Chapter 121 The Iron Lord Will Not Be Angry
Perturabo paced in his private office until there was an unusual movement in his closet.
"Morse, he compared the research level between me and the natives of this ancient planet," Perturabo said immediately, his chest under the gold silk robe he would wear on formal occasions. Ups and downs, "And he said my work was free. Roger Dorn! How could there be someone like him? Do I look like a cheap engineer?"
Morse pushed open the cabinet door , adapting to this shell that he hasn't used in a few years. Although he didn't know the cause and effect, he still skillfully grasped the information revealed to him by Perturabo and began to move his lips and tongue.
“But isn’t your work free?”
"I gained spiritual value from it!" Perturabo raised his head, "Is this a salary that can be measured?"
"Then why didn't you talk to him at that time, Roger Dorn, Really?" Morse tried to sit down on Perturabo's chair, and quickly stood up because of the coldness of the iron chair.
He looked at the office on the battle barge, which was much older and simpler than the Iron Blood, and already missed the chair Perturabo gave him.
The ability of this serious-looking Iron Lord to play with the chair was such an unexpected surprise that it eclipsed the small instructions he attached to the war hammer.
No matter what, he still looked forward to the day when Perturabo would use the hammer.
"I didn't think about it at the time." Perturabo slapped his hand on the table, making a dull collision sound. He calmly moved away his palm, which was so painful from the shock, and pulled a document to cover the palm prints on the surface of the iron table.
"So on the way back to the office, you used your precious brain to think for ten minutes about how to refute Roger Dorn on the spot, right?" Morse raised the corner of his mouth, "Do you want me to think of a way? Let's go back in time to the beginning of your meeting and let you go through the process again?"
"Can you?"
"No," Morse replied without hesitation.
Perturabo stroked his chest, adjusting his breathing that was speeding up again. "How do you deal with people like this?"
"I can't say," Morse said. "I can't paint a picture of Rogal Dorn from what you said. Besides, if he is a particularly upright kind of person, then this is quite unfamiliar to me. . Think about the Emperor."
"I'll tell you what I just said - wait, I have to go. Are you coming, Morse?" said Perturabo. , hurriedly walked towards the door.
Morse floated up to him, making no attempt to keep up with the striding anxious Primarch in the normal manner of mortal walking. "What makes you anxious?"
"Fifteen minutes!" Perturabo growled angrily, "After fifteen minutes he will go to some energy supply area, and I don't know what it is yet. Where!”
“You have to know,” Morse said in a calm tone, “I am beginning to be curious about Rogal Dorn. Even Magnus didn’t let you be like this. Angry.”
"They are completely different." Perturabo spoke so fast that every word came out one after another. "Magnus just does stupid things, but his attitude is much better!"
"It turns out that Do you like people who admit their mistakes while doing stupid things more than people who don't do stupid things and therefore don't have to admit their mistakes?" Morse asked cheerfully, his messy hair and black robe fluttering in the fast-moving airflow.
Perturabo clenched his upper and lower teeth tightly together. He began to wonder why he'd come back with a gatling thing in his mouth to deal with a guy with a heavy bolter in his mouth.
If Rogal Dorn is a person who does stupid things, then he has a hundred ways to ridicule him.
But not that white-haired bastard.
"Okay, Perturabo." Morse patted his tense shoulder, "Relax. If you are too angry, just think of me." He has already done this! Perturabo clenched his fists.
When the Iron Lord entered Rogal Dorn's territory this time, he did not bring any heirs with him.
He did not want the conversation between the two to be known to others at all, so that if he was speechless, he could pretend that nothing happened.
When he returned to the room that had been temporarily requisitioned as a reception room, Dorn had already stood up and was about to leave. After hearing the sound of sandals stepping on the steel floor, the white-haired giant nodded slightly to him and sat down again calmly.
"Fourteen minutes and thirty seconds." Dorn said, "I was about to leave you a note telling you the location of the energy supply area. Who is this mortal? I didn't hear him walking."
"I'm good at keeping quiet unless someone wants me to talk," Morse said, his feet already on the ground like a normal person before he emerged into the room.
"Me too." Donne thought for a moment and said calmly. His tone was plain enough, but the primarch's size and long-term leadership demeanor meant that his words always had enough force as a background.
“But you didn’t answer how you managed to hide the sound of walking. In addition, you are not a human being, and analysis shows that your weight does not match your appearance.”
“Awesome. , Perturabo thought I was human when we first met." Morse raised his eyebrows.
"He is my teacher." Perturabo took a step forward, "an ancient craftsman. Next, I hope to discuss with you the specific support projects that the Iron Warriors Legion will provide. In terms of engineering and technology, he can provide We're here to help. You can call him Morse."
"Hello, Morse." Dorn nodded to Morse immediately, his eyes looking like he was entering an experiment. UV sterilizer that needs to be passed in front of the room. "You are not a human being. Are there any special precautions when treating you?"
"You are so polite." Morse said, "Just treat me as an ordinary human being."
"Okay Yes, I understand." Dorn motioned for Perturabo to sit down in the chair he had been sitting on before. "We can start discussing, Perturabo, Morse."
"In the past fifteen minutes, I listed the index list of information that the Phalanx has collected so far, as well as the ongoing repairs. Project. Please explain to me the assistance that Iron Warriors can provide so that we can match and connect faster.”
After speaking, Donn raised his head and pushed a piece of manuscript paper with the catalog written in an orderly manner to the middle of the square table, waiting for Perturabo to take it out or say the corresponding content.
After a moment of silence swept through the room, Dorn looked at Morse and Perturabo respectively, and realized that he had misunderstood something: "Sorry, just now I thought you went back to the ship to sort things out. We need the information, you should understand the importance of efficiency as much as I do, brother."
"Then you are underestimating me, Dorn" Perturabo sat down with his robe in his arms, "Everything. The material is all in my head. Show me your catalog and I'll give you the answer directly."
"Just think of me as a clerk, you two," Morse pretended to have the charcoal in his hand. The pen and blank paper were taken out of the robe rather than out of the air, "Made in duplicate and kept separately. You are much easier to communicate with than I thought, dear Primarch."
"Very few "Someone said this about me." Donne said, "I often see people who are trapped in confusing emotions and self-esteem, and therefore criticize me for reasons that I can't understand. You are a broad-minded person." …”
"Human." Perturabo's tone was quite stiff, "You can regard him as a kind of human being."
"Okay. You are a person with a broad vision and mind, Moore. "
"There are very few people who say this about me. I should thank you, Roger Dorn." Morse nodded happily in response to Perturabo's hidden betrayal. shocked look.
(End of this chapter)