Chapter 324 Changed Vision
"I..." Conrad Coates retracted into his shadow, his eyes that usually looked scary due to the darkness, now widened to the extent that Enough to show clear, pathetic confusion.
As Sanguinius watched, Curze's gaffe only lasted for a breath. Xuehou's lip muscles twitched, forcing out a smile that he could do his best.
“I should get used to it,” he gritted his teeth nervously. “Things will change infinitely under the movement of the heavenly wheel. The lines swept by the same brush will be different in the center of the canvas. ...What did Perturabo do? Throw a psychic mentor from the sky to make him obsessed with witchcraft? "
"I didn't see it." Gilles stood up regretfully, his hands hanging naturally by his side. A snow-white wing covered with beads and rings of gold and silver stretched out on one side, and he patted, or rather scratched, Konrad Coze's hand with the long feathers on the wing tips. Shoulder. "It was just a moment, Conrad."
Curze tried to avoid the feathers by leaning back, unfortunately forgetting that he was leaning against the bone chair.
He moved the hand with the lightning claw away from the angel to avoid causing damage to the precious sight and valuable assets behind the angel that were important to the future of the empire.
"I should have gotten used to it," Curze repeated again, his tone still full of disbelief, "No, no, Magnus has a very conservative attitude towards the use of psychic powers, and he likes to do most The thing is to be overly concerned about using prophecies... Yeah, maybe Magnus will be accepted. And what about Mortarion? He went to take a shower, I mean he got clean?"
< br>"I don't know." The angel said with a smile. "Judging from the omens at that moment, our fourteenth brother was still using the mathematical compass, and there were smoke particles floating in the room."
"Magnus did not send a message to Mortarion. Do you want to advise him to use psychic arts with caution? I also have this advice!" Cozz took a deep breath, cleared away all distracting thoughts from his heart, and looked at the angel's wings.
"What about you?" Conrad's voice returned to his low and soft tone, with a hint of smartness. He even used the Baal'akano language he had just learned recently, "Since when have you gradually been able to witness this world?" This scene really makes me curious, Archangel."
"Just recently, Coz, maybe since you arrived," the angel said with a solemn expression, "That day. The person I saw was still our father.”
“However, from a certain day, the vision in my eyes changed slightly. I saw you threatening me with blood and wine. , Conrad."
Conrad Coates' shoulders wrapped in a dark cloak shrugged, "Your heart is not as great and bright as your appearance, little angel."
"Don't be like this. In that fragment, I answered the question about blood seriously." The angel retracted his wings and returned to the seat again. "That's not a good choice."
"Did I get angry?"
"No, you didn't."
Curze waited for the last part of Sanguinius's words until he realized that his lack of anger was precisely The reason why Sanguinius thought he should make a different choice.
He buried his face in his hands and said grimly: "At least you didn't always follow the prophecy, Sanguinius."
"You spent several months telling me I prove that prophecy is not absolute, or even unique,” the angel said, smiling again.
In fact, Sanguinius nervously challenged the principles he had lived by for so many years in response to this new reality. This attempt to go against the prophecy was almost terrifying to him, and every moment he worried that reality would collapse, even if it was just an extremely trivial thing.
Then, reality remained solid, and a more unique and easy-to-get-together Konrad Coates still sat in front of him, clean and without a trace of smell. Underneath his pale complexion, he was using cruel cold reason as the foundation of his soul, rather than desperate self-destructive madness. He judges, not be judged; he hears confessions, not makes them.
The angel silently accepted the success of the experiment, and his heart relaxed happily.
"Okay," Curze said, looking through his memory again to prevent himself from missing some short-lived foreshadowing of this life.
Conrad Coates’ life has always been deeply entangled with reality and omens, in an inseparable spiral like the vines on the tree, and he was not always in the mood to analyze the triptych. Every scene in it.
Like how he skinned a woman who was about to commit suicide in Nostramo to prevent her from committing suicide. He had little interest in delving into the details.
In the final analysis, the skinner who had not received systematic training was twitching uneasily while using the boning knife to cut the tendon skin, and the damage caused to the outer skin was unbearable to look at. Even the Mandela agents he now has are more proficient at skinning than Nostramo's Conrad Coates - although objectively speaking, those who have always had a special shade of tradition of sewing their own leather jackets for themselves Creature, indeed, is proficient in leather craftsmanship.
In the end, Cozz chose to find something to stare at angrily, such as the angel wings that were bright like a chandelier in his dark hall, to express his deep sadness.
"Only your omen is changing," he said, pressing a few fingers on the three holes in the skull. "I am one step behind you again, Archangel."
"You can't call me Archangel and Little Angel again." Sanguinius said, "Otherwise I will call you Midnight Angel."
"You can't." Curze said , even though he is not very confident in this conclusion.
He crossed one leg over the other, pulled his black leather cloak back on, and covered his body.
"In this case, our sorting process needs to go through some adjustments..." He touched his chin and said, "Try to discuss the two possibilities separately. If you see signs that it is difficult to decide where they belong for a while, just Relegated to the story of the old world."
"Does this miss some scenes of what is going to happen in our future?"
"Omission is the best, which means that no one will be troubled by that omen." Coz said, with a cold tone naturally showing in his tone, "Huh... The more you know about the future, the harder it is to catch the destiny. The truth."
"Is there any other story you wish to tell me, my bright blood relative?"
"There is another story, but it is not a prophecy," the angel said, moving his wings. "I was told this morning by people in my tribe. An inspired person is operating in the market, providing private divination for the Baal people. His predictions are accurate, and all he needs is often just a glass of water or a piece of bread. "
He paused and said with interest: "Do you think that could be our father?"
"That sounds like him." Coates asserted, "If you are curious, go and check it out first. It's time for me to cleanse myself."
For a moment, Sanguinius suspected that Conrad Curze insisted on living in his own ship, not even to hide from the people, but to squander the water and bathe every day.
The angel glanced at the sky outside the colorful window: "It's late today. At night, those who are inspired often disappear invisible. I will come to find you tomorrow."
"Go. "Koz stood up and walked towards the shadow behind the Bone Stone Seat, "No."
Sanguinius turned and left with a smile.
At the door of the hall, he suddenly remembered the phrase in an unknown language that Coz often used, and he tried to imitate the mouth shape of the son of the Muse who was guarding the door and wore an iron grille mask.
The mask of the Son of the Muses immediately turned towards him, an odor of confusion emanating from beneath its expressionless iron face.
"Okay," he said softly, "I want to know what this means, can you tell me?"
The iron mask turned back to face the front, refusing to talk to the great angel. .
“Alas.” Sanguinius sighed, walked out of the corridor, spread his wings on the deck, and felt the direction of the wind.
Then, he jumped out of the deck lightly, spread his wings and glided, and soon turned into a bright white spot and disappeared into the dusk.
(End of this chapter)