Chapter 242 The Beginning of the Royal Court
They entered one after another and arrived at the oldest deep pit underground in Comorragh.
The Bloodlings, living in the darkness for millennium after millennium, are becoming more and more addicted to paranoid blood fantasies, regarding the beauty of flesh and blood as the only and highest art, even those withered spirits and souls A bottomless pit of false salvation.
This even sometimes made him wonder, what is the essential difference between such an extremely biased and arrogant attitude and those weak relatives of the Eldar tribe who have embarked on another path of survival?
After capturing the last Haemonculi he invited tonight walking into the maze-like spiral lair, Konrad Curze fell lightly back to the ground and silently followed the path transformed into The luminous spine of bright metal stepped on the mixture of solidified blood, flesh and bones on the ground, and followed a series of special god statue marks in countless spirals to the final gathering place.
His cleanliness habits masked any suspicious smells, making his pursuit smoother, as it had done with every previous assassination.
The Eldar - or the branch of the Eldar that Viktor decided to rename as the Dark Eldar, in order to continue their fragile life in this dangerous world, they have almost no sense of doubt and danger. Possessing innate extraordinary sensitivity. Therefore, Konrad Coates does not mind increasing his strength in any way.
Does he really care about his own cleanliness? Curze was glad no one had asked him that.
Threads that are thin but strong enough to separate steel are hidden in the corridors, and more venom launching devices and various capture devices are hidden behind the walls filled with black and brown viscous fluid. Some Haemonculi will use memory-assisted potions to successfully overcome the hidden crises in their lairs, allowing the memory potions to drive their flesh and blood bodies.
This is what the Haemonculi he was following did.
But Curze doesn't need to.
Peering in the shadows outside the door, he happily confirmed that more Haemonculi were present than he had expected.
One, two... eight Haemonculi have been discussing their respective scientific research experiences harmoniously at the long metal-edged table. The appendages with dangerous items such as syringes or neurotoxin guns have either been put down. Weapons, or concealing weapons so they are less visible.
Koz decided to be a little late and listen to this valuable academic seminar in the shadows. He closed his dark eyes and let the sound flow into his ears through the air, discerning the connotation behind every subtle difference in tone.
Five minutes later, a Haemonculus mentioned Curze.
"Isn't our famous Bloody Marquis here yet?"
"Don't worry, Elliot, even though he has only been a Haemon for a few years, the Bloody Marquis will not die in a gravity trap like this. "
The other voice was low and cold, it was hard to tell whether it was sarcastic or not.
"Have you made any breakthroughs in your recent research?" A tired voice joined the conversation, ending the discussion about Kurtz. "Vakira Yuris?"
"My theater needs sponsors." A cold female voice answered, and some metal limbs hit the ground disorderly.
Curze stopped breathing for the moment and concentrated completely on listening and remembering, judging the identity of each Haemonculus, the value they could create for him, and the stability of their respective mental states.
He doesn't care whether these people love or hate him, that's the least important factor of all.
"If you need a sponsor, Ms. Uris." said the Haemonculus who was the first to speak, "I can recommend a family to you that does not conflict with the association Conrad wants to establish here. ...An ancient family that has stored enough gold and turquoise in the secondary plane to feed themselves from the madness day and night."
" Name Valkyra Uris spat out. a word.
"Conrad Curze." Curze answered.
The Haemonculi turned their heads from the long table. Dozens of prosthetic limbs spread out like spider legs. Faces wearing hoods or bone masks looked chaotically at the shadow that penetrated deep into the room.
Deep in the ambiguous shadows, the hidden side door suddenly creaked softly.
Amidst the harsh noise made by the infinitely elongated door shaft, Konrad Coates' huge body, wearing only a loose leather coat, bowed and slid out of the narrow door lightly.
With a slow turn of his head, his pale face, obscured by long black hair, gradually appeared unreservedly within the sight of the eight Haemonculi.
“Any questions?” Coates asked with a soft smile, “My name is Conrad Coates, everyone.”
"You are late." Vakira Yuris said, "Give us a reason, you are the host of our banquet."
"Reason." There was no sound as Koz walked, and he came to Long On the short side of the table, he held the edge of the table with both hands, bending down his too-tall body. "No reason, unless any of you...are willing to guess."
The Haemonculi were silent behind their masks.
"Okay, I'll do it." A Haemonculi hidden in the interference stance used the two appendages behind him to stand upright. The stance he set up was enough to make the loss of most Eldar people to him. "You hide in the shadows and listen to our conversations without regard for our dignity. Now you have heard enough, Blood Marquis, what do you think?"
"What do you want." Ke Hereby saying.
"What?"
Koz laughed softly, his laughter seemed to be stuck on part of the melody that only echoed in Kotz's own mind.
“You guessed it right, Gabbiad, so what reward do you want? A seat with a higher starting point? A tilt in scientific research resources? More financial sponsorship? Give me an answer, For your correct guess.”
There was a small commotion among the Haemonculi, manifested by the rubbing of non-corporeal body appendages and the collision of clothing.
Gabiad turned off the generator that interfered with his stance unhappily, and old wrinkles filled his deformed body.
"You must learn to respect, Konrad Coze." Gabbiad's voice was weak but high-pitched. "Don't play with power with us, play tricks, and despise dignity. Focus on the path of flesh and blood art, which is the path of darkness. The path of truth. Young man. "
"Focus on the way of art until there is no place for you in Comoros?" Coz looked at the old blood actor with interest. Tun said, "Until all the nobles are surrounded by private-use Haemonculi as inconsequential jesters, and we have to serve the nobles in exchange for a pitiful amount of research funds? Don't pretend you don't care..."
His tone suddenly lowered: "I appreciate your insistence on the doctrine in your heart, Gabbiad. Unfortunately, that is not my doctrine. Sit down, sit down."
Waki La Joris was the first to turn his head and look at Gabbiad. The actions of the hostess of the Theater of Pain took the lead. After a few seconds, Gabbiad sat down again. Konrad Curze glanced around, making sure everyone was looking into his dark eyes.
He calmly pulled out a chair stuck under the long table with two fingers, sat down, and moved his shoulders and neck.
"Let us recall, everyone." He said, "Recall our status in the past. Nobles and churches, no one dares to offend our dignity, just like I offended you today..."
He laughed suddenly, his face twitching and twisting. Curze covered his face with his hands and slowly rubbed his cheeks until the painful muscles relaxed again. He let out a breath.
“But, what now? Now they still respect us, think highly of us, and provide us with all the precious resources we desire for free, just so that we can reward them with a resurrection when necessary. Any chance?"
"No, my friends. Come out of the blood nest, smell the air of Comoros, listen to the omens of division and the restlessness of rifles, with your keenness, you are really Don’t you know anything about the world? ”
"No, you have known for a long time. You have long been aware of this... subtle tremor in the air of Comoros. Otherwise, how could you seniors walking on the noble road be willing to stoop to this level and listen to me? The deviant weirdos are making wild claims here, claiming that they will establish a new association that will include all Haemonculi sooner or later!"
"What kind of people are we? We have skills but no power! We are independent and independent. Our skills can be passed down, and even a newbie like me can learn the tricks of resurrection! Is the Xueling people respected? But are we individuals worthy of respect? No!”
Conrad Coates’s high tone suddenly dropped, and his body, curled up in pain, stretched again.
“We seem to be unoffendable, but any one of us...can be replaced.” He whispered softly, “A Bloodling who is not...selfless enough, of course, can be replaced by the future The ruling group is replaced by another of the same kind who demands less; after all, the number of Haemonculi is compared to the number of noble families... After the situation is calmed down in the future, maybe we will become a little... too "More."
"I understand what you are thinking, Conrad." Vakira Yuris folded his three free hands on the table. There is also no trace of dust on the surface of this long table. "What's your solution?"
"It's simple, we, um..." Conrad said, "rule Commorragh."
His words elicited a burst of laughter, not from ridicule, but from the reaction to the dramatic scene. A universal pursuit—for Coates himself led the chorus of laughter.
He openly laughed at himself, forcing others to follow his lead and laugh heartily, igniting the cold air in the room to a tense temperature.
"Okay, okay, my dear friends." Conrad Coates pressed down with one hand, like a conductor of an orchestra, to stop the laughter. "I think you want to ask me why I am so wishful thinking, or let me ask for you, 'It sounds so easy, so what should I do?' Is this a question? Okay, okay..."
< br>"Strife has arrived," said Vakira.
"I commend you for your outspokenness, Ms. Uris," Coates said.
"I'm honored, Conrad." There was no emotion in Juris's smile.
“Yes, just like Vakira said, the dispute has arrived, the game is being reshuffled, the old rules are falling apart, and the glory of the past will become the bloody foundation of the new eternal city... …While you are busy finding new sponsors, or, let’s put it more bluntly, ‘masters’ for yourselves, I am... becoming my own master.”
"Comorragh is a port city, friends. Even though she is prosperous, rich and great, there are countless levels between the spiers above and the mills below, and these are just the tip of her iceberg. She is still a network. The Port City in the Road..."
"And my partner, Asdubal Victor, is taking over the third port of the Cabal he founded. Amber and gold flow into our pockets. , friends, our empty treasury is overflowing day by day, while the nobility and the church are too busy competing with each other to see this small and insignificant society..."
Konrad Coates spread his right hand: "On the other side, friends. I've also gained some brand-new sponsorship. Is anyone, anyone, willing to talk about it?"
" The disastrous dinner at the Church of the Sun," said another Haemonculus. "You dare to cooperate with the crazy followers of the Laughing God, Conrad."
"Very good, Zeke." Conrad nodded, "The occurrence of the Great Fall has proved the doomsday prophecy of the Pied Clown. And they are very capable, this is not a joke, friends. Those who provoke clowns will face real ridicule."
Gabbiad reopened his interference stance, as if it would give him more. More security: "What you want to do is fight against the entire Comorian noble system, Konrad Curze, is this enough? The nobles and the church are competitors on the same level. If it were me, I would think Cooperating with one part of the powerful people to fight against the other part will have more room for success..."
"No, no, no." Coates dismissed him contemptuously, "We must deny the past. All the depravity, blasphemy, absurdity, disconnection, division, pain and chaos can repay us for all the funny mistakes and bitter frustrations we have committed, and strive for a higher power that will fully support us... You know who I am referring to, my beloved friends.”
Gabbiad shook his head uneasily: "The Pantheon is a joke, Conrad! You can't be like those clowns in colorful clothes and keep replaying those ancient myths. That is irrelevant today!"
< br>"Yes, the past is over, only the future remains. That's why we still have the possibility of winning his favor, Gabbiad." Coz said, "He is full of disgust for Comoros, but he still I don’t want to see our eternal city completely destroyed by the disaster of chaos.”
“Var Incarnation,” Gabbiad muttered.
Koz smiled, this smile more sincere than any before, just like the several Haemonculi here are old friends who have known each other for hundreds of years, and what is unfolding today is just a game. What a harmonious after-dinner tea party.
His unreserved smile even inspired a giddy emotion in others, although this emotion quickly returned as a warning of greater danger.
Konrad Koz did not deny Gabbiad’s words, nor did he confirm them.
Xuehou's eyes flashed with malicious pleasure: "Then, welcome to the Night Ghost King's Court, my dear friends."
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"If I didn't remember Wrong," said Morse, "We haven't seen your brother for two days, Perturabo."
"He has his own business to do, I suppose, though he means nothing to us. said Perturabo, who continued to try to repair a small piece of machinery in the church. "And I have nothing to do. Comoros is not a stage for humans."
"At least you have completely conquered a small church, so you have accomplished nothing."
"Oh." Perturabo broke a vertical bar of the machine.
Morse flexed his fingers: "Seeing that you are so bored, go ahead and open a gift. Within ten minutes, someone will come to visit in the front hall, and I am looking forward to it."
(End of this chapter)