Chapter 72 Magnus
"Enough, enough." The Tizka treasured a piece of spar handed to him by Morse, and reluctantly waved from the depths of the spar. Averted his eyes in the illusion of the wind of ether. "This child is your...?"
"He is my apprentice."
"He is my father."
The clothesmaker was surprised Eyes widened.
Morse patted Perturabo's head and said quickly: "This child's biological father died early. Please understand."
This time, even though the image is simulating a corner of the waves inside the vast ocean. The precious crystals can no longer offset the doubts of the dressmaker.
He took out a long-stemmed reed engraved with grid lines and measured Perturabo's size. From his frowning brows and hesitant cheek muscles, it can be seen that this simple man has Many questions.
He motioned to Perturabo to open his arms, flexibly letting the simple soft ruler pass over the boy's back, and politely avoiding touching the foreign boy's skin.
In the end, the Tizka chose a friendly opening.
"Where did you come here from?" asked the olive-skinned local. "Is there anyone living outside? I thought there were no cities outside Tizca for a long time."
"Not only there, but many "Morse said, "It's very far away from here, and the lifestyle is different - which outfit do you want to wear?"
Perturabo looked around, "From the top of the east display wall. And the second row down, from the door side to the second column inside. "
"Very organized, little sir." The Tizka man praised you, "You will be very welcome in our library. In recent years, the great scholar Magnus has added many picture books to the library, some of which are illustrated, which are suitable for children of your age to read."
"I am not a child." Turab said grimly.
Morse walked over to the ready-to-wear sample of the local ordinary boys' style cloth robe designated by Perturabo and took a closer look, and said casually: "Well, you are not. Is Magnus famous here?"< br>
"Of course, he saved us all." When Magnus was mentioned, heartfelt admiration immediately filled the Tizka's words.
He temporarily freed his hand and pointed out the window, "The Soul-eating Bees were in the sky at that time, blocking out the sky and the sun, covering the entire darkness above our heads. They only needed to open their arms Those terrifying jaws can kill fifty people at a time, and it is said that invisible eggs can take root in our aura through the ether. The light of my mind cannot join our mental barrier, so I hide in the house, scared to death. . ”
Morse silently read the man’s thoughts and determined what the Soul Devouring Bee was—a subspace entity filled with the strange smell of the Supreme Sky, and its attack power was somewhat strong.
Anyway, he has never raised one.
"What happens next?" asked Perturabo.
"He passed by this window with fire burning in his hands." The Tizka people praised: "The fire burned all the way to the sky, burning all the beasts, like a flaming giant. I She fainted when she saw him. Later, Rafaela told me that after seeing Magnus that day, she suddenly learned to control gravity through the ether, and could pull the Devouring Bee from the sky to the ground and tear it to pieces. "< br>
"Then he did save a planet at a very young age." Morse glanced at Perturabo. "It sounds like Great Scholar Magnus has extraordinary abilities."
"So?" Perturabo lowered his arms and stared at Morse.
The Tizka man laughed and said, "It doesn't matter, little sir, you are still very young. Get your new clothes here in three days. Goodbye, friends from a foreign land." After leaving the shop, Pettu Labo asked: "Shall we go find Magnus next?"
"If you are not going to hang out for a while, or you plan to hang out for a while after finding a local tour guide, then yes." Morse said, "Where is your fleet advancing?"
"The Melantara star cluster is being cleaned." Perturabo closed his eyes and replied, "I asked them to give priority to ensuring the absoluteness and stability of their rule, so as not to have to return twice after leaving. Already A port for the Imperial fleet is in the early stages of construction."
"You see, at the same age, you are conquering the Star Sea, and Magnus is still in a corner on Prospero."
"Everyone's achievements are affected by the combination of environment and talent." If you only listen to the text of Perturabo's words, then he sounds mature and sensible, and is not shocked by honor or disgrace. "So your deliberate praise is very important to you." I don't. I believe that as my brother, Magnus is accomplished in a different way than me."
"If you say so." Morse said nonchalantly, "reach out."
He took Perturabo's outstretched hand and took a step forward. The surrounding scene shattered and reappeared in the ultimate brilliant color. Reorganized, the dark green leaves, clear waterways and shining white marble merged into a very small point and then expanded at high speed. A bright and pure copper-colored living fire served as a guiding coordinate at the end of the space transformation.
Next step, the two of them stepped in front of an extremely huge glass pyramid. The neatly trimmed green lawns and pure white walking paths together laid a pure and beautiful foundation for the glass building that reflected the sun's rays. The meter-high pure gold arched passage is open to anyone who comes, and scholars and even civilians who pursue knowledge are welcome to enter and read.
"How many people participated in the construction of this building?" Perturabo's mind immediately flew to the design of the building itself, "It is simply radiant."
"You can directly Ask Magnus." Morse pointed to the end of the arched passage, where a particularly tall figure was walking out. "I believe he will be willing to introduce everything he has created to you. After all, even if you are asked about your achievements, he will be happy to answer it."
As usual, Perturabo selectively ignored the irony that was integral to Morse's normal speech. Sooner or later, he would have to compile a set of logically complete theoretical books to prove that Morse's way of speaking did more harm than good.
As they walked forward, an extraordinary huge figure walked out from the golden road towards each other.
His body should have signaled strength and danger, but the soft and soothing lines softened his menace.
A supple cloak made of raptor feathers flutters from the giant's shoulders, echoing the robe with a color similar to that of sheepskin rolls. The gold and blue bracelets and neck ornaments and the pure gold headdress inlaid with bird feathers are in the The visual experience makes the picture rhythmic.
The smooth red skin like molten copper did not detract from his magnanimity at all, but further highlighted the difference between him and ordinary people - just like a man stepping down from the base of an ancient mural or a copper statue A wise man is respectable and majestic.
"I see you," Magnus said. The colorful light in his eyes was ever-changing, just as bright as gold at this time. "In the vast ocean, the reflection of your mind in the ether wave is completely different from that of any mind. It’s different.”
“Because what you usually see is the human mind.” Morse smiled calmly and patted Perturabo’s shoulder with his fingertips wrapped in black cloth, “Magnus, Your father asked us to take you back to Terra. "
"Perturabo," the boy introduced himself, "a Primarch from Olympia. "
"Oh..." Confusion flashed across Magnus's wise face, and the giant bent down friendlyly so that he could talk to his brother, "Are you my brother?"
< br>"I am the leader of the Fourth Legion." Perturabo's iron expression remained unchanged. "And you are ranked fifteen."
(End of this chapter)