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

"What's wrong?" Before he showed any difference from usual, the Dreadwing Captain Zantik Afpa had already developed clairvoyance eyes and could pay attention to his old friend's sight under the helmet's eyepiece. The direction was general and he asked questions.

Logically speaking, Lan Malok should have turned around and at least glared at the other person to express his dissatisfaction, but he didn't. The Firewing Grand Master, who was born in Caliban, was still staring straight at the corner of the corridor that looked normal: "I said, did you see it?"

"What did you see?" Captain Afopa followed the other party inexplicably, but he didn't see any clues of anything unusual - whether it was confirmation with his own eyes or the indication of the auspicious device on his power armor. , all told him that it was just an ordinary corridor corner on the Lion's Mane.

He followed Lan Malok and stood there for two seconds, then suddenly said: "Ah ha, it's that 'little man in a robe' again——"

"——Show some respect for the traditions of Caliban, you Terran guy!" Ranmarok couldn't help but turn around and growled angrily, "I don't need to tell you the secrets of the Dark Watch!"

On Caliban, the legend of the Dark Watch has been circulating for an immeasurable amount of time, even before Lion King Lion El'Jonson came to that planet. For this group of Dark Angels who were educated during the Great Crusade based on the absolute materialistic "Imperial Truth", they generally believed that this was just a part of folklore. The legend itself is not a secret.

But Lan Malok witnessed it with his own eyes on the day he inherited the position of Grand Master: this legend is true. The "it's true" part was the secret that needed to be kept secret from the upper echelons of the inner circle of the Dark Angels at that time.

At that time, the Dark Watcher he saw was wearing a black robe. However, in recent times - specifically after they entered the dark side of the Empire, when they were sailing in the subspace, the Dark Watch he caught a glimpse of in the corner of his eye (if that was indeed the Dark Watch), the color of his robes had changed. It turned into a dark green color like the forest of Caliban.

"Even if you told me they really existed, I didn't see them. You said you've seen them on this ship at least five times, but I haven't seen them once." Captain Afopa's voice interrupted Ranma Locke's thoughts on the change in color of the robe, "Perhaps these Dark Watchers only favor people like you -"

His voice was suddenly cut off by a sudden shock.

Lan Malok followed Captain Afopa's gaze and turned his gaze to the corner of the corridor again. At that moment, his hand was already on the hilt of the sword at his waist, but in the next moment, he moved his hand away.

At that corner, a little man wearing a dark green robe and a hood that completely covered his appearance was staying there quietly.

Captain Afopa moved uneasily on the spot and lowered his voice to ask Lan Malok: "Although during this period of time, we have seen a lot of 'strange' phenomena. But... what I mean is , did your inner circle tell you how to deal with this situation?"

"I don't know." Captain Afupa's frivolous attitude made Ranmarok inexplicably angry. "Anyway, I'll follow him and take a look."

"I'm behind you." Captain Afpa replied smoothly, and at this moment, he connected his power armor to the monitoring system of the Lanmarok power armor, and in an instant he was ready to remotely monitor the opponent's physiological state. preparation.

The long-term tacit understanding meant that they did not need to verbally formulate any tactical plans. When Ranmarok walked towards the corner where the Dark Watcher was, Captain Afpar stood there. But Lan Malok knew that he wouldn't just stand there forever. On the premise of maintaining a corridor distance, he will follow him until the whole thing is over, or until there is an emergency that requires his support.

This seemed to be the right choice, because at the same time as Lan Malok stepped forward, the looming Dark Watcher at the corner clearly retreated into the shadows. When Lan Malok reached the position where the other party was, he looked towards the corridor on the other side of the corner and caught a glimpse of the other party's dark green robe at the end.

After turning two turns like this, Lan Malok realized that he was being taken to a more remote corner of the ship. The corridor he chose for the "inner circle gathering" with Zaintik was already a rather remote outlying location on the Lion's Mane. If you walked further out, there would probably be only a few "useful" facilities. They are just some maintenance passages and airlocks that are used less than once in eight hundred years——

An untimely beep indicated that at this juncture, Lanmarlock had received an encrypted internal email. He wanted to throw away the reminder that popped up brightly on his eyepiece, but when he saw that the sender was Fujimaru Ritsuka, he had to swallow it and click on it, skipping the front part very habitually. A large section of honorifics, just look at the “practical meaning” content in the middle:

"...If you or any member of your ship, under the guidance of some kind of 'friendly warp being', discovers that the Lion's Mane has been physically 'invaded by something from the outside' during its warp voyage. If there are signs, please treat them in publicity as a 'natural, unexplainable strange event that occurs during subspace navigation'. I am only here to disclose to you that such traces should indeed exist, and there is indeed a certain An entity physically invaded the Lion's Mane during the voyage. I can assure you that this entity has no current or foreseeable future impact on the Lion's Mane, its crew, or the Stormbound in the hangar. No. No negative impact. But I still deeply apologize for the confusion and loss this matter may cause..."

Ran Malok read the meaningful part of the email in confusion, not fully understanding what Fujimaru Ritsuka was expressing. And just when he was about to read it again, he caught a glimpse of the Dark Watcher in the distance stopping in front of an airlock.

Immediately afterwards, he immediately understood what the email wanted to express: the airlock door next to the Dark Watcher obviously had some problems that had been damaged by brute force, forcibly "opened", and then forcibly opened. Break back the traces of welding.

...What the email said is correct, such traces do exist. The confused Lan Malok had to start another round of confused thinking.

Meow (leopard death).

I am dying of laughter. How can someone be so stupid as to work half a day on New Year's Eve? What? It's me. That's fine. (Peaceful)

I couldn't find out how the DA as a whole viewed the little men in robes during the Great Crusade, so I just made it up (if anyone knows, please provide the original information as soon as possible, thank you).

After all, the robed man looks very un-Imperial, so I made up a story that the legend of the robed man during the Great Crusade was not a secret, and it was a secret only if the legend was true. But even in the Great Crusade, many lion cubs of the DA had seen the robed man (I'm talking about you, Zahariel), so I thought it was probably a not-so-secret secret (what are you talking about). It was probably "In terms of propaganda, we need to keep this a secret, but in practice, if the DA members know about it, then they know about it, just don't tell outsiders."

By the way, the color of the robes of the little figures was dark gray in the Caliban Knights era, black in the Great Crusade, and turned green after the Lion King GG. It is reasonable to suspect that they changed the color of the paint according to the strongest armed group in Caliban.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 239 Pre-exam syndrome ()

Decker found that he was getting used to life on the Stormbound. Even he didn't know whether this was a good thing or not.

So far, he has not smelled any "bad" tendencies in this matter. Although this small ship that looks very warp in its living environment is indeed unsettling, the Custodes, the black-painted Dark Angels, and the Night Lords who are peacefully coexisting in some strange balance are also confusing. , but if we only discuss the quality of life, there is nothing to say. If you are willing to put everything aside and believe that the Forbidden Army will hold up even if the sky falls, then this small boat that is quiet enough is indeed a very suitable place to recuperate.

He could regard what happened during this period as some kind of "reward" for the hard work of the remaining survivors after seven years of fierce fighting on Skelos, and accept it with a little more peace of mind. At least, that's how it seemed to most of the few remaining Blood Angels brothers in the company who had boarded the ship with him.

But Decker himself, who "knows better" in a sense, as a holy blood priest, always has a sense of crisis in his spare time: "Is this too good?"

The bad news is that by the consistent standards of the Empire and even the Blood Angels, the current progress is indeed "too good." The research and development of blood substitutes that can relieve red thirst syndrome is progressing at a rapid pace - it is better to say that Asclepius had already made the finished product on the day he received the Holy Grail from the warehouse. They spent the next few days simply reverse-engineering it, trying to replicate it in a series of processes that didn't involve too much magic or psionics. This part of the job took up most of Decker's time except for necessary rest, but here's the good news: He didn't have much free time to think.

Decker would not say that the results achieved by Asclepius and him (mainly the former) in the small medical room of the Storm Frontier in less than a week were greater than those achieved in the past ten thousand people. The tireless efforts of the Blood Priests throughout the years—at least not until the products they produce successfully pass a series of tests. He hopes this can succeed, but in fact, for him or any Holy Blood Priest, ultimately getting a failed result on this issue is the "normal" they are more accustomed to. What's more, the suspicious eyes of Judge Hastings, who often patrolled the corridors, also reminded him that this time's research and development was unusually smooth.

The good news is that Decker has already pulled out at least five countermeasures or contingency plans in his mind, ranging from the best outcome (the finished product is found to fail the test after being returned to the Chapter Monastery) to the worst outcome (a Tzeentch Daemon emerges from the flask). He thinks he can convince himself not to care about the failures that come one after another. Another bad news that has nothing to do with all of the above is that he has to appear in the Storm's Edge's medical room too regularly and regularly because of his research and development work, which seems to have made some people on the ship tacitly regard him as a "contact of the Blood Angels."

Who said he was the best one among all the brothers currently on the ship?

When Kaelia appeared at the door again with the data tablet in hand, Decker sighed slightly, prompted by an emotion almost akin to frustration. He was very sure that with mortal senses, the girl who was poking her head by the door couldn't catch his little movements, but Kaelia paused on the spot inexplicably, and then clearly showed her question: "Should I find someone?" Others" expression made Decker not so sure again.

"She is a psyker. Her specialty is telepathy." Asclepius' tone revealed the reluctance of the boss, "Also, at this distance, you can completely 'open your mouth' to speak, so you don't have to I have to let me, who is focusing on product separation, be distracted to give you an answer."

It took Decker a moment to realize that the second half of Asclepius's words was addressed to the little girl by the door. Before that, they might have been communicating through psychic telepathy - that was an issue that Decker, as the Holy Blood Priest, didn't understand and couldn't care about.

He took a few seconds to hand over the reactor in front of him to Asclepius, pulled away from the experimental table, and turned to the door. After a brief moment of panic and hesitation, Kaelia decided to hand over the data pad in her arms to the Blood Angel in front of her: "According to the navigator's prediction, we will be able to return from the Baal system in three days. The Mandeville Point jumps out to the physical universe. Sister, Throne Envoy Fujimaru Ritsuka believes that you may need a certain amount of time to prepare for returning to the home planet of the Chapter to report on your duties. In addition, ongoing tasks may also need to be carried out according to the new regulations. The schedule is planned again.”

Decker thanked him, took the data tablet, and almost unconsciously cast a sad glance at the experimental table behind him.

-

"So," Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was in a private room that was strictly protected from the occult, with an incarnation of the Almighty God in front of him, gradually became more arrogant during the conversation, "the current situation in the subspace is sexual. Nie and Nurgle are fighting, and Tzeentch is enjoying the fun of not helping either side, or rather helping both sides, but Khorne is not interested in the farce between the three of them, and is still paying attention to the real universe?"

"In addition, the Eldar have started a large-scale civil war because of the matter of their goddess of life, and they are too busy to interfere with you," Tezcatlipoca added, without mentioning what role he played in it.

"That is to say, in the next period of time, if I am not unlucky enough to be slapped in the face by green-skinned orcs or Tyranids, and the ruler of the Necron Dynasty decides on a whim to launch a directional expedition against Baal. , then the only things I need to worry about are Khorne and the Black Legion?”

Tezcatlipoca nodded: "It's roughly like this, but I can't completely guarantee that there won't be a small probability event. You know, Tzeentch is still there, not to mention there are powerful opponents in the subspace. There are actually many 'creatures' that have an impact on reality, so there are still many variables."

This sounds very reasonable, after all, even if it is, it is impossible to guarantee that everything that happens next will be in one's prediction. Fujimaru Ritsuka accepted that there might be errors in the development of future events, but she couldn't help but asked: "Among these 'variables', some of them are not because of you posting random things everywhere." Is it the result of practicing qualifications?"

"I don't know what will happen in the future, but I did arrange several trials during this period of traveling alone." Tezcatlipoca, at least sounded very stable, "But who knows what these people will do?" What if you fail to pass the trial? Even if you succeed, will you be able to survive after that? Or, will someone give away the token in the middle of the trial?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka, who once "randomly exchanged the token for another product and gave it away" during the trial, crossed her arms: "If you don't speak clearly when sending the token, this kind of thing will be very serious." It could happen!"

"You're still feeling righteous, aren't you?" Tezcatlipoca was angry and laughed. "Forget it. Anyway, you're the winner in the final duel. I'll consider you a winner. There's no need to talk about the past anymore."

"It was you who brought it up first, openly or secretly."

"Don't worry about such small things." Tezcatlipoca waved his hand, as if "I am actually very generous and don't care about this small problem." This attitude made Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't help but complain: You obviously care about it to death.

But her basic desire to survive allowed her to keep these words in her stomach. She opened her mouth, but what she said was a completely different topic: "To be honest, I haven't asked yet, why did you and Debit come to this completely unrelated world?"

"Huh? Didn't I mention it?" Tezcatlipoca's attitude towards this was very indifferent. "At the beginning, it was because Debit wanted to try to get rid of the five-minute memory limit per day, so we started trying to move to a 'visible' The world line cannot be interfered with by life forms outside the universe. As a result, the experiment failed, and by some strange combination of circumstances, we ended up here. Then Debit felt that we could not ignore what we saw, so we stayed after a while. "

"Even if you stay, you don't actually have to mind these nosy things, right?"

"What are you talking about? Debit started to meddle in his own business as soon as he landed. I can't leave him alone." Tezcatlipoca took out a cigarette case from his arms and paused. For a moment, as if he noticed the occasion, he stuffed it back into his pocket, "If I stay in this crazy world that doesn't fit my aesthetics at all, I have to find something interesting to do to 'pass the time', right? "

Fujimaru Ritsuka, who felt that his conversation strategy was seen through by the other party, was embarrassed for a moment, but then made the decision to "just tell the truth": "So, the series of behaviors you did to 'pass the time', What’s the ultimate goal?”

The current Tezcatlipoca is no longer a servant of Chaldea, but a god who has returned to the wild and free world. Although Fujimaru Ritsuka was certain that he was the "soldier" that the other party had personally admitted as his "favorite". For this reason, Tezcatlipoca would not deliberately do anything that would cause direct harm to Chaldea. But this range is actually very narrow, and the range that can be operated by the "Wind of Impermanence" is still very large.

"What? Don't trust me?"

"Chaldea's position now is different from before. I have to look at things from the perspective of the entire empire as much as possible. And you don't seem very trustworthy, do you?"

"So straightforward? Where is the gentleness and gentleness of your Japanese speeches?"

"Even Japanese people, when stating objective facts like 'one plus one equals two', will feel that it is not necessary to be 'gentle and gentle' in choosing words and constructing sentences."

Tezcatlipoca raised his hands in surrender. After all, his external appearance basically switches randomly, causing him to often feel unreliable.

"Okay, okay, I admit it." He said with a bit of helplessness, "So far, more than 80% of the purposes of all my actions can be simply summed up as 'helping you clear obstacles. '. You can believe this part and make your next plan based on it - by the way, I haven't talked to the one on the throne yet, but he should be aware of my existence."

Now it was Fujimaru Ritsuka's turn to be confused: "Why are you so enthusiastic about this matter?"

"The reason is very simple, the same as in the past." Tezcatlipoca smiled: "Because, 'the scope of your destruction is very generous'."

Meow meow meow meow...

Dianiang reviewed and revised it once, removing the modifier of Brother Yan's "almighty" and leaving only "god". I don't understand what's so good about it... Anyway, it won't have much impact, so just do it as Dianiang thinks.

Edited again: After asking my friends, the case was solved. There is a cult in the Chinese called Almighty God. It was Brother Yan who got caught in the crossfire. Unlucky Brother Yan (puff).

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 240 Prepare to enter the examination room

Three days passed by in a flash, and the Lion's Mane smoothly jumped out of the subspace to the Mandeville Point in the Baal system as scheduled, but this did not mean that the Imperial Guards and Fujimaru Ritsuka had compromised with each other. The low-end version of the landing ceremony can be started immediately on Baal Prime:

Before that, there are still a series of various communication tasks that have to be dealt with. To be more specific, it means contacting the control tower, planning the route, waiting for the docking connection, applying for the venue, performing clearance, etc., etc...

"If everything goes well, we will be able to land at the port in two or three days." Fujimaru Ritsuka was emotionally stable about this. "After all, Chaldea is considered a privileged class under the Star Torch Hall, and it does have a very practical attitude. The mission is to go to Baal. Based on this, it should be easy to create a fast lane and join the queue. "

Fujimaru Ritsuka does not particularly like these "privileges" on her body, because she does not feel that she is decisively different from the more "ordinary people" in the empire - but these privileges do exist because of the emperor's will. It exists objectively in her. She can pretend that nothing happened at ordinary times, but when it comes time to use it, she shouldn't be pretentious.

"...What?" Kaelia, who was lying next to the porthole of the Lion's Mane observation deck with a new small reliquary necklace hanging around her neck, turned around and asked in a daze.

The wooden reliquary protected by rune magic was made for the other party by Ritsuka Fujimaru (with the help of Sigismund). On the grounds that "it's a bit wasteful to use such a precious thing as a one-time summoning catalyst", she arbitrarily "picked" the stick that had been "cut off" from Corax at Parmenio's Psychic Council. Crowfeather was put inside and given to Kaelia as an amulet, regardless of the fact that this extensive use of "sacred objects" might be more sacrilegious in the eyes of the Imperial people.

Half a year ago, Kellya was just a commoner on Parmenio, and she had not had much contact with the imperial society since then. It seemed that she could not accept the term "privileged class" all of a sudden. A complex emotion of nervousness, excitement, fear and doubt was revealed on her face without any cover, as if she did not quite understand how long "two or three days" meant - although on Storm's Edge, everyone had already agreed to use the Terran standard system for time units.

But perhaps, it was precisely because she was just a commoner not long ago that the efficiency behind this "two or three days" made her so stunned.

The entire body of the Lion's Mane shook slightly, and the roar of the plasma engine could not reach the observation deck on the upper deck, but everyone on the ship could still conclude that "they were working" through their body senses. Outside the transparent portholes, countless bright stars on the black sky are thus out of sight of the observers in the cabin - some of them are naturally blocked due to the change of the Lion's Mane's own angle, but more and brighter parts are Then he ran away from the edge of the porthole:

Most of those extremely eye-catching bright spots in the dark universe are not natural stars in the distance, but the light emitted by the propulsion devices of ships like them that are preparing to go to Baal for various reasons. To this day, Baal Samsung is not only the home planet of the Blood Angels Chapter, but also the administrative and military hub of the dark side of the empire. In Fujimaru Ritsuka's original expectation, the bustling airports in the galaxy were as expected, but even the bustling traffic near Mandeville Point was indeed beyond her expectations.

"I have to admit that it is a wise decision for you to ask the Imperial Guard to take over the next diplomatic work." Just from the tone of Judge Hastings, it is difficult to tell whether he is being shady about Fujimaru Ritsuka's abuse of power. Still expressing his lingering fear about the redundant and inefficient imperial administrative department, "Judging from the situation we have seen so far, even the most optimistic estimate, I think that under the premise of following the normal process, we want to see Barr The surface of the main star requires at least fifteen to eighteen months of waiting."

Based on the context, Fujimaru Ritsuka decided to interpret this passage as the latter: "Then of course I have to join this team. Time is a luxury for me, and I don't have that much time to waste simply in the same place. Waiting."

That's it in a literal sense. A year was at least enough time for her to build the "lighthouse" part of the Chaldean Lighthouse. Under the premise that the entire building, or in other words, the theoretical construction period of the super-large temple-level compound magic workshop should be compressed within twenty years, she really didn't have that much time to waste.

Kaelia, who is still not used to the taste of privilege, or in other words, is too accustomed to "waiting" as a commoner, still looks a little guilty. However, before she opened her mouth and really said something, Judge Hastings discovered this first:

"Why are you so useless!" This scolding was obviously aimed at Kaelia, "It's been half a year, why haven't you abandoned that mediocre way of thinking? A qualified judge No servant - no matter what his position - should shrink from the 'privilege' of a superior!"

Kellya reflexively shrank back under Hastings's reprimand, but soon afterwards, Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke up to save her: "I think you are being a bit too picky, Judge Hastings. A mere six months of relatively peaceful paramilitary management life is unlikely to completely erase the methodology formed by a person's previous sixteen years of life experience. You have to give her some time to change her mindset."

"I agreed with you when you said this half a year ago." Hastings turned to Fujimaru Ritsuka, "But now half a year has passed, even though she was originally a Grox beast raised for meat, after The training in the past six months should be starting to look good! That’s how it should be!”

The implication: He is very dissatisfied with Fujimaru Ritsuka's "obvious obstruction" behavior in his "education plan" in the past six months.

"It's only been half a year, but I think your requirements are too high." Fujimaru Ritsuka obviously understood and had no intention of changing, "Why are you more anxious than me in this regard?"

"Oh, I thought she would be the next mistress of Chaldea?" Hastings brought up this obvious fact and got angry. "I'm sorry, according to my humble opinion, I thought she Being ready earlier is a better strategy for everyone."

"First of all, I don't think there is such a thing as 'prepared' for this kind of thing. When a great responsibility falls on anyone, it's like 'forcing a duck to climb a tree'." Fujimaru Ritsuka replied, "Take yourself for example, Judge Hastings, when you picked up your mentor's rose knot, were you sure that you were really ready?"

The argument that the other party chose to refute was a bit tricky, and the incident mentioned really made it difficult for Judge Hastings to refute, and he was speechless for a moment. This old incident that was suddenly unearthed caused the inquisitor to overthink. In the next moment, he couldn't help but start to guess why the other party mentioned it and how many details he knew about it. And then, based on his understanding of Fujimaru Ritsuka's character in the past six months, he realized that the above ideas were all a battle of wits and courage with the air.

Because Fujimaru Ritsuka obviously didn't care about this issue that she just mentioned casually. Although her focus sounded a bit subtle, it was obviously still in Hastings's previous sentence: "Secondly, as Chaldea, I The 'current mistress' has no plans to abdicate so early."

This was a relatively euphemistic way of saying it. Inquisitor Hastings should have taken the opportunity to deflect the topic and prevent the landmines hidden under the euphemism from being brought to light. He did intend to do this, but unfortunately, it happened very unfortunately - first of all, his thinking was slowed down because he had not yet separated from the part of his previous battle of wits and courage with the air; secondly, it was unfortunate. Yes, the Astartes who always liked to find trouble with him happened to appear on the observation deck at this moment.

"I seem to hear someone cursing our young lady to die early." Sevatar's huge figure, which was made of power armor, emerged silently. It was hard to say that his words did not contain a bit of malicious personal grudge. Then, he turned to Fujimaru Ritsuka, and his eager tone almost overflowed: "How is it? Do you want me to beat him up?"

"Thank you. If I need it, I will do it myself." Fujimaru Ritsuka rejected the other party righteously, and then asked, "Sevitarion, what do you want from me?"

"Can't I come if nothing happens? Miss, you are so heartless."

Although Sevatar complained like this, he honestly handed out a large roll of parchment in his hand - if they were left alone, the servo skulls friendly and supported by Macragge's Glory would default to this kind of parchment. The inefficient form formed various records - and after confirming that Fujimaru Ritsuka took it well, he completely let go and explained: "This was jointly drawn up by the Forbidden Army Warden Vasilian and the Fire Wing Grand Master Lan Malok. Honor list, these people will board the Emperor Dream with us."

Judge Hastings made a very dissatisfied nasal sound on the side. Sevita turned her head away because of this: "What, do you have any objections?"

Kaelia, who saw something bad happen again, began to quietly move her position, preparing to find a place to hide.

"I said that I would personally confirm this list." Before the two gentlemen next to him began to fight again, Fujimaru Ritsuka first spoke to eliminate the source of the fight. "Of course I will confirm the specific positions, responsibilities and related reviews of these people." Handed over to the Custodes and the Dark Angels, but I also have to know who I will see on board the Emperor's Dream, and who to give orders to if something unexpected happens."

No matter what question the judge originally wanted to use to attack, his unspoken sentences were choked back by these words for a while. Before he could successfully regroup, Savita's voice rang out again:

"My dear Mr. Inquisitor, do you have nothing else to do except finding faults around the eldest lady and the children?"

Hastings, who was choked again and again, was momentarily angry. He wanted to say something and stab him back, but in the blink of an eye, Savita was already discussing with Fujimaru Ritsuka the issue of "when to release Somni so that he can deploy the Emperor's Dream." His restraint made it difficult for him to interrupt in such a serious matter, so he had no choice but to angrily glance at Kaelia who was about to hide in the shadow of the Sevita power armor, and said, "I'll go and see." Let’s see what these boats around here are like” and left from the observation deck.

After waiting for a while, Savita asked uneasily: "Do you need me to follow him quietly? I suspect that he is not only going to confirm what kind of force the nearby ships belong to, but also to screen which forces nearby he can use."

Everyone here understands what the screening is for, and there is no need to say it clearly. Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was turning over the scroll, shrugged indifferently, still unconcerned: "No matter where he is, this is his job, let him go. But if after half a year, he still wants to assassinate me It is something that can be accomplished by just raising some armed forces, which means that his professional ability is only at this level. At that time, I will allow you to fire freely, and then send a letter to the Imperial Regent to get a new one."

Sevita let out a sinister laugh: "I suddenly began to look forward to that day."

"I don't think he will give you that chance. Judge Hastings still has the basic ability to judge the situation." Fujimaru Ritsuka said.

Then, she suddenly remembered something again, and looked up from the scroll: "Speak of it, Kaelia—Kaelia?"

"What?" Savita expressed confusion at Fujimaru Ritsuka's questioning tone.

"Kelia is missing. Did you notice when she left?" Fujimaru Ritsuka's tone was very confused.

Sevatar was also confused, because the auspicious device built into his helmet told him clearly that Kaelia was hiding in the blind spot behind him. This incident was not traceable. Although the little girl wanted to move as unobtrusively as possible, on the spacious and unobstructed viewing platform, her every move could not escape the attention of other people present. Human eyes only look at whether others want to point this out.

"Isn't she right here?" Savita turned around with this confusion and looked at the shadow behind her.

"What? I'm here." Kaelia's voice came out from that position in time, but Sevita took a step back towards the porthole as if he had been frightened:

At that moment, no matter whether it was Fujimaru Ritsuka's naked eye observation or Sevita's visual image from his helmet - the position where Kaelia "should be" was empty. But the auspicious device built into the power armor still diligently gave out "normal" indications, clearly indicating to Sevita that Kaelia was indeed there.