Chapter 597 There are always surprises when reconciliation-
"Ah! I think I'm becoming a god." - The last words of the ancient Roman emperor Vespaxian
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"Okay! Even if you cleverly don't step into the trap that the Hunger has prepared for you this time... what else is next? If I read it correctly... Kiriman, in seven months, the Green Fatty will spread some cute and religious plagues in your beloved Little Kingdom of Ultramar so that you can go further in becoming a God, and at the same time harvest more painful souls and potential believers for him."
With the obvious unanimous cooperation between the Grey Knights and the two Kirimans with their reputation as the Gray Knight, this grand military parade was at least able to end in a relatively normal way.
Now that Robert Kiriman has returned to his loyal Fortress Hera, he has spent a lot of time one-on-one having senior officers, including Calgar, have had very personal conversations with others and him.
The charm and appearance of the Primarch are beyond the reach, and the conversation between Keriman and everyone makes the other person (again feel so familiar) like a spring breeze.
His perfect tone, tone, expression, guidance, comfort or conversation that showed the other person's most wanted to see quickly calmed the turbulent people-even though the senior officers who were also immersed in the same way by Julius at the end all cried and knelt down to the ground, begging the Primrose to forgive their sins. They only wanted to get the punishment they deserved from the true father of genes, punished them for not being able to keep their father's body, punished them for being careless, and deceived because they wanted to keep their father too much, and even regarded others as their father's manifestation.
Although Kiriman was mentally prepared for this kind of offspring, when he was more or less involved in the thinking style of the state religion, when he was facing the arrival of this moment himself, the operation of the war group he was familiar with had long been twisted into another specious appearance as time passed, he found that this made him so frustrated that he almost roared so much that he could no longer describe it as if he was stuck in his throat.
But in order to avoid causing more follow-up problems, he could only try his best to twist his facial muscles into a kind and majestic smile, and try to comfort everyone with words and tone that would not cause misunderstandings. At the same time, he explained Julius's existence with "the conspiracy with San Gillino" and "the conspiracy of the dark gods of the subspace" - otherwise? How do you explain to them that Julius is actually the son of Dorn? And also serving for Pertulabo? Let the misunderstanding exist for a while. When he once again grasps his Ultramar, his actual actions will naturally make a statement for him.
After listening to the report of Julius (very in line with Kiriman's taste), he decided to let Julius wear his priest's black armor and stay with him. After a period of time, no explanation is needed, and no one will have any objections - but is it a bit familiar to this kind of protozoa that often has a child who looks very similar to himself and will make suggestions...?
But among hundreds of thoughts that were carried out simultaneously, this insignificant little thought was soon overshadowed by the anger caused by the senseless face of the shameless man sitting in front of him.
"...Don't mention what's next. First of all, I'm unacceptable to your random actions on Markulag now in an unregulated state. Conrad Kotz, why can you sit in this office, a criminal, madman and killer with a bad record? Explain it. Otherwise, I'll send you to prison. That's where you should stay for a madman who is an anti-human massacre like you."
The blue eyes of the Extreme Warrior Primarch baby looked at the robe-like, black-haired and white-skinned young man in a long robe under a pair of doubtful and scruples - yes, hell, why did even Conrad Cotz look younger than when he knew him?
He couldn't help but touch his cheek again.
"Unacceptable? Oh, dear Keriman, you are so rude! Don't you accept your citizens walking in your ideal kingdom? Are the axioms and justices you have always been talking about are lies?"
"What do you mean?" Gene Primarch's brows frowned even more, which made his face look serious and the corners of his mouth began to go down. His eyes were also patrolling Conrad Coz's apparently energetic body, an indescribable sense of incongruity became stronger as he and his brother reunite again after an indescribable time.
"I mean, I'm Makula Ge Rong, City Min. Dear Kiriman."
"What..."
"It is still recommended by your dear people to the Hera Fortress by spontaneously."
"............ghost?!"
"Oh by the way, although you will have a group of agricultural worlds that will become battlefields in the next long time, don't worry too much. The pressure on our agricultural world has been greatly reduced recently, because the agricultural and shipping dynasty of my subordinates now has more than 60% of the shipping routes and food, agricultural and sideline products, and processed food supplies. Now even the poorest people in Makurag can comfortably feed themselves after get off work."
Before, he could not see Kiriman knowing that he was actually unhappy in Markulag's three-pointer in the world, and he was compensated for the shocked twisted expression of the annoying brother in front of him.
In view of this, the midnight ghost's smile grew more and more on his young and handsome face until his neat eight white teeth were revealed.
"By the way, when Calgar and the others couldn't do much work, it was me, your brother, Conrad Cotz, with my sons, completed the defense, daily combat readiness, mission release and urban security management for you and your son during this period of time in Markulag," he nodded proudly, "Efficiency improvement, precision strikes, and praise. Even such a big thing happened at the military parade did not cause trampling accidents or too much rumors."
"...I... thank you... and your descendants for their efforts." It seemed as if Keriman's lifelong self-discipline was exhausted.
"Don't just say verbal thanks. Kiriman."
"Then how do you want me to thank you?"
"Give it. Sign it."
A data board full of expense lists was stuffed under Kiriman's nose, and he glanced roughly, exclaiming at the total number shown below the bill.
"High employment fee?! Overtime fee?! Insurance?! What is this?! Haven't you realized your past mistakes and planned to perform your duties again because of being resurrected and following Pertulabo?! Why do your Astats have wages?"
"That's called military pay, Kiriman. No one mentioned them and no one received them doesn't mean they shouldn't exist. If an army only has equipment, training, medicine, surgery and endless battles can last, you can say they have an unshakable will and extremely pious faith, but I think this is absolutely not normal for a human being."
"It's really crazy. I heard Koz comment on other people's abnormality. - OK, you're right. We should provide military pay outside of armor, weapons, medicine and training. Why should your military pay be paid by Markulag's finances?!"
"Literally," the Eighth Primrose showed a look of "You are so old-fashioned". "I've long been dead, and there are no legions under my command. There is no formal Astartes organization in the imperial sense in the midnight lord. My descendants work in the form of being hired. Is it reasonable for you to not provide wages to employees?"
"Then what are these combatants?! What are your descendants?!"
"Of course my offspring is still my offspring, and my offspring can also be employees of my Shang Dynasty. In the defense of Markulag, we have hired a large number of plantation guards as mercenaries recently, of course we have to pay wages! Don't want to owe money, Robert, I have to remind you, the saying 'We're here for you' can be applied anywhere. Even if you die, I can rush into the Asian space to ask for wages." "I'm so crazy. I heard Conrad Cotz say that the Midnight Lord helped me and my offspring guard Markulag, and talked to me about employees, wages, and salary."
"Ah, too, you're here. I looked at it. It's better to choose a date than a day. You can sign this document together. One copy is also a sign, and two copies are also a sign."
With this shameless statement, another exquisite and gorgeous parchment paper was stuffed into Kiriman's hands.
"What?!!! You?" After reading it roughly, Kiriman spoke again unhappily, "Do you want a planet?"
"What's wrong?" Koz glanced at him sideways, "What does it mean to want a planet? Thesa Guarsa does not belong to the usual Otrama Star Zone. You, a wealthy man who has five hundred worlds, will not be stingy with the death world outside the route, and you don't agree to confirm it to me. You should also know this place. After the expedition of Saramas, the jurisdiction of this place was useless to the empire, and there were no residents here for a long time."
"Since that's the case, what do you want this rock ball to do?"
"Travel the way." Koz replied simply. "As a person with a legitimate career, I have to have a formal residence myself and can't live in my brother's house all the time. Of course, if you are willing to build an equally magnificent fortress for me next to Hera fortress as my palace and your gift to my brother, I'm disrespectful."
"You mean, will you be here to pioneer? Plant? Construction? Urban planning? Instead of catching more slaves and innocent people to go there and make them into living city wall bricks and floors?"
Kiriman stared at the other party with a very suspicious look. "But you are really speaking in a organized and calmer way now... Can you swear about this?"
"This is not simple. I can now use all the hairs in Pertulabo..."
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
"Change one."
"Well, swear by the value of my parent star Nostramo."
"Are you serious?"
"You are really boring. I agree with the purple congee on this point. You don't understand the true value of Nostramo at all!" Koz shrugged, "Well, what do you want me to swear to believe?"
The muscles on the Thirteenth Primarch's face twitched, "You swear with the peace of the past, present and future souls of Yageo Sevitarion, and I will be willing to sign for you and confirm the 'hire wages' with the sovereignty of the airspace around Thesauguarsa and the surrounding areas."
The careless and cynical smile gradually expanded from Coz's pale and thin face, and that smile became ferocious and distorted. Just as Kiriman began to regret that he should not be alone with this dangerous and unpredictable brother, the smile from the boy ten thousand years ago dissipated like an hallucination.
"Okay." Koz said, "With the souls of Yageo Sevitalyon, who have sworn in the past, present and future, I will today obtain the life of Thesauguarsa and its surroundings, and will not kill any innocent people on it, nor will I enslave the freedom of any innocent people. I will pioneer, plant, build, develop, build, and prosper the people. If I violate the oath, Yageo Sevitalyon's soul will indulge in pain forever and be uneasy."
On the track of Markulag, a secret place on the Enterprise that no one knows, the soul of the machine in the iron coffin laughed.
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Then in another day-long handover operation, Kiriman was extremely shocked to find that once the mind of his brother, who was once considered abandoned, the most vicious criminal, and the most scumbag, was controlled by reason, the talent he showed was a power that would make a ruler dream of.
"This is too convenient..."
After watching how Koz handled all the cases that needed to be sentenced in a few hours, Kiriman said sincerely, "I can't believe that he let you go crazy like this ten thousand years ago! If we had you at that time, how many unnecessary steps would be saved, how many people would survive because of your strength-not die!"
"Oh, this is not omnipotent, Keriman." Coz lifted the black hair in front of him behind his ears, threw himself into the sofa that Julius had made before, rubbing his eyes. The strange sense of incongruity once again appeared in the senses of the ultimate warrior gene primordial.
"First of all, some appropriate conditions must be met before I can judge the truth of the case with my talent. Secondly, a good teacher and friend of mine has long suggested that the usual cases should be handled by the usual channels, and my abilities should only be used to deal with situations that mortals cannot handle."
"Then you are..."
"A lot of cultists and demon seeds were put in before and after the military parade. Since I charge, I will certainly make the employer feel that it is worth it." Coz lay on the sofa, raised his legs and stretched his limbs, "Even if the employer is you."
His appearance and posture were so relaxed, natural and familiar. In the flash of lightning, Robert Kiriman suddenly knew the source of the incongruity.
During the Great Expedition ten thousand years ago, he had been with another brother who had just been found so easily.
“…Clarks…?”
(This chapter ends)