Chapter 1219 The Old Servant
He opened his eyes, and within his sight was only the gentle darkness in the meditation room.
However, this comfort only lasted for a moment. A stranger broke in and accompanied him back to the sober world.
She read his name, and the unique female voice broke the dark silence. Her breath washed the air full of disinfectant smell with her movements.
The warrior reached out to grab her throat, strangled the woman's neck with his huge fist, and lifted her high while standing up.
The next moment, her shaking boots were kicking weakly against him, and her mouth couldn't get a breath of air to nourish her voice.
"Master."
Suddenly, he realized that the voice was not a "stranger".
Taros let go of her, and she immediately fell from a height of one meter. Her two soft legs fell to the deck, and she landed on her hands and knees.
“It’s Octavia.”
Talos did not expect that the navigator of the Blood Oath would appear in front of him again after so many years.
She kept coughing, spitting, and wheezing.
“And Septimus.”
Taros raised his head and saw his former servant and pilot standing at the open door, holding a hand tremblingly. A pistol.
"Although we have some old friendship, I still have to remind you."
Talos said with a smile:
“According to imperial law, pointing a weapon at an Astartes is a capital offense.”
“Master, I thought you lost control again——”
Septimus opened his blind eyes wide. His fear was obvious at a glance, but he could not hide his firm purpose.
"...I can't let you kill my wife."
"Ah, she is your wife now, I almost forgot."
Taros slowly bent down and stretched out a hand to help Octavia stand up.
She took Talos' hand, but hesitated for a moment before doing so.
"This shows how kind the Empire is to its people. You have never experienced this kind of treatment on the Blood Oath."
Ottavia touched her throat, where there was still a throbbing pain. Incomparable.
"It's okay, Septimus, it's okay, no need to worry."
Septimus put down the gun and put it back into the hidden gun case on his waist, while the former navigator opened the Loose hair on the face.
"Taros, what have I done to deserve this welcome?"
"You have done nothing."
Talos returned to the lounge chair he used as a resting place on a cold metal plate.
"Forgive me, I was bothered by some of the things I dreamed about."
"I knocked on the door."
"I believed you, so I said sorry to you too. ”
Talos pressed his palms to his eyes, trying to erase the afterimages left by the hallucination, but the pain still existed in his body, and it was worse than in the past few years - the pulse was running along his skull One side throbbed, causing pain to spread outward from his temple like a spider web.
The battle wounds inflicted on Pai Mao quickly increased the pain, and now the pain he felt in his dreams must be the same.
After more than ten seconds, he slowly raised his head and looked at her.
Ottavia's appearance seems to have not changed much, except that her figure and face are much plumper than before, and her complexion is also very healthy. She is wearing a decent lady's dress and a black silk scarf on her forehead to block her. Navigator's Eyes, and a sun hat scattered on the ground, it's obvious that she's living a good life.
Septimus looked relatively older, with a little belly, and a faint smell of engine oil. Talos probably guessed the other party's occupation. The three of them shared a silence that was finally broken by Talos.
“Why are you here?”
"Valier"
Ottavia said hesitantly:
". Said that you were feeling a little unwell."
"You are still in contact with him?"
"Well he keeps telling us about little Talos."
"Little Talos——"
Talos showed a troubled smile.
"Did you give him this name?"
Ottavia nodded silently.
“Now that you have gained this precious freedom, you should completely abandon the past and everything on the Blood Oath, including me. Why do you still let the past constrain your current life?”
Talos was lying on the bed, covering his eyes with his arms so that the two of them could not see his expression clearly.
“Are you dissatisfied with your current life?”
“Of course not, we are very satisfied with our current life. Septimus opened a machinery repair shop in Zhongchao , employing more than thirty workers, can allow us to live quite decently, but this is not a reason for us to abandon the past, because that is a part of our lives, Charles, Selion, and Markusen. They will always survive in In our memories and in our dreams, no matter what kind of fear and blood they bring, these cannot be abandoned."
"It seems that your life is indeed worry-free. "Concern, the empire takes good care of you and allows you to be in the mood to think wildly."
Taros put down his arm, and their eyes met - Octavia's hazel eyes were already in contact with that. The eerie black eyes of all the sons of Nostram collided.
The stare between the two couldn't last long, and Octavia would get goosebumps if she stared at any of the Night Lord's enhanced demigod features for too long.
Talos’s face is more like a weapon than a man. The skull under the delicate features has become stronger, like bricks made of bones, as strong as steel, with surgical scars on it. The scars underneath were almost hidden by his pale skin, extending downward from his temples on both sides.
Things aside, Talos undoubtedly has the appearance of a handsome man, but once it grows on this tall warrior, it seems to be some kind of blasphemy.
She remembered clearly that her former masters had an endless hatred for everything, even each other.
But now he has indeed changed.
He faced her gaze with a smile. Fortunately, that action was still human. It was a twisted smile: it once belonged to a boy who had much more in his head than what he said in his mouth.
At that moment, his image seemed to surpass the scarred Midnight Sons on the Bloodsworn ship in the past.
"I think your visit this time has a purpose."
Talos said, relatively speaking, this is not a problem.
“I don’t mean to offend, although I also want to say some polite words first, but the ability to use for small talk. After we completely abandon our mortal nature, it completely left me, more than anything else. One step.”
Octavia snorted.
"Is just caring about acquaintances considered a purpose? What kind of nightmare did you...have?"
Talos smiled at her, the kind that often hides in him The smile inside the helmet.
“You don’t want to know.”
“Is it a prophecy?”
"I cannot make a conclusion. The difference between a prophecy and a nightmare is not always easy to detect. This is a memory that becomes distorted and dirty as it approaches the end. It is neither a prophetic vision nor a real dream."< br>
"Like...your original body?"
She looked away, not daring to look him in the eye.
(End of this chapter)