Just a Trivial Matter

Guilliman picked up the tea cup and drank the last sip of green tea.

The tea soup has cooled down, but the elegant aroma still lingers on the lips and teeth.

He put down the teacup and looked at Asuryan calmly.

"So," his voice was unhurried, as if he was asking about a trivial matter, "What's the matter with you coming to me?"

Asuryan tapped his fingers lightly on the stone table, the rhythm was very slow, as if he was considering his words.

Guilliman didn't wait for his answer, then added, "If you feel dissatisfied with the fact that the God of War Kaine restored Imperium of Man, you can just pull him back."

If you are still dissatisfied, you can also go to my father.

Although he couldn't move on the throne, he could still curse a few times.

Kaine's teapot almost slipped again.

He stared at Guilliman with wide eyes, his eyes full of shock. "How dare you talk to my brother like this?"

Guilliman didn't even look at him.

Asuryan's complexion changed at that moment.

The gentle temperament, like the warm spring sun, suddenly disappeared, replaced by an almost ferocious anger.

His eyes widened, his lips trembled slightly, and he slammed his fingers on the stone table - the force was not strong, but the whole pavilion trembled.

"That's right!" His voice suddenly rose, and the gentle voice exploded like a broken gong at this moment, "I really want to scold that bastard Neoth!"

Guilliman's eyebrows raised slightly.

Neoth.

That is the name Emperor used in ancient times, an almost forgotten title.

The fact that Asuryan can call this name so naturally shows that the relationship between them is much deeper than just "hearing about each other."

"I have a heart-to-heart connection with him, and he is playing tricks with me!" Asuryan's voice became louder and louder, and he became more and more excited, tapping his fingers on the table. "Brother, he trusted him, but he kicked his brother into the ditch!"

Guilliman was stunned.

It's not because of Asuryan's anger - as the king of Aeldari Gods, he has the right to be angry with anyone.

It's because of the way Asuryan uses words.

"Heart to heart", "playing with brains", "kick in the ditch", these words are too down-to-earth, too businesslike, too much like an old man cursing in the market, rather than a high-altitude god.

Guilliman turned to look at Kaine.

Kaine's mouth opened into a perfect "O" shape, and his eyes were full of confusion, with a trace of "why don't I know" confusion in the confusion.

He obviously didn't know that his elder brother had such a deep friendship with Emperor of Mankind.

Asuryan seemed to realize his gaffe, and took a deep breath. The ferocious expression receded like a tide, and a gentle smile reappeared on his face.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip, as if the scene just now had never happened.

"I made you laugh." His voice returned to calmness, "The problem with me is that I easily get carried away when I mention Neoth."

Guilliman did not answer the call.

He just waited quietly, waiting for Asuryan to continue talking.

Asuryan put down the tea cup and his eyes fell on Kaine. There was a hint of helplessness, a hint of pampering, and a hint of "Why are you so stupid" in his eyes.

"With your militant status, of course I wouldn't dare to introduce Neoth to you." His tone was like explaining to an ignorant child, "At that time, your mind was full of fighting and killing, and you wanted to kill everyone you met."

If I bring Neoth to you, you two will have to fight.

Kaine opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

His face turned red, whether from shame or disapproval.

Asuryan ignored him and turned his head to look at Guilliman, his gaze becoming profound.

"Neoth is the most special existence I have ever seen." His voice became deeper, as if he was telling a long-lasting secret, "In that era, although Perpetual was rare, it was not unique."

Neoth is the strongest among them - no, not the strongest, but the 'most likely'.

He paused, as if he was recalling something far away.

"His human status was not prominent at that time."

In the human world, he has at most a little bit of the name Perpetual, occasionally shows some Psionic Energy power, and is regarded as a wizard or prophet by the locals.

But in my eyes, he is different.

Asuryan's eyes became distant, as if he had penetrated the mists of time and saw an afternoon sixty-five million years ago.

"The first time I saw him, I had a certain premonition about him - this guy would be a stronger being than me."

Although the power of Psionic Energy at that time was far inferior to mine, after all, I had the entire belief in Eldar, and I also had an extremely stable Divinity.

And he was alone, without the blessing of any god.

"But he has something that I don't have."

Guilliman asked, "What?"

"Ambition." Asuryan said, "It is not the kind of ambition that wants to conquer or rule, but a deeper and more essential ambition - he wants to make mankind a race that no longer needs gods."

He wants to let human beings stand up and walk on their own feet instead of kneeling in front of any existence.

The corners of Asuryan's mouth raised slightly, with a wry smile, "I thought he was crazy at the time."

How dare a mortal who has not even unified his own race dare to have such a dream.

But now it seems that I am the crazy one.

Guilliman has no reviews.

He just listened quietly, waiting for Asuryan to continue speaking.

"He was a guest in Eldar." Asuryan's tone became calmer, as if telling an ancient story, "That was a long, long time ago, so long that even Kaine was not fully formed yet."

Kaine's ears moved, but he didn't interrupt.

"The way he came was very direct - he directly tore apart Webway's barrier and walked out."

At that time, Webway was still the core territory of Eldar, and any foreigner entering without permission would be regarded as an intruder.

But Neoth is not an intruder, he is a visitor.

A trace of nostalgia flashed in Asuryan's eyes. "He stood there, wearing a shabby coat, holding a sword picked up from an unknown battlefield in his hand, without any decorations or signs on his body."

But his momentum made all Eldar shut their mouths.

"What did he do?" Guilliman asked.

"Nothing was done." Asuryan smiled, "He just stood there and then released his Psionic Energy."

Not an attack, not a demonstration, just a show.

He lightly drew his finger in the air, and a pale golden Psionic Energy track emerged, like a swimming snake.

"The Psionic Energy's purity, vastness, and irresistibility shocked all Eldar present.

We Eldar are a race that respects the strong Psionic Energy. The Psionic Energy of Neoth makes us believe that this human being is a powerful existence.

He is not weaker than us, and in some respects, he is even stronger than us."