Chapter 64

Soshyan's hand, which had left the handle of the gun, held it again after hearing Sol's words.

But to his surprise, friar said admitted it.

"Yes, in fact, we are not a sub group of imperial fist."

Then he turned and asked:

"But commander sol, you are not always drifting in sub space as you claim?"

Sol breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't speak. He didn't say anything.

At this time, friar said motioned soshyan to the lectern behind him, reached out and took out a shiny copper ball the size of a fist from the dark box under the lectern.

Then soshyan put it in the middle of the low table between them.

Saul Wu raised his eyebrows at the old holographic projection device. He took a step forward, and the power nail joint was ringing low.

Before he reached out, friar said:

"Commander sol, we don't know each other. This meeting may or may not be accidental, but it doesn't matter. You can leave and go anywhere, or you can look at this and get the answer you're looking for..."

Sol looked up.

"Then why did you give it to me?"

"Why?"

The tone of brother said made this a rhetorical question.

"For the emperor."

Saul looked at brother Sid's iron coffin. His dark eyes seemed to penetrate the thick metal plate and meet the eyes of the man inside.

"That's not the answer."

"I guess you want to ask, will knowing the truth kill you?"

Sol didn't respond.

"Then let me ask you, sol tawitz, if you were to die on this ship... Would you care?"

The tenth company commander withdrew his hand. He took a deep look at the copper ball, and then turned his eyes to the bookshelves around him.

"Can I see these?"

"Of course."

Soshyan showed sol the contents of the bookshelf. The other party was mainly concerned with the information about the history of the Empire.

In the archives, apart from the history of battle groups, the most important thing is the historical archives of the Empire. As a star warrior, it may be any identity before being transformed.

Gangsters in the bottom nest, barbarians in the primitive world, or miners in the foundry world

Because of the Empire's blockade of knowledge, except for those who studied in noble colleges like soshyan, most people's attitude towards the empire is very vague, let alone the complex and long imperial history.

Therefore, after becoming star soldiers, they must learn a "cultural course", the most important of which is to learn the history of * * country.

Because the star knights were founded very early, the imperial history compiled within the regiment was more real and detailed than most imperial bureaucrats or colleges. With the help of servo skull, sol soon collected a lot of files.

"Commander sohyan war, can you give me a separate room?"

Holding bundles of sheepskin rolls, sol made a sincere request to the owner of the warship.

"Of course."

Soshyan then recruited a servant and asked him to take sol to an independent starfighter cabin, the upper deck of the Starfire. There are many such rooms. After all, they only have more than 20 people and don't use much space.

"Thank you."

After nodding gratefully to him, the other party followed the soldiers of the regiment and left the archives.

When the gate closed again, sol turned to friar side.

"Venerable, I don't quite understand."

"What?"

"Why do you trust him so much?"

"Trust who."

"Sol tawitz."

The next second, the fearless speaker again sounded that unique, shriveled laughter.

"Hehe, he? He's not sol tawitz."

"What!?"

Soshyan's eyes widened in amazement. He didn't expect that he was a fake after talking for so long.

"Then you..."

But then, brother said made him realize that he had guessed wrong.

"Sol tawitz has long died in the flames of Eastman 3. This is just a soul of revenge with his body. Ten thousand years of hatred and ten thousand years of obsession have twisted him into a terrible monster. He is no longer the commander of the tenth company or the Lord of the dead eagle."

Seeing that soshyan still looked puzzled, friar side gave a long sigh.

"Soshyan, do you think astat is really immortal?"

"Well... The Emperor gave us nearly immortal life. At least until now, there is no example of astat's aging and death."

"Yes, our bodies are so tough, but you know, astat's heart has a life span. A long time will kill our hearts a little. Every battle will make us more numb. We will gradually lose our desire to survive. When the inner cavity is gradually enlarged, the pursuit of death becomes the only driving force."

"This..."

Young soshyan can't imagine the terrible years.

"Loyalty, oath, faith, these are not worth the consumption of years. Only obsession and hatred can support an astat for 10000 years. It is extremely terrible and pure power. Such a person will not do what he wants except what he wants in his heart."

Friar said stepped forward and held the brass ball in his palm with his big hand.

"This is the reason why I choose to trust him, because I know that his heart has been filled with another thing, and there will never be a chance of turning back."

"Even if he didn't fall."

Soshyan glanced at the lectern and felt very uneasy about the secret hidden under it until now.

"... it is also possible to divulge our secrets."

"Don't worry, he has nowhere to go."

"Venerable, do you mean..."

"You are too young and the road ahead is extremely difficult, but I can't accompany you to fight anytime and anywhere. He will be a good guide."

The idea of recruiting a veteran ten thousand years ago made soshyan feel very strange.

What's more, will the other party agree?

As if aware of soshyan's thoughts, friar said waved his arm.

"You don't have to think too much. He will naturally come to us in two days. Then everything will be known."

With that, friar said, with heavy steps, walked behind the lectern and pressed a secret switch. Then the ground under his feet began to sink slowly.

At this time, soshyan seemed to think of something, and suddenly asked in a loud voice:

"Friar said, what has supported you for 10000 years? Is it hatred?"

Brother said, who slowly sank to the ground, did not reply.

It was not until most of his body sank to the ground that there was a ghostly whisper in the speaker.

"No."

"What's that?"

"Sorry."

Soshyan chewed the word.

"Sorry..."

"I failed to be loyal."

With a click, the gap on the ground closed, and soshyang stood alone in the silent archives, with mixed feelings in his heart.