Chapter 132 Bad Brotherly Relationship
“You can’t—you can’t throw me in here.” Magnus said in a panic, pulling at the high sides of the paper tube, with some golden runes wrapped around it. Attach the paper tube to strengthen it to the point where it can face the plasma. "I can help you repair your miniature model!"
"It's just a paper tube, great wise man. Find a way out yourself."
Morse let the surveillance screen woven with golden light float In the air, he shared with the robed Perturabo the fried puffed food containing corn, white sugar and oil that had been recently recreated in the Palace of Terra.
In the picture, Rogal Dorn is still standing alone in the middle of the deck, motionless except for blinking regularly, waiting for Perturabo's arrival with the lowest energy consumption.
Morse had made a small rune array for image transmission before transferring his consciousness back to Terra, so their current remote observation was pleasant and relaxing. His small models, which had broken corners, were not repaired, and Morse decided to have Magnus fix them for him later.
"Is that my new brother?" asked Perturabo here.
Obviously for various reasons, there has been no synchronization information from Perturabo in the Yinwit orbit - perhaps because he was so angry that he forgot, or perhaps because the transmission of memory is essentially Moore's. After receiving the request, Si helped complete the transfer, and Perturabo did not want Morse to review the entire incident again.
"Rogal Dorn, the seventh son of the Emperor, within one day of your meeting, you punched him into the wall." Morse introduced, starting from the expensive gold wire Pick up a piece of puffed food from the dinner plate and chew it.
"What did he do?" asked Perturabo here.
"Donne is not very particular about his words," Morse said. "Oh, you're here."
A giant in iron gray stepped out of the floating light and shadow, attracting the attention of everyone inside and outside the screen - except Magnus, who was invisible in the paper tube.
On the Yinwit orbit, the Iron Lord pinned Rogal Dorn in place with his cold eyes.
"Say it, Rogal Dorn."
"Perturabo." Rogal Dorn said, "I find that a verbal apology cannot satisfy you, so you What effective things do I need to do to satisfy you?”
"Are you just not going to say sorry to me?" The Iron Lord's calm appearance was immediately broken, "You think there's no need to say it?"
"I'm sorry if you think it's necessary," Rogge ·Donne said without hesitation, "I deeply apologize for every word I have ever said that made you angry since we met."
"Which words?"
"Except The last time I misidentified Morse, I never intended to offend you." Donne explained logically, "So I don't know which words caused your anger. However, based on my communication with people. You must have endured your anger many times. I am not only sorry, but also grateful for your patience."
Perturabo of Terra had begun to raise his eyebrows and asked. He pinched a golden fried grain in the middle and threw it into Magnus's paper tube. "Incredible," he said.
Morse nodded slightly: "It's amazing that you can endure Roger Dorn for a day. This shows that you have made great progress in self-control."
"I Where did you hit him? In the abdomen? "
" He was punched in the face, and now he has been healed by the Emperor. It may be detrimental to the Emperor's glory to let the child meet the upcoming heir with the wound. Morse said briskly.
In the light screen, the Lord of Iron's fist quietly tightened again, and the finger pads were pressed against the palm of his hand. After putting on a suit of iron armor, Perturabo had an advantage over Rogal Dorn in both width and height, so his pressure increased significantly, like a torrent rushing through a stubborn rock in the middle of a river.
“During such a long period of time, you didn’t use your efficient brain to reflect on your words and deeds?”
"In the past two hours, the Emperor first communicated with me the necessity of the existence of the Empire and informed me of the arrival of the Seventh Legion. Later, Morse and I had an enlightening discussion on the logic of my actions. Let me reconfirm the problems that my language habits may cause and suggest that I stop irritating others in time. Therefore, the time left for me to reflect on my words and deeds is not enough time for me to come to the Iron Blood and wait for your arrival. I completely checked out your expression after I said which words..."
Roger Dorn suddenly shut up tightly, and his light eyes carefully looked at Perturabo's body language. , and then asked in an unfamiliar tone: "Are you going to be angry, Perturabo?"
The Iron Lord closed his trembling eyelids, and gritted his upper and lower teeth together for a while that was as long as the universe. After a silence that was as old as itself, his attitude finally stabilized, and his low words fell like a hammer: "Why do you still ask after you know it, Rogal Dorn!"
"I... "Donne uttered a syllable, and then he hesitated to hold it back.
He followed Morse's instructions to shut up before others got angry, but his reason told him that continuing to remain silent might make Perturabo even more angry. This put him in a dilemma.
"Say!" shouted Perturabo.
"Morse suggested that I stop using language that annoys others." Donne immediately sped up his speech, his tone was extremely sincere, "But I haven't had enough practice, and I don't know exactly when. Stop. So I want to know if you were angry just now, and now it seems that I have indeed aroused your anger again. I am very sorry, this was never my intention."
"What did Morse suggest? Yours?"
"Shut up before you get spanked," Don said honestly.
In the Royal Palace of Terra, Mors cracked a fried cereal. For the first time, he began to doubt his ability to teach.
In the scene he imagined, Roger Dorn should judge the mood of the interlocutor after finishing a sentence, and then smoothly terminate the inappropriate topic, giving both parties a time to calmly think, and avoid Eliminate unnecessary conflicts and avoid physical violence.
Now it seems that even he underestimated the power of Rogal Dorn.
Perturabo next to him was also surprised: "Did my consciousness really only punch him once?"
"Oh, because you like him quite a lot." Morse said.
"Huh?" Perturabo exclaimed together with the paper tube in Perturabo's hand.
The Lord of Iron was silent for a few seconds, and the anger flashing in his eyes could not pass away for a second time. He sneered and said: "Very good, you did shut up before you were beaten, Rogal Dorn. "Your fleet is coming soon?"
"I think so," Dorn replied. "The Emperor said they are about to sail from Terra."
"Why don't we give it to you. "What about some celebrations for the descendants?" Perturabo said, the tension reaching its peak when he said the words of celebration, "such as a fight show between the original body and the original body"
" Is this your request?" Dorn asked, "I agree. There is a similar tradition in Invite, to deepen the friendship between tribes through the competition of fighting skills."
"What kind of deepening of friendship!"
"I misunderstood again, and I'm sorry." Dorn reacted, "You just want to hit me."
"We each wear battle armor. ." Perturabo said, "Equip weapons."
"Okay." Dorn replied succinctly, seeming to be a little relieved by the emergence of a plan to repair the bad relationship between the two.
"I will use the hammer that Morse gave me." Perturabo emphasized the name of the giver, "He is an extremely good craftsman."
"I'm looking forward to it," Dawn said. "I will be equipped with Inwit's conventional weapons."
Perturabo stared at Dorne's calm face, and suddenly he was not sure whether he had the skills to beat Dorne in front of Dorne's children. Too much humiliation.
The sudden burst of anger made him change the way he approached the fight. At first, he just wanted to resolve the matter privately, such as pressing Dorn's head into the ice deep in the rarely visited glacier.
Before he thought about whether to show mercy and retract his words, a golden light returned to Invite urgently, and in a blink of an eye, it changed into the body here, floated to the blind spot of the Primarchs' vision, and then walked calmly all the way. Go to Perturabo.
"Don't show your weapons to strange legions, Perturabo." Morse said, quietly checking the status of the runes attached to the warhammer he gave to Perturabo, and then pressed Smile, "The Seventh Legion is not worth what you do."
Perturabo walked down the stairs, deliberately prolonged the silence, and then spoke in a low voice: "Thank you Mors, Rogal Dorn. I will not embarrass you in front of your legion. This place can be Are there uninhabited glaciers?"
"Everywhere," replied Roger Dorn, "and, thanks to you, Morse." End of chapter)