Although I had many doubts about the affairs of Monk Kalistarius, Soshiyan was not stupid enough to raise it on such occasions.
Maybe he will never ask this question again.
After the two battle groups introduced each other, the blood slaves quietly walked into the house, and the basin of water in their hands contained clear water containing vonoids.
They ritually cleaned the owners' lips and hands, and placed a white towel on their left arm.
The other servants followed, holding wine cans and silver wine glasses with rubies and gold wires in their hands.
The most important thing about the Holy Blood Angels is beauty, and the manifestation of beauty in their way of doing things is outstanding. Therefore, the rhythm of their servants' work is perfect and serves their masters accurately like machinery.
They made no noise when they placed their wine glasses on the stone table.
As the master, Dante waited for the end of this sacred baptism, and a high-level war mate gave him a silver basin with thirty-three rubies in it, each with the name of the newly sacrificed dead man engraved on it.
Dante picked them up and put them in the bowl in front of him.
"Let future generations remember them."
Dante said,
The first one raised the full wine glass, and the blood slaves retreated one by one.
"Blood will not defile our words, and anger will not defile our reason."
The soldiers of the Holy Blood Angel recited the subsequent sentences, and Soshiyang looked at the mysterious ritual of the ancient battle group curiously.
"Remain the blood of San Gilles!"
After finishing,
The descendants of San Gilles bowed their heads to seek communication with their father's soul.
When everyone looked up again, their expressions relaxed, and Dante then raised his glasses to Soshyan and Randall.
"Welcome again our cousin brothers, brave Dorn children!"
Randall raised his glass with a normal expression, while Soshiyang raised his glass with a little embarrassment.
After Dante drank the thing in the glass, he also drank it.
Some red wine.
At the moment of the entrance, Soshiyang felt a ray of flame-like touch, like boiling blood.
These aged wines are all made from fruits from the Bar Desert Oasis Plantation. Soshiyan felt that there was a trace of blood added to the seasoning. The taste was very unique, mellow and intense, but it was not overwhelming.
Instead, there was a long aftertaste after he swallowed his throat.
Bar wine is well-deserved.
Then there was a relaxed atmosphere and communication session with each other. Almost no one had touched the exquisite food on the table because they didn't actually need to eat, especially those exquisite meals, but this was an iconic gesture.
Dante seemed interested in Soshyan and had been listening to the wars and battles he had experienced over the years, especially the battle with Huron.
Of course, Soshiyan had to hide many details, which sometimes made his narrative seem inconsistent, but Dante did not point out those things. Instead, he fully affirmed Soshiyan's boldness and care.
According to Dante, any commander instinctively chooses to defend when encountering a strong enemy. Those who can make every effort to attack are either geniuses or madmen.
The Holy Blood Angel has always adhered to the tactical concept of ‘preemptive’ and ‘offensive is the best defense’. Dante even joked that Soshiyan’s style looks more like them than Empire Fist.
Of course, Soshiyan could only smile with an embarrassing smile.
However, during the subsequent chat, Dante seemed to have been asking about the Alliance of Suffering or the Hughers intentionally or unintentionally.
Soshiyan captured this and immediately realized that the legendary commander seemed to have something unspeakable.
Before he could speak, Dante suddenly invited him to another private cabin beside him for a separate meeting.
Soshiyan didn't think much about it and immediately accepted the invitation.
But when he entered that cabin, he realized that it was a private library, belonging to the commander of the battle group.
The Lord Commander has thousands of books in his private library on the Blade of Revenge, many of which are unique and copied by manpower from a long-destroyed data retrieval machine.
Among these priceless treasures, none of them can be compared with the scroll of San Gilles - these nineteen scrolls were written by the Primarch himself, recording the deepest thoughts in his heart.
Their originals are stored in the treasure house of think tank curators, and they are guaranteed by static force fields to not be eroded by time. These reels only have five copies of the entire Galaxy.
In his long life, Dante only came into contact with the original three times.
Now, a copy has been taken out.
Dante sat at his desk. Although there was no trace of being read in this copy, Dante had actually read the works of San Gilles countless times.
There is a chapter in this writing that he read most often, his fingers moving on the scroll, and the silky velvet gloves ensure that the parchment scroll is not contaminated by sweat.
Soshiyan was right opposite him, sitting in a dangerous position, like a student in the classroom, with seriousness and caution.
He didn't know what Dante was going to say to himself, but it must have extraordinary significance.
“I’m worried about what I’m seeing—”
Dante narrates the words on the scroll.
"My foresight has troubled me with darkness, and I can't find any comfort in these illusions, as I wrote before, our victory will only cause tragic consequences, but even so, some illusions are too dark, they make me feel hopeless, and it is difficult for me to record them in the following papers... My father's dream is dead, and there is no doubt that even the Emperor will be heartbroken when he sees endless wars and sufferings in the future. He has never hinted at us how dark he will be. Did he know it long ago?
There is reason to think that he does not know that this talent I foresee for the future—if it could be truly a talent, it originated from him, and his power was so powerful that I could not imagine. I asked myself again and again whether he had known all this all the time, did he expect everything that was coming? Or did he, like me, have no knowledge of it before? The bright future I had seen had been burned, replaced by another extremely decaying possibility... I curse you, Horus, and I will not forgive you even at the end."
After reading this paragraph, Dante paused for a while. When he saw Soshiyang's thoughtful expression, he continued:
"—I have written about these things countless times, and I still don't know the answer to this question, so let me change the topic, I will write down the dream I had last night here, which brought me comfort when I couldn't find comfort, so it deserves to be recorded."
Dante unfolded the scroll to reveal the next page.