Chapter 199 Macragge’s Travels (4)
The final direction of this evening banquet undoubtedly fell beyond Perturabo’s expectations, because there was one thing that had not been mentioned for a long time, and it was related to Macrag What was happening in Lago didn't even have a name that was remotely relevant, and it suddenly landed in the middle of the dining table.
Leman Russ, only Perturabo and Mors present had seen with their own eyes the true appearance of the Wolf King of Fenris, and how the wild wolf suddenly brought him with him after a small banquet. The entire fleet set sail from Terra, leaving only Magnus and the palace kitchen that he needed to clean with a flamethrower; however, through the mouths of Horus and Leman Russ, they shared all the details of the original gathering that year The joy and fun stories did return to Macragge's table ten years later, raising the atmosphere of family gatherings to a level of heartfelt rapport.
"I think that's true, Robert Guilliman." Mors raised the wine glass, leaning back, leaning his whole body weight on the back of the chair, "Primarch Leman Lu The wolves raised by Si certainly have a higher level of intelligence than wild beasts, and Russ himself is a representative of informality. If they let the ice water temper their strong bodies in the same glacial lake in Fenris, then they would be strong. It’s not necessary to bathe in the same bath in the Terra Palace. Also, the mead is good, dear Macragge.”
“Thank you for your approval,” Robert replied. Downing his tenth glass of wine of the day, his cheeks flushed with the joy of conversation. "I never thought someone would bring a wolf into the bathhouse..."
"Because there are no wolves in Macragge." Morse put the empty cup back on the table. "But I think there are very few recipes that require wolves to be served on the table, so the existence of such beasts will not affect your lives."
Perturabo glanced at the side of him eating and listened intently. Rogal Dorn, who was sitting there, and Angron, who was freeing his mind, used conical golden cups to cover their slightly emerging smiles, not sure whether they could find the same joy that Horus had when he presided over the palace banquet that day.
According to the order of the original bodies, except for the second original body that happened to miss the meeting time of all the brothers, he found that he was actually the first brother among the brothers who returned to the empire.
This sudden and wonderful knowledge suddenly hit him from an unimagined angle, and coated everything in his field of vision with a soft light - this also has to take into account Marku The Moon of Lage was rising slowly above their heads, and the white decorative stone pillars and the dark green grass blades were picking up the bright glow of the stars from the sky.
“I have also heard a saying that there are no wolves on Fenris.” Perturabo said, “But no one knows what this means except Leman Russ himself.”< br>
"Like a code word in politics or military." Conor Guilliman guessed. The two mortals occasionally joined the conversation between the primarchs, hoping to touch the edge of a more distant realm. And the Primarchs present each had their own reasons to like such a respectable mortal who could converse with them freely.
“I don’t think so,” Morse’s soft voice penetrated everyone’s ears accurately, “In my observation, it may be closer to an investigation and revelation of the essence of things.”< br>
“But that cannot be an absolute truth, unless there are differences in the definitions of some of the words.” Robert said, “You just said that Leman Russ was raised by a she-wolf.”
“He even has two wolf brothers,” Morse shrugged. “Anyway, remember not to invite him to your bathhouse, especially after drinking Fenris mead.”
“We shouldn’t drown in drunkenness?”
"You don't want to see him slapping the hand he just finished grabbing the barbecue on your brand new bathrobe." Morse added a bit of playful sincerity to his tone, getting it from Robert's wide eyes. his pleasure. "Besides, I'm not so sure whether the poison in Fenrisian mead is enough to plunge a primarch into a complete state of unconscious carnival."
"I don't understand why our party turned into Russ's Joke time." said Perturabo.
“Because there is a hidden principle here.” Morse’s fingers brushed the upper edge of the gold cup, and Perturabo began to feel that the craftsman’s skill in making the friction sound like a musical instrument also relied on psychic energy. Rune auxiliary. "Well, I can tell you that around twenty-three thousand years ago, I killed an entire hive city and a locksmith."
"What did the locksmith do?" Robert couldn't help himself. asked.
"You see, the story of a locksmith is more entertaining." Morse shook his head unhurriedly, not hiding his smile.
"No, I think in the hidden condition of this sentence, you put a hive and a locksmith on the same level, which invisibly highlights the locksmith's..."
"Would you like another drink, Dorne?" Perturabo asked.
“Oh.” Donn put the wine glass on the tray brought by the waiter.
Morse smiled: "Actually, I can also turn this party into a short story time for Perturabo. Ms. Euton, on the way here, you also mentioned Robert ·There were many things that happened in Guilliman's childhood that are worthy of parents' pride. Do we want to communicate? "
"My mentor, if you think this can stimulate me, then you underestimate me. .”
"Then I'm going to start talking?" Morse leaned his upper body out of the seat and patted Perturabo's hand lightly, which was resting on the armrest and almost became a piece of steel.
The craftsman retracted his upper body, slid down a little in the chair, and raised his left hand on the armrest to support his head: "Well, no one wants to make a joke, so let's discuss the period of waiting for the arrival of the son of war. How to deal with the development and reform issues of Macragge and the entire Ultramar sector, and promote friendly and constructive merger negotiations between the Empire and Macragge, and strive to reach an effective agreement that is in the interests of both parties and safeguard both parties. Fiscal stability and economic growth, avoiding the negative effects of the integration of the two, reducing trade frictions and currency barriers, and exploring bilateral trade opportunities and investment potential."
"What new paperwork has the emperor assigned to you recently. ?" Perturabo pinpointed the source of this sudden turn of events.
"Actually, I just helped our Imperial Chancellor organize his file box." The craftsman made a yawn gesture, "But I am not joking now. Otherwise, why would we keep it secret here? "What about the meeting?"
Robert glanced at Connaught hesitantly, Connaught nodded, and Yudun summoned an attendant.
Within the next few minutes, the empty plates and remaining food and wine were removed from the table, and then the attendants retreated. In addition, this also caused Roger Dorn, who had just agreed to have another drink, to innocently lose the wine he had not yet started drinking. It's surprising how quickly the topic changes, but Morse is just the kind of guy who can do that. Perturabo easily switched from his mind to another set of thoughts and matching data and examples. If he had brought a data tablet here today, then he could now connect the black cable on his head to the data tablet and show the Macragge people present something more meaningful than illusory promises and promises. Charts and overview.
The Iron Lord was pleased to see that Robert Guilliman and his adoptive parents had entered into a state of negotiation. As for the private discussion before the formal meeting, the topic was moved to He decided to ignore the black-robed craftsman who had started to take a nap with his eyes closed after the session.
"Robert mentioned to us that Macragge is promoting a systematic and comprehensive reform recently." Perturabo said, his hands resting on his legs easily, "Therefore, I think that before the reform is completed, , Dialogue with the existing Macragge system is inefficient and redundant. I hope that the real negotiation for cooperation between the two parties will be started after your reform situation is stabilized. The representative of the dialogue should not be Gene. The military system led by the original body and the civil service system of the empire are two different systems."
"You hope to return to our country in a few years when Macragge will take on a new look and continue the current situation. Issue?" the Archon asked cautiously and sincerely.
"No, there is no point in making such a long-term agreement." Petula responded with unreserved frankness. "My hope is that you will complete the reforms you need as soon as possible, and if necessary, you can ask for help from the Imperial military. The Primarch's home world naturally has such privileges. Before we are too busy in the nearby sectors to have nothing to do , I hope you have achieved reforms in internal affairs, so that when Robert Guilliman joins the expedition with us, he will not be obsessed with the home front or even have secret complaints against the Empire."
He has no intention of doing anything. Play political tricks in front of people. From the moment he took the military power in Olympia, no, earlier than that, from the beginning, he has never been patient with all kinds of things that waste construction efficiency and consume energy in the undercurrent. And under the silent protection of Damex and Morse, he easily retained his persistence in this regard - the Primarch was suddenly aware of this, and a corner of his vast mental network supported He was distracted at this time.
His words immediately attracted a secretly happy expression from the primarch wearing a laurel crown.
"Thank you for your understanding, Perturabo." Robert said, reassuring that the position would fall on the side of his home planet. "The Senate will do our part, and Macragge will remember I will accept any preferential treatment from the empire and respond accordingly."
"Please say," Perturabo raised his hand.
"First, I think Macragge has a right to know what the Imperium is up to in our neighboring sectors. Even if you want to conquer our neighboring sectors," Robert said in a practiced way when addressing the possibility of being unable to resist. He used a good calm tone to cover up his worries, "Macragge also wants to know about this."
"Second, you mentioned before that the army assigned to me by the Empire will arrive within a month. . But the changes in the political structure of the entire planet cannot be completed in a month. Even if absolute force is resorted to, the effectiveness of various policies cannot be verified in the short term, not to mention that force will bury the vicious foundation of Macragge's reforms. Hidden dangers will follow, and condemnation and trickery will follow. Therefore, it is impossible for me to lead them to join your expedition as soon as they arrive."
"If you have already surrounded the planets of Macragge. As part of your future pocket empire, we can leave this place to you. You can draw the boundaries in your mind later." The speed of the Iron Lord's thinking made him almost look like he had already prepared the answer to the question. , "As for the second point, what is your solution?"
Perturabo could see an expectation for the future in Robert's expression. "I want to know what kind of people my troops are," said the Primarch. "That's when I would have to choose between leading my troops and my priorities of advancing reforms."
"Reforms are not just yours. Work, Robert." Conor said, looking at his adopted son. "Macragge will continue to develop while you are away."
"But if I were involved..." Robert heard his father's comfort.
"Is there a possibility," the craftsman suddenly said, his eyes still closed, his fingers tapping rhythmically and silently on the armrest, "before you start to express something that sounds like a reluctant parting of life and death. Now, can you consider that the Empire has a means of inter-galactic communication?”
He attracted the attention of the people of Macragge. Unfortunately, this was not enough to make the craftsmen who always regarded etiquette as nothing open their eyes. Open your eyes.
"In the same sector, the efficiency of the Astropath is pretty good; if it is delayed until the War Sons have included the entire sector into their territory, and they have to truly join the 'big' expedition, Macragge's reforms are not complete yet, and I don't think it's an Empire issue," Morse said.
When Perturabo was preparing to cooperate with the black-robed craftsman and take on a role that showed the tolerance and kindness of the Sky Eagle, Morse unexpectedly threw a new thing to him.
"And you, Perturabo, Califon's reply has been sent to the Ironblood. In addition to delivering a diplomatic statement and asking you why you suddenly remembered this, she also submitted new special matters. ”
Some golden light twined between Morse’s fingers. The craftsman openly used supernatural means to read the report on the track that was being sent to Perturabo's office in the hands of the war blacksmith.
Robert Guilliman looked at the conspicuous beam of light and silently added some notes to the Imperial Truth in his mind.
"Califon said that recently, Melatala near Olympia traveled thousands of miles to submit a document to the Royal Palace of Lokos. The title was 'Mellatala Star Cluster Citizen Petition', and the content was about their star cluster. Recently, with a voting approval rate of more than 90%, she applied to join a planetary alliance led by Olympia. She was not sure whether the empire would allow your planet to begin to expand the scope of influence unique to the original body, so she did not accept it for the time being. "
In Perturabo's surprise, Morse opened his eyes, and the golden light composed of runes faded from his eyes: "You might as well take advantage of Macragge to do their own thing. , look at the development of Olympia, my Lord of Olympia”
"Angron," Morse then called on the name of another primarch, "the culture of Nuceria is similar to that of Olympia and Macragge. Although you have no intention of expanding the territory, I personally still I suggest you check out the development plans on both sides for reference."
"As for Roger Dorn..."
"It's time for the Phalanx to undergo routine cleaning. "Roger Dorn took the initiative and found something for himself to do.
Perturabo quickly realized what his brother was referring to, and no gold cup could help hide his smile.
(End of this chapter)