When the communication connection was closed, Bahram's anger finally subsided slightly, and he shook his head slightly.
"Herbert, as I said before the screening, life and death are all decided by the emperor, and revenge must not be allowed afterwards. I don't care how you know about those processes, but you are not allowed to mention anything related to the screening in the future, otherwise I don't care Whether you are a blood descendant of Brother Danlun or not, I will kill you."
In fact, according to Bahram's view, Herbert's behavior should be directly disqualified, but firstly, the current battle group does need more soldiers, and secondly, during the recruit era, Danlon and he had a good relationship. Although he became a Stating means cutting off the relationship with the world, but there is always such a sentiment.
Jacob lay on his back on the deck, staring at the ceiling and slowly swallowing his own blood, then he laughed and eventually passed out.
"Um?"
When Bahram came in, Jacob opened his eyes. In fact, he was not asleep. To be more precise, he was just immersed in some kind of meditative state between sleep and wakefulness, making sure that he was the whole, not the parts. The mind can completely sink into peace and tranquility.
The past two days seemed extremely long. Under the pharmacist's powerful but painful treatment, he had actually recovered in just eight hours, but he had been kept in the pharmacy department on the starboard side.
This is punishment.
"Looks like he's in pretty good shape."
Bahram looked at the boy carefully;
Jacob's body is like a canvas belonging to an artist, covered with faded scars and healed incisions, most of which have solidified into white scars, except for the narrow wound across the shoulder - very Deep and jagged in shape.
Jacob was also sizing up the Astartes. He could never decipher what was in the other person's eyes. He couldn't tell whether what he saw was disappointment, teasing, or both.
"You are about to undergo your first reconstructive surgery."
"Should this be my honor, my lord?"
"In fact, the other team captains are talking about you and
Herbert, they think you should be sent back. "
Jacob was calm on the surface, but very nervous inside. He was so humiliatingly sent back to his home planet or left to serve in the hall of the fortress monastery, and finally breathed his last in a cold and dark corner where no one knew.
No, he didn't dare to think about it anymore. He was not born to embark on a path of shameful destiny.
Fighting, fighting was what he wanted, especially fighting the greenskins.
"I have to say, you have a really bad temper, Jacob."
"I've heard this many times."
Jacob shook his head, moved his limbs and stretched his muscles. He felt pleasure crackling all over his body.
"You know, I fought with your father"
Hearing these words, Jacob's body froze.
"Those days in Hades were really difficult, and many people were desperate, but he was still a heroic fighter, just like you that night two days ago, never retreating even in the face of a much stronger enemy. .”
"I don't remember much about him."
Jacob's response was just a vague hum, more like some kind of self-comfort.
Bahram sensed the other man's mood and changed the subject.
"Actually, I'm also curious as to why you wanted to kill
Herbert's brother? "
"I don't know, who is willing to kill, but he has been irritating me, just like a hunter inducing prey, even in life and death situations, he will openly oppose my orders, no matter what I say, he will sing the opposite, if he is allowed to continue That would have eliminated all of us and I just wanted to shut him up."
"Indeed."
Bahram agreed.
"The survival rate of your team ranks among the top three among all teams. Your fighting spirit, cunning and decisiveness impressed us all, including the fact that you executed your own team members."
With that said, Bahram opened the door to the confinement room. Before leaving, he turned to Jacob and said solemnly:
"I hope I can see you again in the future, a new and stronger you, take care."
Watching the other party leave, Jacob lowered his head, took out the saint pendant from his neck that was first stained with his mother's blood, and then his father's blood, and put it on his forehead.
"Bless me, father, bless me, mother..."
At this time, a servitor came in and said in a low voice:
"Jacob, physical training is about to begin, please follow me to the training room."
In another confinement room not far away, Robin in power armor was leaning against the door frame, playing with a delicate dagger, while Herbert, who was sitting on a cold chair, also seemed a little careless.
After a moment, Robin spoke, but his voice was very calm, like a servitor.
"I also thought that you might seek revenge, but I felt that it was more than that. It was a more... personal emotion."
A hollow smile appeared on Herbert's handsome face.
"is that so?"
"There are other incidents. After my younger brother was injured, Jacob expressed his intention to abandon him several times... It can't be a coincidence. Anyone with eyes and brains will not believe that this is just a simple and pure team selection. .”
"You seemed so certain, but you didn't make it all public."
Herbert looked disgusted.
"I will not run away to adults like a child in need of a hug, I will face my own enemies on my own terms."
"The premise is that if, as you said, he is really an enemy, the anger and suspicion in your heart cannot be used as evidence for conviction, but you still try to kill him, right? What if you succeed? Murder your comrades But it’s a serious crime.”
"I didn't mean to kill him."
said Herbert, with a smile on his face.
"I just wanted to teach him a lesson and teach him what respect means. If I had used a sword instead of a dagger, I could have ended this matter faster."
"That's what he said too."
"What?"
The smile in Herbert's tone disappeared, and he roared, and low grunts began to rise in his throat. They mixed with the words, making them more like a beast-like threat.
"He is being held in the dispensary on the port side. During this time, we have decided to separate the two of you."
"I'm healed."
"It's really courageous to say this from a person whose spine was almost broken, but now even I won't go looking for any trouble, no matter how good I feel."
"I'm the reciprocal type."
"I know better than you, but I'm not here to talk about what happened, I'm here to tell you what will happen now."
Herbert nodded. He waited patiently and said nothing. He felt a chill rising quietly and winding down his spine. This was not a pleasant feeling.
The fact that Astartes himself came to read the verdict was not a good sign by any stretch of the imagination.
"If you still want to be an Astartes."
Robin spoke.
"Give up your useless hatred and pin all your emotions on your sword."
There was wariness and suspicion in the boy's eyes, and finally he smiled, unafraid.
"I see."
"Very well, remember, if you want to be a true elite, then don't put yourself on the same level as ordinary people. Your swordsmanship is very good, don't live up to it."
With that said, Robin straightened up and was about to leave. Then with a flick of his wrist, the dagger drew an arc and was finally nailed in front of Herbert's right foot.
"I'm waiting for your good news."
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