Chapter 279 Preparation Time
"You didn't tell me at the beginning that your brother and your brother's legion were coming to Olympia. I didn't prepare so many dormitories and camps..."
Califon shook her head slightly, because there were only Mors and Perturabo in the room, and she had already placed the heavy iron crown on the newly repaired wooden table. This is better for her cervical spine.
"It doesn't matter, just let them rest on their respective ships. If there is not enough place to stay, my own warriors can let them return to their own special houses in the Olympia Star Cluster to rest until When needed, come back to Lokos to gather.”
Perturabo stopped wandering in the empty workshop, silently moved a wooden table opposite Califon, and carefully lifted his weight. He shifted his weight to the wooden table, sat down, and leaned over.
"I hope they won't have another problem such as indoor network truncation, causing the data board to be unable to connect and receive signals. In the end, they found out that they connected experimental equipment indiscriminately indoors and caused the lines to fuse." He snorted, because the dust in the room had been mopped up. Sis waved his hand to clear it, just blowing some air, "This is simply another breakthrough in the creative lower limit of the Iron Warriors Memorial Hall."
"This makes me a little curious about what their statues were carved into," Morse returned to the table, holding a piece of wooden material and a knife in his hand, and casually carved a ball. "How to express it vividly and statically?"
"The Astartes bringing free drinks home, and the technical sergeants who are inspecting the lines." Perturabo simply introduced, "No matter what How, thank you for your efforts, King Kalifon."
"I accept, Primarch." The Queen bowed her head and simply completed the dialogue between the two leaders from a more overall perspective. . "The Olympia Star Cluster is also deeply grateful for the Empire's trust."
"Okay, Callifon." Perturabo stretched out his hand and let the Queen take one of his fingers, and they shook it like this He shook hands and a similar smile flashed across his face.
Then Perturabo withdrew his hand and sat more relaxed on the table.
“Riding, archery, wrestling, long-distance running, throwing, and throwing the ball into the prescribed place...Since it is the first sports meeting, these easy-to-do events are suitable enough.” He said.
"The cargo channels have also been cleared and confirmed, Abo." Kalifon put his hands on his legs with a calm posture, "There is no need to worry about the sanitation environment and volunteers. The entire Olympia, and even the surrounding star clusters, They all attach great importance to this competition... This is the first time since the construction of the Cheorwon that my cogitator has been ringing like this, and the parchments are almost filling up my palace.”
Perturabo smiled and said, "Throw out those rolls of paper that only show courtesy. It's better to give my brothers temporary accommodation in the spare palace rooms."
"In addition, if there is free space, , please also prepare a dueling arena for the Astartes warriors, they may want to have some show battles... Morse, do you have to make a lot of wood-cutting sounds?"
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The sound of cutting finally stopped.
"Aquila, with the Queen here, you are going to kick me out of my house. How can there be such a mean and unfeeling Primarch in the world?" Morse put the extremely slim Putting down the thin and sharp knife, the black sleeve stroked the wooden ball, which looked almost the same as the first except that it kept getting smaller.
This small force caused the wood chips on the surface of the wooden ball to fall off one after another, and the small wood and debris piled up on the table into a pile of volcanic ash-like embers. Mors blew on the remaining powdery debris of the wood carving and placed the hollowed-out carved product between Perturabo and Calliphon.
A planet that is so detailed that you can clearly see the undulations of the surface, and the planet surrounding the core. Several wooden rings that are nested in each other and can be flexibly moved on the outside form this precision work the size of a mortal palm. . And he completed this work leisurely and leisurely, using only two digits of Terra minutes and a thin knife.
“A miniature version of the current Olympia,” he said lazily, “whoever wants it can take it.”
"Do you need to put it on your desk, Abo?" Callifon asked softly.
"I have a holographic projection of Olympia," Perturabo replied, "I have it on your table, too, but I will take it away."
After that, he gently lifted the wooden carving Pick it up, put it in the palm of your hand, and let gravity drive the ring on the surface to rotate.
"Thank you, Morse," he said.
"You're welcome, it doesn't match your iron table and chairs anyway," Morse snapped his fingers, and the surface of the wood was immediately plated with a layer of gunmetal color, and the edges were painted with a storm of bright silver. Arouse. "It's fine now."
"I can also make another miniature sculpture of Olympia for you, Calliphon." The craftsman said, "What color do you want?"
The queen did not refuse. "Thank you, Morse. The color of the wood itself is enough, and I will free up a new display cabinet."
She blinked, took the wooden crutch leaning against the table, and slowly Support her to stand up and slowly adapt to the change in posture.
Perturabo nodded to the iron crown on the table: "Can you wear it yourself?"
"I can let my maid..."
The Iron Crown was lifted up by a blue light and landed on Callifon's head.
"You're welcome." Morse waved, and he received a helpless smile and a restrained nod from the Queen.
“I will prepare you wine with honey,” said Callifon.
"I didn't expect you to still remember. It seems that your memory is better than mine," Morse stood up. "Take less of those refreshing medicines, or at least get the life-extending surgery you deserve. You are now How old are you?”
“I will consider it,” Kali Feng declined politely. Morse shrugged and stopped insisting.
As a mortal, he received the education to manage a city - he was not even the original heir, but he was able to manage the entire star cluster in an orderly and harmonious manner for decades. Even though Morse never underestimated the former princess, Her dazzling achievements today still prove her unlimited potential.
For such a person, all her choices must be carefully considered by herself.
Perturabo estimated the time in his mind, knowing that some people might be about to end their tour and go to the Royal Palace of Lokos. To be precise, he thought it would be Rogal Dorn, Konrad Curze, and Magnus carried by Curze.
Roger Dorn's appreciation of landscapes has always been limited, it is not his interest, and Konrad Curze...Perturabo thinks that he may not be able to stand walking in the sun for too long long time.
“We can return to the palace together.” The Iron Lord also stood up with his new wood carving and lowered his head in the workshop to prevent his head from hitting something that would be broken. “It’s time. . At this time, we still have time to introduce some of the landscapes along the way. ”
"Of course I won't refuse," Morse nodded and ran his hand through his hair. "After that, let your brothers bring the children...nephews? No, forget it, these weird kinship titles. Let them get to know each other, so as not to know each other in the ring?"
"It's a very good suggestion." Pertura Boluo thought about it and replied, "It just so happens that the communicators exchanged between the legions can get the opportunity to see their respective Primarchs again. I believe they look forward to it." "I've been looking forward to it for a long time."——
"You defeated a swordsman of the Emperor's Son?" Perturabo was not often so surprised, but he was surprised at this time. real. "In what way?"
"Not in battle..." Iron Warriors Captain Sviatoslav Zimmerman, who participated in the exchange among the Emperor's Children Legion, replied quietly.
After taking off the helmet, if he could be a hand taller, and if his hair and eye color were changed, no one would find it inappropriate even if he infiltrated the Emperor's Children. This was also the reason why Perturabo found him first when choosing communication learners.
"Okay," Perturabo patted the warrior's shoulder, raised his chin, and looked at Fulgrim opposite. "Which one? Poetry? Drama? Painting? Sculpture?"
"Actually... cooking." Zimmerman's voice was lower, and he even seemed to regret mentioning it.
Before Perturabo asked again, Fulgrim sighed, "Akulduna." He said. "I knew it."
"Your chief swordsman?" Perturabo remembered this name. He couldn't possibly know anything about the particularly famous figures in each legion. "What's so special about him?"
"It would be an incredible feat if your heir could teach him how to practice the theory of art, Perturabo." Ferrus said, "Even the World Eaters of Angron can do more than he can. Food that is more delicious."
"This is rare." Perturabo let go of the company commander who was reporting to him, thinking of the cooking skills of Angron's green-skinned orcs. "Where are the others, where are they?"
"My flagship is now mixed with many warriors of various colors," Konrad Coze sat sideways on his seat , spreading out the bright red leather cloak as his favorite makeshift cushion. "They...are very interested in my royal court. Ha."
Perhaps except Morse, who was playing with a new wooden ball, no one noticed when he came in.
“Your legion has just been rebuilt, and even I am very curious about it.” Fulgrim said, “If it weren’t for the courtesy of being a guest, I might also be on your battle barge. Travel and watch.”
"What's so good about that?" Conrad Coates said in disinterest, "I didn't design it, it was just an ordinary ship. The Glory Queen I wanted..."
He After taking a look at Perturabo, I felt that there was a large audience at this time and it was definitely not a good time to speak directly.
“...it is necessary for professional and talented people to contribute their precious intelligence in order to achieve the most exquisite and outstanding unique design.”
Morse, who was making carving noises, laughed. . His laughter emphasized his presence, and in turn reminded Fulgrim of something else.
The purple phoenix turned to Perturabo: "Let's continue talking about the topic we just talked about. You said that you want the opening ceremony to be performed by the Emperor's Children and the Iron Hands?"
"As a third-rate playwright this time, my exact words," Morse said, "are that I look forward to your appearance with Ferrus. Unfortunately, Perturabo thinks this is too much trouble for his dear brother, So I changed my request without authorization."
"You can refuse," Perturabo said simply.
"Well..." Fulgrim pinched his chin, "Art performances are often held on the Emperor's Pride. If the script is suitable, I really look forward to performing it in the theater you built yourself. Dressed for a performance in the hall."
He pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes bright, "In this case, I have reason to invite you to personally work hard to design a unique grand theater for Chemos, the emperor's. Architect."
"I agree," Ferus said.
Vulkan, who was free from the topic of art, joined the conversation: "I feel the expectation, brothers." He said sincerely.
“This reminds me,” said Perturabo, “that I want to widen the width of the seats in the first row of the Olympia Theatre.”
“I can help.” He had at hand Magnus said, touching the Iron Lord's arm, "If you need it, Perturabo."
"I will put the script into words later," Morse continued to carve his Wooden Ball, "It's time for me to practice my handwriting. As for widening the seats, let Perturabo solve it with real-life physics. So, how many types of Astartes are there on your ship, Konra De? This hall is a little too spacious."
"Your Fafnir Lane," Conrad glanced at Rogge Dorn, who was sitting upright, "your Altras. "Nomin," the Terran warrior of Vulkan, "your Iskandar Khayon, Magnus, I see that you are not the hand of Perturabo, and..."< br>
"... Son of the Emperor, you have too many questions. You should not have come to me, nor should you question the Lord of the Night."
Wearing something similar to the red robe of the Great Sage of the Adeptus Mechanicus The man - the creature was hunched over, speaking Gothic in a strange accent, and the metal spine that supported its body swam across the ground. Within its red robe, some appendages project dangerously sharp outlines.
The Astartes, whose body is covered in golden and purple armor, and whose limbs are also linked to each other with neural implants on the back, is not so much fearless as it is closer to a coldness stripped of emotions. He didn't seem to be interested in many things, but his unnecessary testing of the living things in front of him proved that he was indeed pursuing something.
"You are not of the Adeptus Mechanicus, Hexakaris," said the Emperor's Children, "nor of humanity. But your masters do not appear to have implanted their gene-seed into any willing human at this time. "Who are you?"
"I am a slave of Konrad Curze," hissed Hexakeris, "and you, you intrude The laboratory assigned to me by my master, Space Marine, now get out."
"I know who I am, Hexakeris. I also know what I am doing. The secret hidden in the genetic code is the perfect final chapter of life and flesh, the combination of divine power and supreme technology. Art. Your existence reveals a corner of the supreme secret to me."
The uninvited guest replied calmly.
"I will apply directly to Fulgrim and your master to communicate with you. Our academic discussions do not need to be concealed."
The old blood actor was silent for a moment and said: "After you obtain Before permission, disappear from my presence, Fabius Bayer”
(End of this chapter)