Chapter 59 Family Gathering (Part 1)
Perturabo poked the barbecue steak on the silver dinner plate with the enlarged original fork, and his eyes drifted from the deep oil paintings hanging on the wall of the room to the Internet On the curtains with white gauze, try to arrange new simple golden trims in a new way in your mind, and replace the current complicated designs.
When Morse called his name, he immediately replied, "Morse always exaggerates the truth." At the same time, he turned his attention back to the current situation that confused him and could not be solved. The center of the complex scene is full of mystery, like a ball of thread played with by a small animal.
“Am I exaggerating?” Mors put the thumb pad and index finger knuckle of his left hand against his chin, and sat on the emperor’s left side. He was obviously speaking to Perturabo, but he was looking at Holland. Russ, "But you are so extraordinary, Horus. Both of you bear a perfect resemblance to the one who now sits on the throne and wears the golden crown. And I never use lies to satirize."
Perturabo felt Horus, who was sitting directly opposite the Emperor with him, quickly raise his head to look at the Emperor, and then pretended that the glance he had just intended to observe the Emperor's reaction had not happened.
He nodded together with the wolf head connected to the pearly white fur on his shoulders, like half the host of the party, polite and tolerant.
“Thank you for your praise, craftsman.” Horus said contagiously, “and thanks to my father, we are only one percent similar to the image in his design.”< br>
The Emperor tried his best to respond after being mentioned: +You...all meet my expectations. +
"Is it consistent?" Mors asked suddenly, successfully intercepting Horus' joy as he was about to rise.
Macador sat at the emperor's right hand, silently cutting the long-handled green leafy vegetables on the plate.
The Prime Minister pulled up his black hood. The only thing left in his world was the difficult-to-handle vegetable leaf stalk, but Perturabo didn't think that the Prime Minister really didn't know how to cut it with a spoon instead of a table knife. How tough the dish was.
"Do you have any suggestions for our actions?" Horus asked.
"Well, actually, I have no advice for you." Morse picked up a wheat flour product from the plate and twisted it on the tip of his fork. "You are the one I know least about among the spiritual things on this table. As for the inanimate things, I am more interested in the origin of this viscous drink."
"You know me "Father?" Horus' voice became a little sharp, "How long have you known the Emperor of Mankind?"
"...This drink is the milk of a beast of burden on a certain planet." Malcador spoke slowly, proving the Emperor's true intention in having him sit with him at the table. "Helps enhance the body's resistance to toxic substances."
"I was still young then." Morse let out a light snort without being disturbed by Machado's thoughts, and let go of the innocent pasta with the fork in his hand. "I have known him for a long time. But I guess you have been through thick and thin with him, Malcador. Your appearance is much older than your soul."
Emperor's Use Drinking naturally avoids answering.
"I have also been with my father for many years. I returned to my father very early." Horus said, trying not to fall into Morse's rhythm, "and Perturabo was the one I saw The first brother. "
The Shepherd God finally made the opening statement that he had been preparing for many years. In today's wind and snow, he never found a chance to speak. This made him doubt whether his father would be able to speak in the past ten minutes. You will think he is slow.
He said to Perturabo seriously: "Perturabo, I am Horus. As the son of the first return, I think it is my obligation to be friends with you and help my father give you some guidance. ”
"I'll need it." Perturabo decided to speak truthfully. "I still know very little about the Crusade of which you speak, and nothing about you or the Emperor. But be prepared, I do not share your good temper, Horus."
He now every time Seeing the Emperor tearing bread will remind him of the joke he had in his head a few days ago, that is, he had to tell Mors that he would follow the Emperor, his biological father, so as not to be criticized and ridiculed by Mors every day.
Now he decided to keep this idea in his heart forever and never say a word, because after the emperor finished drinking the wine and tearing the bread, he studied peeling potatoes with the tip of his fork. "It doesn't matter, my brother." Horus seemed relieved, "We can discuss all this in detail, such as how you will take over your legion, and the truth of our empire."
"You did lead him personally for a long time, Emperor." Morse said, "'Imperial Truth', it sounds like you at first glance. And the color of the armor, pearl white again? I was surprised You will hope that this color that a commander once possessed can reappear under your flying banner."
Horus' attention was successfully diverted to a few words in this passage. He glanced down at the color of his vambraces, feeling visibly confused.
The Emperor put down the imperfectly peeled potatoes unmoved.
+I will not limit the color. + Psychic energy carries the language into the minds of everyone present, which not only reflects the Emperor's power, but also saves the Emperor the trouble of choosing a tone of voice.
"You will only limit the name." Morse whispered, giving the Emperor a deep look, "Although I only knew it within twelve hours, you still remember it so long ago. "
Makado finally cut off the vegetables with a spoon, and the metal made a crisp sound when it hit the ceramic surface.
The old man said "Sorry" calmly and slowly picked up the overcooked vegetable leaves with a fork.
“My father’s memory contains the knowledge of all mankind,” Horus said uneasily. “He remembers all the shining moments of the stars in human history.”
“Perhaps you are "Yes, Luperkar." Morse said, "What names did the emperor give to your eldest son? Macedonia? Frank?"
"I didn't mention it." Horus didn't know the truth, and Morse had no intention of targeting him. He had no idea of the existence of Horus himself, except that the young extraordinary man worshiped his father too much. Apparently it wasn't Horus' fault.
The Emperor's lips pressed together under Morse's gaze, and the golden spirit made his face more sacred and lofty.
+I did not give them the name of the ancient Terran country, Morse. The old empires have collapsed. +
“But you remembered the name of a cave,” Mors chose the title, “Emperor.”
Horus tried his best to avoid breaking his fork. He grasped it tightly, almost impatient to get to the bottom of this mysterious riddle. Morse almost flinched in disbelief at the intimacy symbolized by his proximity to the Emperor.
The returning eldest son quietly observed Perturabo. The new young man obviously knew nothing about it. At this moment, the curiosity the two brothers exchanged with their eyes became their passion. The first bond.
The emperor's answer was slow, + yes. +
+I thought you didn't like it there. +Morse also used psychic powers. His aggressiveness in this moment was, ever so briefly, replaced by a shrinking fear of the answer.
He then suddenly increased his toughness: +You have new heirs and companions. You are building a new empire. +
+Oh...+The Emperor said, +Everything is moving forward. +
“But we also need help from the past.” Malcador’s aging and tired voice sounded.
"Like Morse?" asked Perturabo.
(End of this chapter)