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

"So you're worried about the potential for sabotage and contamination of untested technology?"

"What untested technology? There is no untested technology here." Fujimaru Ritsuka continued to complain while pinching his fingers. "As long as I am alive, Chaos will not be able to do this kind of thing. What I am worried about is not the lighthouse itself, but the lighthouse itself." It will inevitably cause chain reactions: the Star Torch Hall will definitely be reorganized and set up a branch in Baal, and the Psionics Academy and the Black Ship Alliance will most likely re-plan the supply and routes of psykers from all over the empire. This has not yet been mentioned. How much paperwork is involved in the above issues that can be exploited, and the number of operable 'changes' and 'changes' involved in the reorganization of the imperial department are simply countless - I strongly suspect that when I look at the implementation of this plan, , the happiest one is not the emperor, but Tzeentch!”

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 275 He is also a first company commander, and I am also a first company commander!

"In case some noble Primarchs who lack memory continuity forget things too much, please allow me to confirm again here: Do you remember where I came from, right?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka leaned back in his chair and asked.

If she could change to a more private situation, she would be willing to speak more clearly. Although she and Sanguinius had made many important speeches in the main hall of the church in the mist, but after all, "You remember that I am also a Chosen God of Tzeentch" does not seem very likely to be used in Holy Blood. He said it openly in front of the guards and the chief think tank. For the sake of her own life, Fujimaru Ritsuka had to adopt a roundabout way, once again taking advantage of the information gap between them, and turned this reminder into a message that only she, Sanguinius and Sigis were present. A riddle that Mond could understand.

Then again, she felt that it was best to let Mephiston know this basic fact, although it was not appropriate at this moment. In this way, if any problem occurs on the Chaldean side, the Blood Angels can easily deal with it. She quietly added this showdown mission to her schedule, pretending not to notice the atmosphere her last sentence aroused, "It doesn't sound that heretical, but it probably contains some very heretical hints." Waiting for Sanguinius' reply.

"I should... definitely remember." Although he answered in the affirmative, Sanguinius' tone did not sound very convinced, "I have at least heard the version relayed by Azkalon, which is indeed very... shocking. memorable."

"You can just say it 'sounds fake'. To be honest, I am also very surprised that I can survive until now." As a master of euphemistic communication art, Fujimaru Ritsuka effortlessly read Sanguinius revealed the unfinished words that were covered under various adjectives, and he did not feel dissatisfied, "The process in this part is not important at the moment, the important thing is the beginning."

This does not mean that there is nothing worth mentioning in the "process", it is just that the person involved does not want to mention it. Fujimaru Ritsuka is certain and certain that the Crystal Maze Battle Royale is the worst intermission event she has ever experienced in her life, bar none. Chaldea suffered a lot of damage in the process. It is difficult to say that the reason why Chaldea was able to grab a chance to escape was because the final BOSS did not let him go. This directly led to Fujimaru Ritsuka being uncontrollably happy when she heard that Tzeentch was unlucky.

They are both foxes for thousands of years, so Sanguinius certainly knows what Fujimaru Ritsuka is emphasizing here. But he deliberately did not touch the direction related to the Lord of Change: "In my opinion, the result that you successfully reached the Star Torch is more important. No matter what the reason is."

"The connection between cause and effect is very complicated. Sometimes the cause and effect of something are often not what they seem. For example -" Fujimaru Ritsuka paused, "Wait a minute, I will definitely find a listener. It doesn’t sound like the argumentation method of the riddle told by Tzeentch..."

"I'm sure I know what you want to express, so don't bother." Sanguinius said with a clear smile, "Let me remind you that no plan in this world can be called perfect. We are making Any decision-making requires taking corresponding risks. What's more, in a war that seems to be losing, if a strategy has a probability of more than 50% to turn over but is not adopted, then the commander will at least be accused of cowardice. Fight."

The current empire is already in a bad state. There is no essential difference between being bad and getting worse, but what if it gets better? ——

Sahar realized an answer within a few seconds - "Why did he, as a Terran descendant of the Night Lords who played almost all the games in the Great Crusade, lose to him in the competition for captain?" Sevita is a total newbie" answer.

From an objective point of view, the conclusion reached by Sahar at this time is undoubtedly one-sided and limited. This answer obviously cannot explain why Sahar failed to obtain an important enough position in the command sequence of the legion before Sevatar joined the legion, but at least it is intuitive enough for him here and now. , and the reasons are convincing enough:

After the provocation, he was slapped by Sevita as expected. In the current scene, or among the Night Lords, this is normal. Even if he were to change positions, Sahar would choose to do this to the prisoner who provoked him. Therefore, he fully anticipated this attack and was fully prepared for the pain caused by the attack - but that was not the problem.

The problem is that Sevita's move was obviously in person, and Sahar could hardly capture the moment when he took action. It wasn't until he was hit hard on the cheek, the smell of blood accompanied by burning pain, and a "buzzing" sound spread in his nose and mouth, that his reflex nerves captured what he had seen. All the clues were transmitted to his brain, accurately connecting the cause and effect of the whole incident.

... Is the gap between him and the Lord of the Black Armored Guard that big?

Before he could recall anything about this issue, he was grabbed by the roots of his hair by Sevita and forced to rearrange his head and gaze. The nauseating dizziness came to him again, but Sahar knew that this time it was not that serious. At least all of his teeth were still in their place, just slightly loose. He could have taken advantage of the situation and spat a mouthful of blood on Savita's face, but after thinking about it, he decided not to do so for the time being.

"We are considered 'old acquaintances' no matter what, and you and I both know what will happen next." Sevatar used a technique Sahar is familiar with, one that often appeared in the Night Lords' legions thousands of years ago. Gothic with a Nostramo accent hissed softly, "Provoking me will do you no good, and you know it."

This is true. Sahar can identify with that part.

Then he chose to spit a mouthful of blood on Sevita's face.

This is not entirely an unnecessary battle of tempers. You know, this is not a "just be obedient and you'll be fine" situation. Even a blind person can tell from the current atmosphere that this is an interrogation. In an interrogation, the person under interrogation often needs to use various means to resist or avoid the interrogator's right to speak in order to protect his or her secrets. This is a matter of course - but this kind of face-to-face provocation and highlighting of "I" It has to be said that the "die together" approach is probably a unique tradition of the Night Lords.

Besides, Sahar thought he had to go back. Therefore, he always has to find a way to provoke the other party so that he can be released from the shackles. But somewhat to his surprise, Savita was not irritated, but instead smiled:

"Indeed, I can understand you. But I am really annoyed by this now. You understand that, right?"

Then, Sahar saw an oncoming straight punch, which was also too fast to react. After that, he must have lost consciousness for a few seconds. After he regained consciousness, he was not surprised to find that his nose was bleeding again and then stopped. The coagulated blood scab hindered his breathing to a certain extent. In addition, one of his canine teeth, which was no longer strong, was pressing against his tongue at an unnatural angle. He spat out the tooth that was completely broken and found that Sevatar had moved away from its original position, and there was a soft sound of leather friction in the darkness further away.

Sahar recognized it as the sound of a whip. The traditional punishment of flogging is very common in the legion, which directly leads to the fact that most of the Night Children have rich experience in both implementing and receiving flogging, and the same goes for Sahar, so he will never admit his mistakes.

"Are you applying neurotoxin to the whip?" He asked into the darkness that he couldn't see due to the angle, and he was unhappy to find that his voice sounded a little rough due to poor breathing. "Isn't this too old-fashioned? a little?"

"I'm sorry to bore you, but you have to know that I'm bored right now too." Sevatar's voice slowly approached from the blind spot of Sahar's sight, little by little, at an unnecessarily slow pace - It is entirely to add some psychological pressure to the prisoners who will be tortured. Sahar knew this trick and was good at using it himself, so he didn't think he would be frightened by it.

"I should be very free during this period. I could just read books in the library, listen to music, play cards, or do other similar things that can be regarded as self-cultivation." This is only half true. Yes, Sevita is not really that free, but Sahar doesn't know, "The arrival of your uninvited guest really disrupted a lot of my arrangements. Impolite guy."

The tip of the whip that broke through the air, together with the last words, whizzed menacingly past the side of Sahar's face. This "attack" was done very skillfully, not injuring the muscles on Sahar's cheek, but accurately scraping off a piece of his skin. The capillaries slowly oozed blood from the wound, flowing down his jaw and into his neck with a slight tingling.

There must be something on Sevatar's whip that can prevent Astartes' blood from clotting, Sahar judged, and then a burning pain began to ignite at the new wound - compared with the pain now, the two blows Sevatar gave him with his bare hands before were not even an appetizer.

Sahar gritted his teeth and forced himself to squeeze out a ferocious smile, staring at Sevatar who had returned to his sight: "It sounds like you are actually very idle. The Lord of the Black Armor Guard is just like this now."

This should be a provocation. For the management of the legion, "very idle" often means "not being reused"; for the management of the renegade war gang, "very idle" often means "not making ends meet". No matter from any angle, this is not a good thing, but judging from Sevita's still calm demeanor, he probably was not provoked by these words:

"I understand what you mean. You want to irritate me. But do you know, 'I am very free' means nothing?" Sevita even smiled when he said this, this kind of indifference and aloofness The interesting smile made Sahar feel uncomfortable for the first time today.

"This means that I have a lot of time to spend on you." Sevita said almost word for word, and the unique consonant breath of Nostramo's accent was like blowing on the neck. The cold wind made Sahar's hair stand on end, "But I also believe that it won't take us too long. You will always be obedient, right?"

He wanted to speak, but the tip of the whip that followed immediately landed between his chest and abdomen, so he had to grit his teeth as hard as he could to control himself and barely let out a cry of pain. Savita didn't do anything fancy with his skills. He didn't even use any nerve-wracking techniques. He just used the tip of the whip to "erase" Sahar's body at high speeds again and again. skin. However, the unknown poison on it made the whole process extremely unbearable, and the unnatural pain burned his nerves. And it was definitely not some simple nerve pain.

To use an analogy, Sahar would say, it's like a hot iron is reaching into your soul, never cooling down, and continuing to burn, as if it is trying to refine oil from your marrow. It's not like he hasn't been tortured or hit with some torturous weapons, but this time it was a bit too much.

"What do you want to do?" Before the twelfth lash fell, Sahar finally couldn't bear the torture and spoke, "What do you want from me?"

In fact, he had nothing to say to the former first company commander. No matter what Sevita asked, Sahar decided not to answer. He just felt that he needed some short time to breathe. His breathing was trembling due to the severe pain, and it was his last act of decency not to cry out in his voice. Sevatar's whipping was indeed temporarily interrupted because of these words, and this was Sahar's purpose——

"What do I want to do? Good question." The Crow Prince stroked the whip in his hand thoughtfully - an ordinary leather whip with no iron decorations or barbs, and no force field in any sense. Just a "leather whip" in the literal sense - "There is nothing to hide, so I will tell the truth. The purpose of my coming here is very simple: I am angry and want to find someone to beat me."

Sahar's eyes widened. It's not because this reason is ridiculous. In fact, this kind of "ridiculous" reason seemed very normal among the Night Lords in the past. It became even more common after the death of the original body and the entire legion was like a wild horse without any restrictions. got up. He was angry at the reasons given by Sevatar, because he clearly felt slighted at this moment:

"How dare you treat me as a prop for fun?" Driven by anger, he struggled dissatisfiedly in the shackles, causing the chain to make a clattering sound, "How dare you?"

"Can't you?" Sevita showed a proud and proud smile, and rolled up the whip in his hand almost unconsciously, "Do you need me to remind you, who is the prisoner at the moment and who is the one holding the whip? "

With this action, Sahar finally saw the abnormal red blood on Sevita's fingers - but he only "saw" it, and his thoughts wrapped in rage prevented him from "realizing" that something was not right. focus. He pulled hard on the collar around his neck so that he could get closer to Sevita who was resting in the distance. He was like a dog in a cage baring its teeth, growling fiercely and internally:

"You are not qualified to do this! I am the captain after you, and the original body personally awarded me this position! He personally awarded me the symbol of the 'Crown of the Night King'! I am the one who has the power to inherit the entire legion!" "

Maybe he shouldn't reveal the existence of the "Crown of the Night King" to the other party, but Sahar, who is so passionate, can't control that much anymore. Unfortunately, after all, he was still too naive, too superstitious about the original body, and too superstitious about the binding force of an order ten thousand years ago in the present. Sahar should know these flaws of his, but he just can't learn to correct them. The current situation did not improve in any sense because he said these words, it just told him once again that the things he believed in were nothing - even in the eyes of other Night Lords.

"You see, this is why our father likes me more than you. If I were still here, how could the Legion be left to a person like you who has nothing but bravery and foolish loyalty?" Sevita looked amused. He looked confused, "Listen to what you said yourself. Do you think they have enough weight to affect the reality before us?"

"This is the core of the problem." At this moment, Sahar unexpectedly calmed down, and instinctively took over the words that Sevatar personally handed over, "Why are you not here?"

"Where were you when the Legion laid siege to Terra? Where were you when the Nightborne gathered on Tagusa? When our father sought death and you—"

Sahar's unfinished words were interrupted by the impact of the rolled whip, like a heavy hammer. His ears were ringing and he was sure he had bitten his tongue, but his first movement after he recovered slightly was still a triumphant smile.

For the first time today, he finally saw an angry expression on Savita's face.

A question that bothered me for a while: As a latecomer to the book-eating, Sevita has hair (and a beauty peak), Talos has no hair (but has a kind face and kind eyes (nl limited edition)), so what exactly is Sahar in the original (?) Is there any hair (I only remember this person’s father’s seal but completely forgot the details of his appearance).

Finally, I decided to let him have it according to my aesthetic taste. Anyway, if you don't take care of things like hair, it will gradually grow longer over time... It's supposed to be like this... Isn't it, Rapunzel A Sword Master.

In addition, I firmly believe that the reason why Sigismund is bald is that one day he suddenly realized that his hair would only affect the speed of his sword swing, and then went to a pharmacist to have laser hair removal on his scalp. This must be a result that is acceptable to the person involved due to his own free choice for some reason. I refuse to believe that he is naturally bald.

By the way, Sahar is obviously of Terran origin, but his success in NL is just mediocre. At best, he is a company commander who can be named in the Nightbat Council. It was not until Sevita disappeared that he was promoted by the big man and became a part of the company commander. Most of the scenes were made by me, but this guy does seem to be... mentally young (to put it mildly). It can only be said that Sahar's novel was published too early, and the various settings were later severely compromised. And after all, ADB is the biological father of the bat. After Savita is placed there, Sahar will indeed not be able to take the position of first company commander.

By the way, Sahar, you are so heavy (the emotional significance of Kezi)...

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 276 V I 50 becomes the legal heir of the Night Lords

"...I should cut off every inch of your muscles, break every bone, and then pull out your tongue." Saiweita's breath was slightly unsteady when he said these words, "In this way, maybe You learn how to be silent and respectful."

This is not a harsh statement, he can do this. Savita thought.

He can do that. Fujimaru Ritsuka keeps his schedule very full, so this is a safe time and no one will pop up to stop him now. In fact, he had intended to do this, and he had even done it to others in the past. He knew exactly how to break a person's knees and spine both physically and mentally, completely destroying a person's spirit and will, and making the other person surrender.

Fear is not an end but a means, but this means is often used excessively, and it is easy for people to become intoxicated with a false dominance. Sevatar understands and agrees with the former, and the teachings of the Gene Father should be remembered, but he is also very honest with himself, and he will not say that he does not enjoy the latter at all.

He once had a finished product. For a moment, he missed the obedient little crow, but in the next second, a feeling of disgust that was not entirely his came to him.

When he first realized this abnormality, Savita instinctively suspected that he had been drilled into his brain by some subspace thing, but soon he remembered that he should confidently remove the word "suspect" . Ever since Jestal left, there has indeed been some knowledge and experience "from subspace" lingering in his memory, and that "other Sevitar" may not be what he initially thought. , "let go" very thoroughly.

Savita's thinking had indeed not been interfered with by his other self before, but what emerged here was an emotional reaction that had been written into his subconscious by his other self. The unconscious consciousness reveals an underlying logic that has not been discovered by the person involved. Regardless of the reason, the other Savita has a lot of blood and sins on his hands, but he is indeed resisting him from putting his dark and cruel ideas into practice. .

Maybe the other person's bottom line is a little higher than your own in reality. Savita thought nonchalantly.

So, out of anger, Sevatar chose to beat Sahar, who was trapped in place by shackles and unable to resist. It's not that he didn't want to commit crimes against the odds. In fact, this psychological resistance couldn't really bother him, but it did make him calm down a little at that point in time. What really extinguished this impulse was Asclepius who flashed across his mind in a flash after he calmed down.

——Don’t mess with anyone but the medical officer. This is also a very correct survival wisdom among the Night Lords. On the Storm Frontier, although it is unwritten, the vast majority of the crew members on board, including Fujimaru Ritsuka himself, follow it as ironclad discipline for various reasons. Savita didn't want to wake up one day and suddenly find that some parts of her body had been taken away, and then turn around and see them again on Sahar's body.

He was convinced that this was why he restrained his behavior. It was definitely not because he didn't want to see Fujimaru Ritsuka's frowning and accusing gaze a few hours later.

Savita sat down on the bed in the cell (actually an earth platform raised above the ground) and sighed. He heard Sahar making a little rustling noise due to the pain on his body, and could realize that the other person was trying his best to restrain his subconscious groaning reaction due to the pain, but he actually didn't care whether the other person was quietly enduring it or was doing it for him. Yelling at this little thing. He really didn't hold back much when hitting people, but Astartes was tough enough. Sevita knew well that this "minor injury" only looked scary, but when it came to actual diagnosis, Asclepius didn't even bother to take a look. As long as half an hour passes, the bruises on Sahar's body will heal completely on their own.

Anyway, he just wanted to vent his anger. He was completely expressing his anger, but the other party's words really touched his sore spot. He indeed disappeared from the legion after the Salamas Crusade and missed all the important parts of what happened afterwards - whether or not this incident should be attributed to Sevatar himself, he felt this. Shame and anger.

"What exactly do you want from me?" Sahar's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Sevatar immediately realized that, if measured by a normal interrogation, he had messed up everything. But he didn't care about this, because when Sahar asked the last question, the answer he gave that sounded very much like some kind of rhetoric was actually the truth:

"I said, I'm angry, so I'm here to beat you up." He repeated weakly, "You'd better just accept your bad luck, because if I could get over it earlier, you would be able to get over it earlier." Get free from these painless tortures.”

The pain that Sevatar inflicted on Sahar was far from effective torture, and there seemed to be no immediate intention to intensify it further. For Sahar, this silently revealed a signal in his favor, and the atmosphere subtly softened as a result, and the power relationship between the interrogator and the person on trial became blurred. Even, at this moment, the people sitting in the cell are not the former captain of the Night Lords Legion and his successor who is far inferior to him. The naturally existing competitive relationship between them has also been eliminated in this decadent atmosphere. .

Now, there are only two losers in this cell, late kings, idiots who missed the important moments of the legion for various reasons. The difference is that Sevatar knows what he's missing, but Sahar doesn't yet.

Knowing that the other person had no idea what was going on gave Sevata a dark joy, a sense of arrogance and comfort in being alone. The winner's mentality returned to him again, allowing him to quickly recover from the depression he was reminded of. When he raised his head and cast his gaze on Sahar again, he was sure that he still looked like the arrogant Prince of Crows.

But Sahar was not frightened, or he held on and did not show any weak emotions. When he spoke again, he asked a question that Sevatar had not predicted: "Are you really the Jago Sevatarion I know?"

"What kind of stupid question is this?" Sevatar almost laughed out loud. "Whatever you think, I don't care. Do I still have to spend energy to prove to a sandbag that I am myself?"

"Because if you are, you should regard reuniting and restraining the Legion in this era as an important goal." Sahar ignored Sevita's once again attempt to provoke his anger with contempt, and responded with a commendable Clear logic put forward his own point of view, "Maybe, just maybe, your reputation in the Legion is better than mine, and I can transfer the legacy of our genetic father to you."

Sevatar didn't know what Sahar was thinking about during this short period of time, but he did understand what he meant from this sentence, and then he couldn't help laughing - and laughed wildly: "The Night King is above, Noster Ramo's eternal night, Sahar, do you want to negotiate terms with me? "

This did further infuriate Sahar, which was easily seen from his expression. But to his credit, he managed to maintain a calm and controlled tone: "I think it's okay, unless you have fallen to the point of being willing to abandon your father's legacy. In this case, the legendary First Captain of the Nightbat Council is nothing more than that."

He paused, and added unwillingly: "Besides, the 'Crown of the Night King' is a symbol of ruling power, and the one who holds it is the legitimate heir of the entire legion. I admit that you are more likely than me to successfully unify the various warbands formed after the split of the legion, so a symbolic relic of the primarch will make this matter go more smoothly. There is no doubt about it."

He didn't understand what was going on, he just stated what he believed to be true. Although he doesn't really want to give up the Night King's crown to others, but so what? Lies, deceit, and betrayal are as natural among the Night Lords as breathing, and he really needs to be freed from his prison and get his armor back. It would be even better if he could trick someone into helping him pick up Mita from the old witch Wilchak's boat.

Unfortunately, after he said these words, Savita only laughed harder.

"I apologize, but - for the sake of the Emperor!" He covered his eyes with his palms, but it could not block the corners of his mouth that were twisted hideously by smiles and scars, "Why do you still think that thing is... What's the 'symbolic meaning'? Is it because the Inquisition Black Ship is really out of touch, or is it because Death Watch is too busy with its business? Oh my god, do you really have no idea what you missed half a year ago?"

Sevatar's laughter made Sahar feel uncomfortable, and this time the main reason was obviously not because he was being slighted. He began to suspect that he had indeed missed something important during the Black Ship's subspace voyage, which made him uncontrollably feel anxious. His knowledge told him that he should not show this anxiety at this moment. This could be some kind of conversational trap, or maybe nothing happens, and it costs nothing to make up some nonsense. Sevatar just wanted to use this method to affect his emotions and make him irrational, thus creating some kind of mental vulnerability that could be attacked - but *30K Terra swears* he didn't have any idea in the current situation. Legal reason!

"What? What do you mean?" Sahar gritted his teeth and asked, and he was very sure that he had stepped into a trap carefully designed by the other party.

He cursed his own stupidity in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. Sevatar is obviously a Night Lord among Night Lords. The former captain of the company knew exactly what kind of scum and criminals he commanded, and he also knew very well what they wanted most. This was a conspiracy against Sahar. He could have chosen not to step on it, but for a desperate trapped beast like him, there was often only that one road in front of him. Even though everyone knew in their hearts that that road would only lead to a trap that would make him doomed, he still had to move forward.

"What do you mean 'The Crown of the Night King no longer has symbolic meaning'? What are you implying??"

Sahar leaned forward forcefully, just to get closer to Sevatar. The poison on the whip and the bruises caused by the beating suddenly became unimportant under the rage at this moment. The chains rattled due to Sahar's movements, and the iron collar around his neck was deeply embedded in his The smell of blood rising from the depths of his throat filled his mouth again. No child of the night could endure such insinuations and blasphemy—at least that's what he thought—and therefore, no child of the night should make such a treasonous statement.

"Iago Severtarion! Have you even turned your back on the teachings of the Gene Father?!"

Sahar's voice was a squeezed roar. He didn't know what his expression was like when he shouted these words, but a small part of his heart did have a feeling of disappointment: if the most favored descendant of Midnight Ghost finally betrayed him after ten thousand years, What he said——

"I don't see what the relationship between these two things is." Sevatar calmed down the expression on his face, but he was still smiling, but this time his smile was full of ridicule and pity at the same time, "'Crown of the Night King' 'Perhaps some symbolic meaning has been artificially attached, but in the final analysis, it is just a large iron ring. When the crown is worn on the Night King's head, it is indeed a symbol of dominance, but it does not come from the crown. The authority of that crown is Curze's authority. Does any fool think he can be compared with a primarch just because he got a meaningless decoration?"

A small part of Sahar had to admit that from a rational point of view, what he said was reasonable, but more Sahar was only further irritated: If analyzed from a perceptual perspective, then Sevatar is plausible. The talk is all *nostramo expletive* nonsense that can’t fool even a six-year-old child——

The symbolism of the "Night King's Crown" has nothing to do with things like authority and power. Conrad Curze once wore it, and all the Nightborne know it. That's what it's about. This determines that it must be under the protection and control of the descendants recognized by the original body.

He couldn't form any offensive sentences, and he couldn't pounce on the opponent to fight. In the end, he could only roar angrily in the confinement of the chain. It was almost purely an instinctive reaction, and the fact that Sevatar watched his performance as a beast with interest from a distance further intensified Sahar's anger——

"...I know you didn't mean that, but from my point of view, it's hard not to think too much about this."

A young girl's voice appears in the room out of nowhere. This did not attract the attention of Sahar, who was in a rage, but it shocked Sevita to the point where she almost jumped from the spot: "Madam?! What-what are you doing?"

"You know that you are borrowing a simulation room, and the simulation room itself naturally has communication and recording functions, right?" Fujimaru Ritsuka's slightly distorted voice after being translated by the electrical signal echoed in the cell, "Fortunately, I put the I canceled the meeting with the National Church and came back early, otherwise I don’t know what kind of trouble you would have made. "

To Sahar's surprise, after these words, for the first time today, he read an expression of "frustration" on Savita's face.

"Hey, we were about to get to the most interesting part - cough." The Crow Prince muttered to himself halfway, then suddenly remembered that the communication was still connected, and had to change his words immediately, "I mean, madam, you have to come back soon." Very timely, just in time for the best part.”

Daddy’s bat is so fun, so much fun that I can’t stop playing with it (I’m not confessing).

(End of this chapter)

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".