The longstanding grudge between the Adeptus Custodes and the Thunder Warriors had a long and extremely complicated history.
It was not something that could be explained clearly in just a few words, nor was it something that could be resolved with a few sentences.
Besides, it was impossible to determine who was right and who was wrong by this point.
It was difficult to say that the Thunder Warriors who had died in the Battle of Mount Ararat had not wished for it themselves. In fact, many of the surviving Thunder Warriors who came later vaguely understood this truth.
Otherwise, if the Adeptus Custodes had carried out their orders seriously, how could any Thunder Warriors have survived?
In short, it was a complete mess.
Alvin had neither the inclination nor the need to comfort them or resolve the matter. He was here to get things done, not to play peacemaker!
This matter could be left to Marshal Trajan of the Adeptus Custodes to worry about.
"The matters here will be left to you for now."
Looking at the still-wary Cassius, Alvin did not waste any time. He directly handed him the remaining potions. "I still have another matter to deal with. I'll contact you in a few days."
"Alright."
Maximus had partnered with him for two hundred years and more or less understood Alvin's habits. He nodded in agreement.
"Let's leave this place first."
Seeing this, Alvin turned to Terrax and said.
Terrax took a deep look at him. The discipline etched into his bones kept him from saying anything more, and he put away the miniature black hole generator.
"You're just going to let them leave?" Cassius was indignant. He glared at the Adeptus Custodes and the tall human. "That's the Adeptus Custodes! What if he's..."
"Shut up!"
Maximus