Chapter 117 Callifon
"I haven't seen you for a long time." Morse looked at the tyrant of Lokos, his eyes were softer than the starship dissecting Perturabo, but it still couldn't be said to contain warmth. . He listened to Callifon's heart and heard a familiar "It's still like this", so he wanted to laugh.
"Long time no see, Perturabo, Morse." Callifon sent greetings respectively.
She held the iron crown with one hand and raised her head. She raised her other hand high and shook it to Perturabo, "You are so tall now."
Peturabo Bo sat down in his exclusive seat, and the golden-gray Terra image from the window behind him turned into a background painting that enveloped him.
He leaned forward slightly, but unfortunately his straight iron chair made it difficult for people to relax: "Let's talk like this."
Califon pursed her lips and smiled, and when Morse proposed Before leaving private space for the juniors, use words to retain them: "After you left, Olympia has changed so much. Many factories grew up on the mountains overnight, white smoke rose into the clouds, and there were steel and iron in the town. Colors, fortresses stretching from our Lokos to the farthest reaches of Delkonia...the whole world is marked by the two of you."
"Perturabo's mark, without me. "
"You taught me a lot of construction principles. If there are quality problems in a building, you are also responsible."
"Do you admit that your design has quality problems?"
"You just talked all the way on my boat."
"Hey, two respected designers!" Callifon spread his hands, "I usually shout 'Hey, when I encounter this kind of situation, The boys'."
"You can keep calling Perturabo boy, I'm totally fine with that."
"Okay, fine." Califon probably didn't. Expect her to start sighing within a minute of meeting each other.
With a single nod, she thanked the upholstered stool that Morse had conjured for her, and remained motionless as the seat rose to level with Perturabo.
"In the last referendum, the Lokos people made a decision. We decided to replace the original statue of the founding fathers at the gate of the city with your statue, Perturabo." Califon said, "So, we Can I borrow your image?"
Perturabo was a little surprised, thoughts passing over his face. Soon, he expressed his attitude: "Yes, but only this one. I don't want to find my head appearing in every corner of Olympia when I go back one day."
"Oh, it won't be like that." Callifon said that she was amused by the scene, "Olympia respects you very much, all of Olympia. We reported to you that now this world belongs to you, at first relying on the army, and later diplomacy will be enough."
"It sounds like you have a huge secret garden."
"Thank you for your hard work," Perturabo said to Callifon.
"You are conquering the stars, Perturabo." the Queen replied. "We are only doing our best to give you a whole land to settle on."
"How wonderful." Morse commented He said, "I remember Lokos has a habit... um, that's right. You like to name your children after celebrities and have that kind of naming ceremony, right? So what proportion of the newborns are Perturabo? "
As soon as these words were spoken, the muscles of Perturabo's arms on the table immediately tightened, and his face paused twice while turning to Califon. "You really...named...?"
Califon made a nasal sound that represented thinking, and then nodded as if she suddenly realized: "Yes, the number of children we newly named Perturabo is Zero. "
Perturabo immediately relaxed and glanced at Morse in triumph. Morse shrugged nonchalantly.
"We have the habit of naming after great men," Califon explained. "This is because the Lokos hope that one day their children will be just as good. But you are different, Perturabo. What you do is No matter how bold a delusional person is, he would not dare to dream of being on par with you."
She paused, "Besides, we will not steal the names of heroes while they are still alive."
< br>"It's good. It prevents ten people in the flagship from turning around if I shout Perturabo in the future." Perturabo ignored Morse's nonsense.
"How was your stay in Olympia?" asked the Iron Lord, "I didn't expect you to come with the Iron Blood."
"When you get busy, you don't have time to think about many things." Kalifon said with a relaxed smile.
“Before we made the data tablet, the documents that were transported to the palace every day had to be pulled by three chariots. In the first year after I wore the crown, I was so busy with the sacrificial ceremony that I forgot about it, and then I simply stopped doing it. After all, the chief priests of the cult are dead."
"How did my Iron Warrior perform?" Perturabo asked, "Are the Olympians respected enough?"
< br>"They were not familiar with us at first, as if we were people from two worlds - but this is also true. Later, after we stayed together for a long time, we could occasionally see them passing by in front of the drink shop."
“Drink shop?”
"Across from your grand theater. The whole street has turned into a snack avenue."
"I thought it was because your heirs were too unpaid to go in and get free juice," Morse said , "It turned out that they were watching your grand theater."
"In fact, your soldiers more often go to see the memorial hall you built." Callifon said, her tone lifted by her curiosity. , "What is there in there? Every time your warriors go in, they always come out crying and laughing."
"I will take you to see it when I return to Olympia." Perturabo said, Hidden behind his words was the promise of returning home, and Callifon's heart was relieved.
Looking across the galaxy, Perturabo is the last half of her remaining family. Of course, Morse can also be counted as a tenth.
She secretly told herself that when she returned to Olympia, she would make the planet a better place before Abo returned home. Perhaps one day, when Perturabo's biological brother and father visit Olympia, they will also be amazed by this planet.
"I'm waiting for that day." The Queen smiled dignifiedly, her smile was like a river in early spring, peaceful and joyful.
Perturabo turned around and looked at Terra outside the window: "Are you free to visit Terra, Callifon?"
"No need." Callifon said, "I am Olympian"
"You have only been here a few hours"
"Oh, I visited your twenty-kilometer-long ship many times on the way here. I have traveled enough distance. If I don't return in time, I'm afraid I will have to spend a month's sleep to deal with the backlog of government affairs."< br>
“The Emperor did not know which treasure chest he found Malcador from, but Callifon does not have a prime minister to help her with everything.” Morse said, “Wish her a smooth return trip for me, I’m not good at it. Farewell."
"Give me ten minutes," Perturabo said, "I will carve a small thing for you. Let's go to the bottom of the Iron Blood and I will set up a workshop that replicates the layout of Lokos. It's over there. What do you want?"
"Hmm..." When Callifon thought about it, she really didn't want anything in particular. Olympia's interest in art was worn away by the treasures delivered daily from various places.
"Then let me carve a portrait for you, using your current look? - Morse, can you come with me and stop staring at my cabinet."
Morse jumped off the barstool and snorted uninterestedly. "What image do I have in your mind?"
Isn't it just a gift hidden in the cabinet that still needs to be opened?
Kali Feng held her hair. "I should have brought the hairband you gave me here with me."
"I could have added it when I was carving," said Perturabo. "Let's go."
(End of this chapter)