Chapter 75 How Tall Are You
"Morse is so kind." Magnus stared at the space left after Morse disappeared into thin air, still not satisfied with what the talent said.
"You..." Perturabo rarely experienced the feeling of being choked to death by words. He slapped his chest to calm down the tone, feeling very complicated for a moment, "Why do you say that?"
"He recognized me." Magnus estimated the height difference between the two and was frustrated. He could not hold Perturabo's hand.
Perturabo hid his doubts about Magnus' true mental age.
"Morse rarely truly endorses a person," he said, giving what he thought was a tactful hint that was clear enough.
“But he can talk to me about the vast ocean.” Magnus’ voice lowered, and sadness flashed in the young giant’s eyes. “He said he wanted me to show the correctness of my theory. But in Prolos Perrault, I rarely discuss my subject with anyone in depth. It is like a light that is too bright, blinding mortals before it illuminates their path."
"I heard. The Emperor can communicate with you privately. You are the only one of my brothers who has this privilege."
"Father doesn't come often," Magnus said unhappily.
“And he will advise you not to be arrogant?”
"Well, yes...he always said I looked too far ahead," Magnus whispered, and Perturabo knew that was the real reason for Magnus's unhappiness.
Perturabo gently dropped the topic.
“Morse is very knowledgeable in the field of psychic energy. He is not a good instructor for systematic teaching, but he is suitable for people who can learn basic knowledge on their own. If you want to get guidance and breakthroughs on key ideas , you will find that Morse seems to know everything"
He said based on experience, although he does not have an absolutely clear concept of the mystery of subspace.
The never-ending practical exploration of technology, craftsmanship, and construction in the physical universe has occupied the empty slot in his heart reserved for private hobbies.
"I can feel it." Magnus raised his spirits, his face full of longing, "Relying on the body of light to directly and safely cross the etheric space several star clusters away! It's a complete miracle. I still have many things to ask him, For example, the temporary body that can carry our soul, and why is the structure of his spiritual light so strange? Neither mortals nor unknown creatures in the vast ocean have such a form. When you arrived in Prospero, I paid attention. It's his turn, but why weren't you there at that time? And your current etheric aura is also worth studying..."
Petura Bora took a long step and calmly tried to catch up with the high-spirited person. Magnus walked faster and faster.
The latter soon noticed this, and he slowed down, allowing Perturabo to follow him easily.
Normally in private space, Magnus doesn’t wear shoes very much.
Firstly, he uses his spiritual power to clean the ground several times every day. Secondly, he cannot get used to the heavy jewelry decorated on the sandals everyone gave him.
Moreover, walking barefoot on the garden path paved with fine sand and pebbles is his little-known hobby, even if it makes it a little dirty.
But today he still put on his favorite pair of sandals. The soles made of leather were painted with the image of a Devouring Bee, symbolizing the enemy he had killed for Tizca. This was a gift of thanks that Prospero asked Amon to send to him a few years ago.
“Let’s go to the exhibition hall first,” Magnus said. “I can introduce you to the works in our collection. Some are pure artistic creations, some are crafts brought by whims, and some are handicrafts brought about by whims. There are a few ancient relics that I have not yet studied clearly. If I have a legion in the future, I must let everyone collect precious cultural relics while participating in the expedition. The knowledge should be passed on and protected."
"I can't. I will introduce to you the physical objects I have created, which are countless light years away. If you go to Olympia in the future, I welcome you to visit the memorial hall that my Iron Warriors just built." Mentioning this matter, Petula said. Smile now. "You are the first brother to be invited by me." "What is the commemoration of?" Magnus asked curiously.
"There are countless moments worth remembering forever in the Great Crusade. I believe you will be satisfied with my exhibits." Perturabo decided to sell the specific content of the exhibits first. "Magnus, you know the Emperor's great ambitions." Expedition? I can explain it to you."
"I know part of it," Magnus replied. "I'd love to hear it."
"I can only confirm that the Emperor is willing. Tell us that part." Perturabo raised his head, Magnus felt the etheric aura around him, and for some reason he wanted to make sure Morse was not nearby first.
He removed a gold and blue wristband and made it large enough so that Perturabo's infant form could stand firmly on its smooth but wide surface.
Magnus sent it to Perturabo's leg. When he subconsciously completed the idea he had just thought of, Magnus realized that he had not asked his brother if he was willing to take a temporary ride. Transportation tools.
He took a small breath. "You can step on it, and I will hold it up with the ether. Well, this will make it easier for you to talk to me about the Great Crusade. You don't have to raise your head to speak. I won't let it shake. My experience with the power of manipulating the original creator Rich... Perturabo, do you agree? It's clean, I clean it every day."
"My reason allows me to accept it." Perturabo stood on the smooth gold-plated jewelry surface. Genus drove it to fly steadily. Except for the excessive speed at the beginning due to the nervousness of the controller, the subsequent suspension was quite stable. "But you don't mind if it gets dirty?"
"Well, not strictly speaking, but your existence is very special, so it won't get dusty..."
"I thought you were complimenting me," Perturabo said.
"I'm looking forward to seeing the complete you." Magnus smiled sincerely, "Then we can look at each other level."
Perturabo was silent for a millisecond, "How tall are you?"
"About four meters." Magnus said, "Well, if you want to be taller, I can also use my psychic powers. To become bigger, you only need to guide the energy from the void below the skin and temporarily include it in the circulation system so that it can be separated from the body at any time to ensure recovery. ”
< br>"You don't have to be taller." Perturabo began to feel grateful that Morse had given him a child's body, so that Magnus would not see a three-meter-tall, still-growing body. The leader of the fourth legion.
He crossed his arms over his chest and moved with Magnus.
“I can tell you about the Great Crusade,” he looked down at the bookshelf that seemed to be at the right height due to the change of perspective, and felt happy, “and my legion, who are now bringing an army that has already surrendered in the war. The star cluster was completely integrated into the empire's territory, and that was my first time commanding the legion in combat."
"I still know nothing about my legion." Magnus said, "I hope they can bring benefits to mankind like your legion. Besides, there are many things we can talk about. I can also ask You introduced my research project, right? Maybe you also have extra talent for exploring the vast ocean."
"Before that, I hope to learn the local language first," Perturabo read. Looking at a deserted city sand table in the exhibition area, he said, "I can't stand the situation of a planet with only one lonely city inhabited by humans and leaving a large area of deserted land. The Iron Warriors will help rebuild your entire planet - let's talk about the Great Expedition first."< br>
"It all started with the Emperor's ideals?" Magnus tried to be witty, not sure he was succeeding.
Perturabo nodded: "It originated from the lofty ideals of the person who always said you saw too far."
(End of this chapter)