Chapter 196 Macragge's Travels (1)
The three primarchs Perturabo, Rogal Dorn and Angron, and the Archon Conor Guilliman were in the garden maze outside the Councilor's Chamber As they walked along the walkway, no one knew where Morse was, but Perturabo was sure he was nearby.
Perhaps in another passage separated by a wall, or perhaps using his invisible body to shuttle through the neatly planted shrubs. No matter where he was, his voice began to vibrate psionicly in his ears from time to time, effectively testing the Primarch's ability to divide his mind.
+He is different from you. +Morse said that at this time, Robert Guilliman had just taken a step from behind the thick bush wall, and fixed a corner of the green laurel branches on his head, and the small piece of blond hair on the top of his head exposed on the dark brown branches of the bush. outside.
After the giant, who was as tall as Perturabo, completely appeared in front of him, the Iron Lord immediately guessed what characteristics Morse's vague description pointed to - youth.
Robert Guilliman was younger than the three of them. His clean and unpainted face was filled with a kind of innocent confidence, and his movements showed a little bit of the reserve of meeting a stranger. A cobalt blue native gown wrapped around his slender body like colorful satin wrapped around vanilla and bouquets of flowers, transforming the Primarch's innate alien features into an unearthly beauty for mortals to admire.
Perturabo noticed a quick flash of pride in Archon Conor's eyes, which gave Robert Guilliman a clear reason for this characteristic.
+He is younger than us. + Perturabo said, listening to Conor and Euton introduce their son.
+Of course, do you still think you are young? + Morse replied, his voice carried accurately over the psychic channel, + I remember when you were the same age as him, you sat through almost your entire naming ceremony because you couldn't push away while remaining graceful. Your heavy steel chair. +
+Is this happening? +Peturabo's expression remained unchanged. +You remembered it wrong. +
+Although I am old and my memory is fuzzy, some interesting things seem to have happened just yesterday and are completely unforgettable. +
Morse said, cutting off the psychic link, leaning against the bushes to watch the first meeting of the Primarchs.
A blond leader seems to be incompatible with the cultural circle in which he lives. Fortunately, Morse has always considered himself not a stubborn fundamentalist, but he can't stand it anymore - Ma Why is there a palm tree planted in the Kulag Garden?
After learning that he would need to take over tens of thousands of "sons" who fell from the sky in the future, Robert quickly recovered from his surprise. It seems that he successfully passed the time when he first heard about the excessively mixed system established by the emperor. The psychological impact produced by the military system of emotional factors has brought the military characteristics of Space Marines to the forefront of a series of positioning adjectives.
Perhaps in his opinion, calling the general of the legion "father" is just a substitute for the word general. As for the true relationship between father and son... this pair of teenagers As far as the original gene is concerned, it is still too unimaginable.
After chatting with Perturabo for a few more words, Robert's bright blue eyes shone with a brighter light. His adoptive parents looked at each other and tacitly left the space for conversation to children of the same generation.
Morse followed the Primarchs who crowded the originally narrow garden path for a while and listened to the introduction of the Emperor and his Aquila banner by the three brothers and Robert Guilliman.
Among these introducers, the most emotional one was Angron, who was so moved by Robert's aristocratic temperament that his fingers turned inward. Perturabo cooperated in answering Guilliman's questions, while Rogal Dorn remained appropriately silent based on his own knowledge. In any case, the relationship between these reunited brothers can be said to be harmonious.
The craftsman listened for a while, then turned and left, no longer paying attention to the scene of the brothers talking in the maze garden with many palm trees and a clear breeze.
He found Conor Guilliman and Thalasa Yutun on a bench near the Councilor's Chamber. It is worth mentioning that although they actually assumed the responsibilities of the Primarch's father and mother, and had been together in Macragge's political whirlpool for many years, the two were not husband and wife.
Morse found a suitable way to appear. He appeared in the blind spot of the two people's vision in the garden, then walked to the bench opposite the two people, took a hold of his black robe, and sat down comfortably.
"Perturabo told you about me," said the craftsman, "I am Morse, Perturabo's mentor. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Both of you. The Macragge introduced himself to him calmly, pretending that Morse had not suddenly appeared as if he had fallen from the sky.
"Why don't you come to the family gathering tonight, Mr. Morse?" Euton asked. "Your child is looking forward to you."
"You are not the first person to think that he and I are father and son." Morse said, "But believe me, the reason why I don't accept it is better than you can imagine. A little more complicated.”
He leaned forward slightly, observing the consul and chamberlain in front of him, and at the same time secretly listened to their thoughts without scruples. The two Macraggeans were judging him, and at the same time from the perspective of the Macragge to the visitors from the strange planet, from the perspective of the natives to the so-called emissary of the "Emperor of Mankind", and from the perspective of the primarch's nurturer to the other. The level of people responsible. To Morse's surprise, all three reviews he received were good.
"You are excellent educators." Morse said, "So far, this is the first time I have seen a Primarch with a personality so close to humans."
Connor smiled and said: "We can see that his brothers are like this too."
"Oh, it's still different." Morse shrugged, he was not interested in smiling like a diplomat. "You are actually afraid when you are surrounded by three Primarchs, Archon Conor. This is a warning from human nature. They are strong, tall, extraordinary minds, perfect, and the higher level of your species. Pioneer. Yes, they have personalities close to humans, but you all know that they are different."
He relaxed his upper body, shifted his weight back, and sat back down: "This is what I find incredible. How did you love Robert Guilliman with the same love a parent would have for a child during those times when he was still very different from a human being?"
Connor was a little silent. Outside the Senate, he was not as talkative as the people of Macragge thought.
"You are also a nurturer, sir." Euton reminded.
Morse sighed. "This is still different. Considering that after a word is overly deconstructed and abused, language will lose the foundation of its existence. Sometimes I still insist on the original definition of some words, such as human beings, and I happen to be obsessed with human beings. There has never been any attachment to my identity from the beginning... Well, I'm just here to chat."
His real question lingered in his throat several times, and was finally asked relatively directly.
“I think you have the ability to choose other education methods.” He said, “But you let a genetically engineered creature wear a mask with a human face. Why reinforce this misalignment? "Ms. Youton's expression became serious. Even if she didn't mean to do so, if it wasn't Morse on the other side, she would definitely feel an invisible and powerful pressure. She is based on Macragge and relies on the power that comes with ability. This trait profoundly changes and shapes her.
"He is our child, sir. Don't call him that." Euton said, with a hint of warning.
"I think I need to emphasize that the word 'creation' in my mouth is not derogatory. For professional reasons, I even prefer artificial things to natural things." Morse opened his left palm and said, "Look We have too many differences on this topic."
"We are human beings, and we have not learned to raise children in the same way as other species." Connaught joined the conversation warmly.
"Okay, okay." Morse gave up fighting with the two fathers and mothers.
Unless the subject of the debate can attract his extra attention, he often doesn't like to start a deep debate with others on a certain topic - that means carefully chosen words, a confrontation of invisible swords and a meaningless victory. Or fail, after all, he will not change himself because of verbal exchange of thoughts.
"I also don't want to see Robert Guilliman at the door tomorrow asking us to leave Macragge immediately, so that I will receive an immediate reprimand from the Emperor. He'd better do it differently next time The diplomats came to collect his children." Morse said, "By the way, I guess no one has talked to you in detail about the situation of the Human Empire and the Emperor?"
Konnor nodded. "We are willing to listen to your explanation."
On Morse's open hand fell two printed gold-covered booklets: "For battle-hardened politicians, you can ask questions until before the dinner We can’t finish the discussion. Fortunately, in my spare time while writing an Alien Holy Book, you can read it directly as the Black Book of the Human Empire.”
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"...This road is named after the city of Salem," Robert Guilliman waved his hand in the air, and the cobalt blue robe he was wearing billowed and flapped with his movements, becoming translucent in the sunlight. "That city used to be in the middle of the planet Macragge and was famous for its high-quality fruit wine. It is said that the city was composed of thousands of small islands. It had plenty of sunshine, the climate was maintained at a level suitable for the human body all year round, and people lived in small groups. , and was never involved in the dispute until the island gradually sank and the local residents were forced to evacuate to the neighboring land."
"In Olympia, the country famous for its wine is Aix" Perturabo. Said, "I have only been there once. The people of Ax drink a lot of strong alcohol and their folk customs are quite strong. Now under the governance of the planetary tyrant Carifon, the level of public security ranks first on the planet."
An Gronn turned to look at Guilliman in the middle: "Nukeria is growing potatoes. Maybe they will make wine with them."
Rogal Dorn followed behind in a muffled voice, his hand on I tried to take off the golden skull on my waist several times. However, considering that the taste of Invite's wine was not as good as the Olympia wine that Perturabo once shared with him, he thought it would be better to wait until a few people talked about special high-sugar and high-fat foods before joining the conversation. choose.
"Have you brought wine on board your ship?" Guilliman said enthusiastically, "We can share it with each other at the dinner. Although Salem has sunk, Macragge still has other cities that are good. Make a good drink.”
"There are still two bottles that have not been opened, but it is too late to pick them up at this time." Perturabo said, "Within a month of waiting for your army to arrive, we can find another opportunity to share them."
Guilliman could only nod. At the dinner party when he first met his brothers, any method that could further bring them closer was worth adopting, which would have a long-lasting and subtle impact on the harmonious relationship between the two parties in the future - these details slipped silently from his heart.
When his brain, which could think countless times per second, realized his deliberateness in this moment, Guilliman was briefly annoyed for a moment. He did not want the invisible rules within Macragge's councilors and nobles to contaminate the sincere dialogue between him and his blood brothers.
"Okay. We will prepare to welcome the Space Marines in the next time, and prioritize improving the supply system." Guilliman put down his hand, and from his right, the shape of the robe he was wearing was very different. Perturabo looked away, curious about Angron's outfit that combined brown leather armor and red fabric.
His memory told him that this costume would only appear in two places in Macragge today: one is the dressing room of theater actors, and the other is the museum of the gladiatorial arena.
"In this city we are in, we have the largest historical museum on the planet Macragge." Guilliman said, "For thousands of years, we have collected fragments of various old night histories and recorded them. History created by ourselves. For example, decades ago, we banned Macragge’s last arena. The backward and barbaric elements of this culture will interfere with the health and vitality of Macragge’s cultural development today. It only remains in the museum as a warning and admonition given by history."
Angron listened silently.
Speaking of this, he regained his energy: "My father Connuo is pushing for a reform of the Senate discussion system and even the entire Macragge administrative system, such as curbing land annexation and stipulating that each family Each household's land holdings will be uniformly distributed to the foreign alliance and the poor people of Macragge. In addition, my father also proposed to distribute the excess food sent to Macragge from the agricultural planet at a low price. Citizens, and expand the granary... I have always believed that our museum will build a new exhibition hall for him."
"This will be a series of long-term and ambitious reform measures," Perturabo immediately heard this. The potential in it. In fact, he had promoted many similar changes in his youth - of course, this was after he took control of Lokos's army.
"If there is no intention to use coercive military force, it will take decades to implement and implement it. But if you trust my architectural design capabilities, then I - and Rogal Dorn can work together Participate in local museum expansion efforts,” he said.
"It doesn't take so long. My ability is enough to shorten this time span several times. I have calculated that within five to ten years, Macragge will enter a new stage."
Robert ·After Guilliman finished saying this, he noticed that Perturabo had a strange look in his eyes.
"But you will be joining the Great Crusade in a month, my brother. Haven't you begun to envision your departure?"
(End of Chapter)