Chapter 130 How to Silence a Stone
The Emperor looked at Morse in confusion as he walked his thirty-first round in the snow outside the camp.
The snow here is almost a set of shoe prints made by Morse, but Roger Dorn is still waiting silently in the camp. You can hear him from the rustling paper. He was sorting through the drawings - he had nothing else to do.
+Why are you still going back and forth? +Cold psychic energy delivers the message.
+Because I was scared of myself. +
Morse said irritably, rubbing his arms to smooth down the non-existent bristling hairs. He has returned to the size of an ordinary mortal, and he still looks pleasing to the eye from this perspective.
+Your super dazzling golden throne is up here. I have never said such disgusting words in my life. Have you added any fatal psychic temptation aura to your creation? +
+What did you say to Perturabo? +The Emperor asked curiously.
+Don’t ask me, I don’t know! +Morse muttered, +Don’t worry, I will never tell you that kind of sensational plot that is damned. I have no idea what I was thinking an hour ago. Is there any psychedelic component in Inwit's natural environment? Or was the lemonade delivered by a mortal laced with a mysterious warp elixir that could charm a spirit? +
+I don’t think so. +The Emperor paused, erasing the seriousness and solemnity from his tone that had been stained by chatting with Dorn for too long, and regained a little bit of relaxation.
+You can't blame the environment. +
Looking back on this whole incident, the two adult Primarchs fell into a cold war with each other ignoring each other on the first day they met. For the Emperor, it was actually a very interesting episode.
+Have you spoken truth to Perturabo? +There was a smile hidden in the Emperor's voice, +This doesn't look like you. +
+Remember the last time I lied to you in the palace? + Morse snorted and stopped his endless walking. +After all, it’s really hard for you to say something valuable. Speaking of that time, when are you going to let me into the network to take a look? +
+You are changing the subject, Morse. +The emperor said.
+And you actually understand the hidden secrets behind the language? +
+I am not Rogal Dorn. +The emperor said. This led Morse to suspect that this ruler had found a sense of humor after a lot of serious dialogue.
+You are not, because he is more normal than you. +Morse said, +What do you think of this child? +
+Can be trusted. +The Emperor replied, +A person worthy of trust. +
+And Petula Bobby? + Morse smiled and said, + And Leman Russ and Horus? +
+...cannot be compared. +
Morse is no longer embarrassed, even frowning, the Emperor has a noble and innocent temperament. This is the kind of question where the Emperor does have an answer and cannot be forced to say it.
+Okay, what did you and Rogal Dorn talk about? + Morse asked.
+ Regarding this incident, I forgive him. +The Emperor said that the Lord of Mankind could offer no more comfort,+although he still had doubts in his mind, only you could answer them for him. In the subsequent conversation, I told him about the Legion and the expedition, and obtained Rogal Dorn's promise of allegiance. The Seventh Army was already on the route of the incoming Invite. +
"Then I'm entering the tent." Morse said in a voice that could be conveyed in the real universe, and heard the soft sounds in the tent that were blocked by thick cloth suddenly stopped. "Show me what Rogal Dorn is like."
"I will leave." The emperor's voice was calm, and the golden light was gradually replaced by pure white snow.
The moment before he completely disappeared, Mors thought of a question and accidentally blurted it out: "The Emperor——"
What happened in Moro?
The fading of the Emperor's projection paused, and a cold wind blew through his remaining silhouette.
"What's the matter?" he asked gently.
Morse's tongue scraped across the tooth surface.
“You look tired,” he said.
"It doesn't matter." The emperor whispered, and his words and body shape disappeared in the wind.
Morse turned and lifted the curtain. The air in the tent was filled with warmth, melting away the chill brought by his clothes.
Rogal Dorn was sitting upright, the wound on his face had been healed. Judging from the time, it was the Emperor's doing.
What remains on his body as a mark of his fault is no longer the physical scars, but all the subtle arcs that appear on his facial features.
He is still a person carved from rock. Every line that shapes him hides the awe-inspiring ice of Inwit. However, these hard lines are trembling slightly and hesitating at this moment. This dissolves his superhuman sanctity and strips him of a return to his human qualities.
Morse sat down across from Rogal Dorn and used his psychic powers to raise the height of his seat.
"It's just you and me here now. Let me get acquainted with you again. My name is Morse, a craftsman, Perturabo's teacher and the Emperor's friend. Don't delve into me. "This is related to the Emperor's plan."
"I am Rogal Dorn," the white-haired Primarch said, "The Primarch of the Seventh Legion, the current territory and future recruitment site. For Invite and a few surrounding galaxies ”
He continued, "What can I do for you, Artisan Morse?"
"I don't need you to do anything unique for me, except take the specifier off my name." Mo. Else leaned back in his chair and rested his arms on the armrests. "Morse is enough."
"Morse," said Donne.
Morse nodded: "Okay. Next, I will explain to you the results of my discussion with Perturabo. First of all, I personally don't care about your accusation. I even feel a little funny, The Emperor talks nonsense about me every day, but at least genetically I have nothing to do with it. His son is more matter-of-fact than he is. "I'm sorry," said Dorn. Even if you don’t care, I still have the subjective intention to hurt you.”
"That's right. So Perturabo doesn't want to forgive you for the time being, and I have no intention of convincing him. It was Perturabo who was raised by me, and I don't want to pretend that I am tolerant or fair."
Donn's head lowered a little. "Do I have a chance to make amends?"
"You will need to reconcile one day." Morse said, "The glory brought by the Emperor's Crusade will not allow two Primarchs who should be partners to Hostility to each other. You will shake hands in front of the Legion one day. "
Dorn is even more uneasy. The forced cooperation brought by missions and military orders cannot save the rupture of a personal relationship.
He touched the edge of the wooden table, and a chill slid along his finger bones.
The texture on the table was no rougher than his hands. The table where the two Primarchs once sat face to face and chatting lovingly had been repaired, but Perturabo did not return here.
"It's my fault," said Dorn.
Morse was noncommittal. "I asked you a question an hour ago. What was that question?"
"If you were really an alien, would I expose your identity?" Dorn accurately repeated Morse's Wording.
"You gave me an answer, you said you would." Morse said, "Why?"
"Because humans should not trust aliens." Dorn replied, wondering why Morse, as a friend of the Emperor, asked such a question.
"I'm not denying this. What I'm asking about is your complete behavioral logic. I want to know the reasons for every choice you make, and talk to me." Morse said, " I'm here to help you for Perturabo."
Dorn closed his eyes, his eyeballs trembling under his eyelids, showing his thinking. Such reflection was a new task for him, and he tried to do it better.
He decided to start his statement from the beginning.
“After I saw you, I discovered that you are not human and got your confirmation.”
"Well," Morse confirmed, "you didn't point out my problem then, why?"
"I..." Donne recalled his mentality at the time. Roger Dorn is not a person who analyzes and criticizes himself every day. His stubbornness comes from a combination of confidence and caution, which also adds difficulty to his analysis.
But he has an obvious advantage, honesty, both to others and to himself.
"I thought Perturabo had something in mind," said Dorn, "and the joy of meeting my brother made me ignore the problem."
"Okay, please continue. "Then, as Perturabo, you, some members of Perturabo's legion, my subordinates, and I went to the settlement, I found that you did not hide your specialness, and Perturabo Acquiescing to your behavior. The way you and Perturabo interacted during this period puzzled me."
"In short, you find that Perturabo gives me too much credit," Morse concluded, earning a breathless nod from Dorn.
"Yes." Donne replied, "That puzzles me. Now that doubt has gone, you are a trustworthy person."
"Good." Morse Put one hand on your chin and put your elbow on the table. "Continue."
"After we arrived at this camp, your influence on Perturabo became obvious in our quarrel. He is always paying attention to you unconsciously, which I think is extremely dangerous. After you left, I thought I found time to talk to Perturabo alone, so I told him what I thought was the most serious problem."
"Except for the alien part, what you said is not wrong." Morse twitched the corner of his mouth, "Have you ever thought about getting beaten?"
"Have you ever thought about it."
"You care about Perturabo very much."
"Yes." Dorn was not tactful. In his heart, there was nothing to argue with. The cold wind would not stop blowing just because people were avoiding it. "I care about him. He is my brother. He not only has similar abilities to me, but also has enough sense. I hope to have a better relationship with him."
"He is not always sensible." Morse sighed, "His psychology is actually very emotional. If you want to be on good terms with him, you have to pay attention to this."
"Okay, Morse," Donne said, "thank you."
"Then why did you tell him exactly what you thought was going on?"
"Because Avoiding misunderstandings is what people in a conversation should do. ”
“What is the right thing to do? ”
"How to define the right thing?"
"Things that can achieve good results."
"Have you achieved it?"
Donne's fluent answer ended , he immediately found a crack in the logic. Morse quietly left Roger Dorn time to think, letting the occasional crackle from the heater become the only background sound in the room.
He didn't think this would be a new problem for Rogal Dorn.
It is impossible for a stubborn man who has been in power for twenty years to never make a mistake. However, due to the deviation in language, the damage to the brotherly relationship and the embarrassment of meeting the Emperor for the first time will undoubtedly make Rogal Dorn re-examine the seriousness of this mistake.
Rogal Dorn just needed a reminder.
After some time, Dorne recovered from the stone-like silence.
“I rethought the content of our conversation. I think that the potential threat of a frank conversation and a conversation with something to hide is greater than the former, that is, frankness is more likely to achieve good results, which is usually the case. The right thing to do."
"But there are situations where I do offend the other person, and that can lead to bad consequences," Don said. "I just can't understand some people. ”
"No need to understand." Morse put down the hand that was supporting his head. "People can't even fully understand themselves. You are a stone in the ice and snow, and your edges and corners are destined to not be completely compatible with people. I don't want to change you or your character. Precious in this galaxy of lies and mysteries, the Emperor's offspring are a miracle of his genetic engineering."
"But how do I avoid problems. ?"
"It's very simple," Morse said, "just shut up before you get hit."
Donne will. Suggestions were taken into account and he imagined how he might try new approaches.
“I have no experience,” he said, “so I look for trusted people who can try it with me and practice with me.”
"Oh, sure." Morse replied, suspecting that in the next few days, everyone around Dorn would be pissed off by him several times.
"Also, after I shut up, I need to find other opportunities to continue communicating. Do you think letters and telegrams would be a better way?"
"This is your business. " Morse jumped out of the chair nonchalantly, "I'm not your teacher. The reason why I'm sitting here today is because your father ran away. Remember to find a way to repair your relationship with Perturabo, which will make him happy. ."
"Is he unhappy?"
"What do you think?"
Dawn shut up.
Then he said: "I will go find Perturabo, but where is he now?"
"Oh, probably back to the Iron Blood." Morse said, smiling. Well hidden, "Maybe he didn't want to stay on the surface of Inwit and shed tears."
Dorn's fingers immediately curled into fists, and he logically concluded that Perturabo was because of his mistake. And weeping conclusion. The overwhelming guilt hit him twice as hard.
He stood up immediately, and just as he was about to speak, Morse disappeared from in front of him. Dorn chased out of the camp in a daze. There were no traces or clues outside. He could only accept the baptism of the cold wind and the vast white snow on the spot.
The right thing to do. he thought. He needs to do the right thing.
——
Iron Blood.
"Damn Rogal Dorn, why did you let me meet him?" Perturabo said the name like he was hammering him into the wall. "And "What's wrong with your eyes?"
Magnus's image is floating on the screen in the command room. Hearing this, he pointed to the opaque single-sided glasses that covered his left eye.
"Is this it? Well, considering the physical strength and symbolic intensity required to use the spell, combined with the importance of each part of the human body, I found that there is an organ that has both the high value of occult significance and the aftermath of loss in spell casting. The low price is a human eye..."
"Do you regard it as a consumable material?" Perturabo whispered in surprise, and this shock even succeeded in diluting his feelings about Duo. En's anger. "Use it as soon as it grows?"
"In fact, it's not that frequent. I don't use spells at will unless necessary..." Magnus touched him embarrassedly and it grew longer. "Anyway, I made a pair of glasses to cover it up. So what did Rogal Dorn do? You haven't told me yet."
(End of Chapter)
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