Chapter 260 Coates’ Wardrobe
“Are you talking about this... color-blocked coat?” A string of low laughter emerged from the depths of Conrad Coze’s throat, lingering in the In the small room temporarily converted into a dressing room, it was finally passed to the ears of three Primarchs.
He stretched out his fingers, put a corner of the robe between his fingers and rubbed it gently, as if he was reminiscing about the unique touch when the robe connected with his skin.
"Beast skins, my friends." He twitched his hand briskly, letting the robe swing back into the cabinet, colliding with other leather materials, "I use the best beasts harvested during the hunt. Skin, sew my clothes.”
Fulgrim’s thin eyebrows were slightly twisted into a set of arcs on his perfect face, perhaps not letting Konrad Curze speak these nonsense. A good thing, but exposing his brother's obvious lie could have had far worse consequences.
Those human skins hanging on the street lamps and the eaves of the minaret had not faded from his mind in the past ten minutes.
“Do you really like this material?” Phoenix asked tactfully, sincerely hoping that there was nothing in his tone that could offend Coz, “This seems to be the only clothing material in your cabinet. "
"I also had a choice." Coz pushed aside a few leather coats, bent down, and picked up a few children's pajamas with lace and onyx and spinel from the bottom of the cabinet. Throw it back in disgust.
After thinking about it, he picked up the clothes again, pushed open the window, wrapped a small gift box as a counterweight directly from the window and threw it, letting these things fly into the trash can outside his backyard.
"But would you wear these clothes? No, no normal person would set excessive jewelry on..." Curze's eyes glanced at Fulgrim, and suddenly, with A little hesitant, "...on myself?"
"No one would," said Ferrus, his eyes like two polished silver coins of tranquility and power, containing nothing but the face of his interlocutor. "Fulgrim has his perfection, And we have our own. However, your aesthetics seem to be more special, Primarch."
"I hope you can accept it," Curze said suddenly.
"Oh my God..." Fulgrim took a breath. He felt that most of the frown he had spent this whole year was spent on today. "I always feel that when we first meet, we should use some..." It is very disrespectful and disrespectful to talk to you in a dignified way. But I can’t always give in to you, really, Conrad.”
“What do you think?” asked, studying Fulgrim's facial expression intently, as if he knew himself better than the Phoenix, "Third Primarch? Will speaking out to me make you lose your composure? If so, I will also I apologize in advance for my behavior. Unfortunately, the future I saw does not really belong to our world."
He laughed again, and there was no way to suppress this low laugh, and Curze quickly put it aside. Lowering the corner of his mouth, "I really want to know what kind of people my... friends are in today's glorious days."
He stroked the leather-stitched robes again, his fingertips lingering on the midnight blue-dyed surface. "I did it all," he whispered.
"Well, this is what you asked me to say, Conrad. If you must take the skin of those people, from a legal or righteous perspective, what can I say against you? ?”
There was a trace of complaint in Phoenix’s soft voice.
"But after this behavior, what message did you want to send? To intimidate? To emphasize? To strengthen your control over Nostramo? After doing this, why did you How can we bring these things into our first meeting? "Then, when can I reveal the truth?" Kurtz said without any pause. , "I pretended to be tolerant and kind, removed the dead people from the streets one by one, forced people to reopen the market, and welcomed you all along the way. While we were chatting happily, I waited for you to suddenly discover, What kind of clothes do I wear under my black waterproof cloak?”
"Conrad Coates," a voice as serious as stone suddenly fell into the center of this dense and endless conversation, "this is not human skin, although they are similar. But it is more delicate and flawless."
Roger Dorn suddenly spoke, looking directly at Konrad Coates, his light-colored eyes seemed to contain two cold-colored golden lamps.
On his waist wearing golden armor, a golden skull was pierced by an iron chain and hung firmly on his side, facing the long sword on the other side. This skull was unknown to Curze.
"I don't understand why you are implying this." he asked calmly, every word clear and understandable. "Combining your previous speeches with Fulgrim, I think the purpose you want to achieve is to observe the tolerance limit of our three Primarchs for your behavior. Currently, the known conditions I have obtained are limited, so I cannot Continue to extrapolate what you are going to do next, but I hope that our conversation can be more open and transparent."
Ferrus immediately re-examined the texture of the leather that was obscured by the dye. , even though he remains silent.
After a moment, he nodded slightly and admitted that Rogal Dorn was slightly better in this observation challenge.
"Of course, not human skin. I said it was a beast...forget it." Curze said vaguely, his shoulders slumping. He closed the closet door and leaned against the surface of the huge homemade iron cabinet, his interest suddenly waning. "Whatever you think, maybe I just want to scare you."
"You still haven't..."
Fulgrim glanced at Dorn, and Dorn's hand moved Towards his golden skull, he stopped midway.
At the same time, there was also the question of Rogal Dorn. He looked at the leather clothes, and his eyes gradually slid towards the iron cabinets containing the clothes, with no unnecessary expression on his face.
Fulgrim looked at the robes again with suspicion.
A very faint smell of human blood - he could not mistake that smell, it was still lingering on the surface of these cloths.
He moved closer to where Dorn was, and then he saw the hard-to-find miniature scent-emitting device hidden deep in the closet.
This surprised Phoenix for a moment, and he didn’t know whether he should feel unbearable that Curze smoked his clothes with human blood, or whether he should feel relieved that Curze didn’t actually use human skin to sew clothes... Although invisible, he still vaguely felt a kind of violation in this house that could not be erased by reason.
Immediately afterwards, he found that his bottom line had indeed been lowered by Coz's tricks.
"Gosh," he muttered, "I don't know how to face you, Conrad." He noticed that Konrad Curze had always avoided using the word brother, which was very difficult for this aggressive man. Primarch, this was clearly not a coy one.
During this short meeting, Fulgrim has asked himself more than once, does Konrad Curze really want to return to the Empire? Or was it something, some kind of thinking, that was stopping him and intensifying his emotions?
"Confront me in any way," Cozz said, as if he wanted to say something more, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them again.
There was an inexplicable familiarity in Konrad Curze's attitude towards Fulgrim. Several Primarchs present could feel this specialness, and Ferus patted Phoenix on the shoulder with his iron hand. "I really hope that's not a dispute, Konrad," Fulgrim said.
"Okay, Rogal Dorn." Curze changed his attack target. Although from a behavioral point of view, he gave up challenging the easier one, and instead stared at a piece of land incomprehensibly and with great momentum. Jushi, "What did you want to say just now?"
"You still haven't explained the content behind your temptation." Dorn continued his half of the sentence. He didn't want to be like Fulgrim, going back and forth with Konrad Curze. No matter what Curze did, he never seemed to waver. "It's possible that you think your secrets can't..."
"You're right. You're surprisingly sharp, Rogal Dorn. Now, since this is my suit Cabinet, then, next door is my bathroom. I pay attention to cleanliness, and yes, I will order that the street outside be kept absolutely clean. In this way, everyone, I have introduced you to the house where I have lived for twenty years."
Conrad Coates threw out the last lines he had prepared, like a bad actor who has run out of patience. This behavior subtly brings out a kind of habitual coldness. His proficiency in this aspect is in sharp contrast with the unfamiliarity facing visitors from the empire behind his exaggerated performance.
“If you have any questions, ask me now. Later, according to the clock, this Midnight Star will enter dinner time. The number of warriors you brought is too many, and my subordinates have to prepare from For lunch, prepare dinner for them instead.”
"You won't take the initiative to tell your secrets, you can't trust us." Dorn said, calmly accepting Kurtz's attitude. The latter seemed to be a little stung by this, and the expression that flashed across his face was similar to that of confusion. Or maybe it was a form of regret.
Rogal Dorn continued: "So, I have another question that has nothing to do with your secret. I want to know, enter Nostramo, except for me and Ferrus Mar Nuth, Fulgrim, our guards, and perhaps the interplanetary traders, are you the only one who is not native to this place?"
"What does this mean?" Curze's back? Bow slightly.
“I’m not sure.” Dorn’s armor-piercing fingers touched the golden skull on his waist again, which was a subconscious movement, “If you understand what I mean, tell him or them, Perturabo...has been waiting for a long time."
"Emperor, when did your stone brothers start playing this game of 'you understand, you understand, you don't understand, you don't understand'? ”
In the poker airship of the believers of the Laughing God, Morse pushed away the monitor screen as if he was ready to roll over, then put on a show, crossed one leg, and told his fixed joke dryly.
Since the cooperation in Commorragh, the incarnation of the Laughing God has disappeared, leaving only this group of pied Eldar who have lost the care of their gods, being dragged by Morse and kept beside them, in good name He said, "We must continue to let them help transport the Tuchucha engine."
Mechanical Perturabo was slightly startled by Rogal Dorn's words, and his movements slowed down. "I don't know." He said, even the mechanically synthesized human voice could not completely cover up the lump in his throat.
"I think..."
"I mean..."
The two looked at each other, and then Perturabo made a gesture toward Morse.
"I mean, we probably better get back to Terra quickly, right?" Morse said, "It looks like someone has been thinking about us for a long time."
"Yes. "Perturabo's mechanical eyes and artificial eyes looked at Morse at the same time, confirming this.
Morse rubbed his hands together and snapped his fingers casually. The first time, the rubbing cloth didn't move enough air. He calmly mobilized the hidden runes to delay the sound.
"This is not my problem." He said quickly, "Do I want to leave without saying goodbye? No, of course not. And we also sent Alpharius back to report the message. This is not even leaving without saying goodbye. Just a known journey ”
"Once Konrad Curze and all his endless fears are over, it will be time for us to run back to Terra and continue our hard work for the Emperor. I have to be ready..." He tapped his toes rhythmically. Shaking.
"Before this, if you think there is no problem based on your understanding of yourself and Dorne, we can also notify the Iron Warriors in advance through Dorne..."
"I will," said Perturabo. "The items he carries prove his credibility."
"Skull, right?" Morse snorted, this time slightly weaker than usual, "I hope that thing It helped him more than...wait, I forgot about that." He patted his leg.
“What?”
"Oh, the bad news before... I think Conrad's little secret will no longer be hidden soon. Fortunately, he thought of trying to play house here. The news is here, big robot."
The troupe leader, whose real name is still unknown, walked into the command room occupied by the imperial people empty-handed, said hello listlessly, and said something relevant in a timely manner, speaking as straightforwardly as possible in Gothic.
"Both of you, you also know that Viktor is currently following the webway across the galaxy to retrieve his Dark Eldar, taking his blood relatives who happened to be wandering outside during the turmoil in Commorragh, and throwing them back one by one. Are you going to be judged?"
"He didn't go to your ark to arrest people, which only shows that he is at the peak of his moral life."
"Well, I have it here. Good news, due to lack of manpower, Victor is taking the beating himself.”
"Who can capture the cunning Risen One?" asked Perturabo.
"A huge black-skinned red-eyed giant, and his green-armored Astartes born of fire." The troupe leader said. When the black-skinned giant was mentioned, the mask turned to Perturabo, seeming to To make some kind of comparison, "It's in the wild world of Ibsen."
"Victor just escaped back to orbit, pretending that there wasn't too much blood under his helmet. But he couldn't forget the local wild Eldar. , asking if it is possible to save a few world singers... Of course, you ignore it at all. Victor will also find a way to get rid of the pursuers behind him, but how come our blood relatives who grew up eating grass are still there. That kindness is so close to you humans?”
(End of Chapter)