Chapter 120 Hello
"Hello, Perturabo from Olympia, so you are indeed one person with three titles and not three people."
This is his The first thing the brother said after seeing him.
The Iron Lord would not be angry, Perturabo told himself. The ambiguity in his self-portrait was his fault, not that of the strange brother.
However, however...
Yes, how did Rogal Dorn, after apologizing for his misunderstanding, continue to ask with seriousness like stone whether there was a practical way to distinguish this situation in the Empire?
“There is no way, my brother.” Perturabo replied, “A person can have multiple titles, and some of the titles used as introductions represent the identities he has and wants you to know. "
"This will reduce the efficiency of communication, Perturabo," said Donn. "Using titles to inform identity can only work within an established contextual cultural system, and it will not work outside the system. "
Perturabo stood up from a table on the Phalanx: "We will talk about this later."
" Will we talk again in the future?" The giant with short white hair also stood up and said skillfully, "You are prevaricating me, my brother."
"Put this on my calendar, Nador." Perturabo loudly informed his accompanying heirs, "This is not a priority at the moment."
"You are right, This is a secondary agenda," Dorn said, proving that he was just trying to get ahead of himself before Perturabo could feel even the slightest bit of relief: "But I think it's necessary to finalize it before there's an accident with adverse consequences. Norms. When we realize a problem, we cannot allow it to persist forever.”
The white-haired giant continued to find his supporting materials: “In my exchanges with other civilizations in different cultural environments, I have encountered this problem. I have seen conflicts and even bloodshed due to differences in language and customs."
"You are right." Perturabo closed his eyes, feeling more like a lump in his throat than being offended. Uncomfortable. "We can discuss this on a secondary day."
At the same time, he decided to add more titles to anyone he introduced to anyone in the future, to prove that Rogal Dorn was definitely the one Someone who is meticulous about this detail.
Dorn agreed with Perturabo's advice, and in fact his affection for the brother he met for the first time grew.
This is exactly the efficient communication he admires. In the ice and snow, the Inwit people have no time to grab each other's collars and drag each other until they are submerged in the snow before the blizzard comes.
Dorn took a standard step forward, moving closer to Perturabo.
Perturabo stared at him and stretched out his right hand: "Just in case, in Terra, the core of the human empire, this is the etiquette of meeting, holding each other's hands to show friendship."
Dorn nodded and shook his brother's hand briefly: "Same as Inwit, thank you."
For the first time in the twenty years since he had grown so tall, he could communicate with others without having to lower his head too much. Dorn began to look forward to working more closely with Perturabo in the future.
That will definitely do the trick. thought Pertura. They settled.
Although Rogal Dorn neither acted as a tour guide like Magnus and invited him to visit the local area, nor introduced himself as enthusiastically as Horus and had a pleasant conversation with him, but At least he's not like Leman Russ obsessed with serving local yogurt that tastes like wall paint.
"Let's get down to business." Perturabo said, "Rogal Dorn, do you know that you are a son of the Emperor of Mankind and that you are born to do it?"
" Inspired. I will obey the Emperor's command," Dorn said.
"Then you will return to Terra and meet your Legion." Perturabo nodded, "I will have the Astropath send a message to Terra."
"I do not want to return to Terra now ." Dorn's words made Perturabo think that he had heard wrongly.
"But you just..."
"I'm not finished yet, brother." Dorn slowly let the words insert into the gaps between Perturabo's words, " The space fortress you are currently in is called Phalanx, and I need to repair it locally to a navigable state. A freely movable space fortress can bring greater value to the human empire."
What he said makes sense. Perturabo said to himself. Donne made a reasonable request.
He looked around, observing the complex structure of this huge ship from the inside.
This crystallization of technology made Petula happy to see it. Even though he didn't want to admit it, in front of this fortress, the Iron-Blooded was just a small paper boat that young children would throw into the river. It was far inferior in size and complexity.
Fortunately, his brain full of knowledge can still roughly understand the functions of the various devices he sees. As long as he is given enough time, there are still several worlds that can provide energy, materials and skilled workers at the same time. He believes that he can use Go on... Perhaps such a steel fortress can be built out of thin air in a two to three-digit year.
"So, how many years will it take you to repair this fortress?" asked Perturabo. If he had made it all the way to Ultramar and returned with the Phalanx repaired, he could have taken Dorn back to Terra with him and announced to the Emperor that he had found a brother.
Dorn shook his head, his eyes as clear as the ice and snow crust on the surface of Invite: "I don't know."
Perturabo slowly took a breath of air: "Can't you estimate?"
"Our engineers have spent ten years and one month collecting data on this battle fortress," Dorn said honestly. "It has taken five years of research and repair so far, and we have not yet penetrated into the core of the technology. level. It’s impossible to get an accurate figure by making an estimate now.”
“Then how should I report it to the emperor? You don’t know?”
Donn thought for a while and nodded: “Okay. .”
"Okay, okay," Perturabo swallowed the words back in his mouth. Was he going to report to the Emperor that he had found one of his sons, but he said it would take him who knows how long to build a space fortress and then go home after repairing it?
"Do you still have any questions, my brother?" When Dorn saw that Perturabo didn't answer, he knew that he must have some questions that he didn't want to tell him. This happened often, and it sometimes made Donn worry about why people always just stared at him without saying anything.
Now he already knows that this means that others have something to say, but it would be too difficult for him to guess what they want to say out of thin air.
Think of Morse. Perturabo thought to himself that Morse was far more unkind than Rogal Dorn.
"I don't think this is appropriate, brother." Perturabo's two rows of teeth rubbed against each other.
"Isn't it appropriate to report truthfully?" Dawn asked confused.
"You cannot leave our father and your warriors idle waiting for your unspecified return, Rogal Dorn."
"Oh," Dorn thought for a moment, "You are right, I didn't think of it. Then please apply for some better engineers from Terra for me to help me repair the Phalanx and estimate the completion time."
"I am also an engineer. The flagship called the Ironblood was built by me - it's coming from Terra"
"Really? Then you are very good"
"I mean, you're asking for extra people from Terra when you have one of the top engineers in the galaxy standing on your deck."
"This is what I was just doing." Dorn Said, feeling happy that his brother had another thing in common with him. He finished the last part of the sentence before Perturabo snapped the case and left: "Because I didn't know you were an engineer just now. I have changed my mind now. Are you willing to help me repair the Phalanx?"
< br>Perturabo moved his fingers a few times, imagining the feel of the tool hammer in his hand. That's right, he thought.
"What do I get in return? A dear brother?" asked Perturabo, adding a touch of humor to the sentence. Repairing a magnificent ship side by side in exchange for the affection of a brother is absolutely worth it, not to mention that he is already eager to dismantle this ancient technological product - maybe he can build one in the orbit of Olympia.
"Do you need anything in return?" Dorn's tone dropped, like a stone rolling from the upper level to the lower level of a shelf, falling steadily and not moving again. He obviously didn't understand what Perturabo meant. "Since Wit cannot afford to pay you, you can leave and continue what you are doing. Please report my situation to Terra. Thank you."
"I need nothing in return, Rogal Dorn." Perturabo's fingers began to tighten, and the imaginary tool hammer gradually turned into a war hammer.
"Oh, actually it was just a joke?" Dorn suddenly realized, "Then you are willing to cooperate with me for free?"
"It's not free, I need you to return to the empire."< br>
"This is free. I would have returned to the Empire. You are a selfless man, Perturabo," Dorn said. "You are different from the local engineers, because I still need to pay wages to the Invites."
"Wait here for a while." Perturabo stiffly clenched and relaxed his fingers, "I'm going back to the ship. Nador, follow."
"Oh." Donne said, "How long will it take?"
"It won't take long, come right over!"
"Okay, I will wait for you. If it takes more than fifteen minutes, I will We will first go to the Phalanx energy supply area to study..."
Perturabo had already strode away. Dorn looked at the back of his brother who was obviously very happy with him and suddenly left, and began to sit down. Count the time silently.
(End of this chapter)