fujimaru has mentioned so far, except that the treatment as a prisoner is a bit too good, sounds completely reasonable.

"When I went to the infirmary to get your medical report, Asclepius told me: a few minutes before my arrival, the micro bomb was detonated by remote control." Fujimaru Ritsuka continued her straightforward narrative. , "Whatever the motivation, it's clear that she decided to give up on you. However, since you didn't really die from that bomb, I guess you will have to follow us. What do you think about this? Any objection?"

The chained Sahar let out a low, almost unhuman growl, not for himself, but for Mita.

Of course he had objections because Mita was still alive. Sahar had confirmed this with her own eyes, but she was only alive. A psyker like Mita would be of great help, but Sahar did not believe that a Lord Inquisitor would have the means to recruit an acolyte of the appropriate abilities should the need arise. The significance of the half-dead Mita to Wilchak is only to restrain Sahar's behavior, but if the old witch decides to give up Sahar, will she still spend time, manpower and resources to keep Mita alive? Even in that half-dead state?
Think quickly, Saul Sahar, think of a solution! He forced himself in extreme anger and panic. He had to figure out how to escape from the shackles, return to the black ship of the Tribunal, and tell the inquisitor who had killed a thousand swords as soon as possible that Sahar was still alive! And he must hurry up and race against time so that he can save Wilchak before she remembers Mita - and if he fails, then he will use everything he has to try his best to avenge Mita - —

"I think this means 'I have objections'." Fujimaru Ritsuka's attitude was still very calm. This may be because Sahar in front of her was indeed furious, but this anger was still well suppressed. Restricted by rune shackles, "So, which part of this decision do you disagree with?"

"All parts," Sahar said through gritted teeth.

Fujimaru Ritsuka still didn't look irritated. She just tilted her head helplessly: "You have to know that if we can't figure out the core of the problem, then we will never solve it. This kind of confrontational attitude It will only increase the efficiency of communication between us."

"In my opinion, there are no problems that need to be solved here." Saiweita muttered quietly at a volume that everyone could hear, "It's us who imprison him, and it's us who decide his fate." . Whether we want to spare his life or simply kill him, he has no right to resist or even refute."

He was able to finish a whole paragraph here, which is enough to prove that Joan of Arc Alter obviously has the same point of view. But Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't think so: "Don't do this. If he wants to get on the ship, I hope he'd better stay on the ship out of his own volition."

Savita turned her head and secretly rolled her eyes. He felt that he was very cautious and did not even let Jeanne Alter notice it, but he still received a kick accurately in the next second. Fujimaru Ritsuka and Sahar ignored the farce that happened on the side. The former did not care because he was accustomed to it, while the latter because of a stagnant atmosphere and gloomy future, he could only focus on the opposite side. On the young girl:
"What do you want?" he asked first. He actually didn't have much confidence, and what he could give was very little, so little that he could see through it at a glance and count it on one hand - but just like Judge Wilchak didn't kill him at that time, the man in front of him Fujimaru Ritsuka did not kill him, and even removed the time bomb in his brain. Would a person help an enemy he has never met for no reason? Sahar thinks not. In this case, this may mean that she also wants something from him, even if he doesn't know what it is.

But Fujimaru Ritsuka's answer was beyond his expectation: "I don't want anything."

She said this, and then slowly squatted down in front of Sahar, looking up at his eyes fixed to the wall by the collar:

"What we're talking about now is what do you want," she said.

　The classic Rain of Isis removes the abnormal status of friendly allies.

　　So of course heavyweight and impactful news must have a heavyweight and impactful way of presentation (?)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)