Chapter 366 Socratic Question and Answer
“Do you think Perturabo will screw up this time?”
Angron Petra sat in the coffee attached to the mess hall of the Destiny Steel In the private room in the hall, there is a cup of sand-boiled black coffee in front of him.
Opposite him was a white-haired old man wearing a simple green robe, leaning on the armrest of a huge sofa with a staff used as a crutch. He was lowering his head and carefully measuring out tea leaves from the can. A serving of tea.
“Well...it’s hard to say.”
The Twelfth Primarch smiled, his red hair curled and loose, like the mane of a king beast on the back of his head.
Although Angron Petra's warm spring-like friendly appeal often makes people ignore the size of his body, sitting in the shadows at this moment, his white canine teeth flashed under his smile. Shining sharp light.
Between the two, the white mist rising from the tea pot that was bubbling with crab-eye blisters made his face look like an ancient sacred beast, with a cruel but noble destructive feeling.
"Have you ever said something bad?" He said in a tone that was unclear whether he was sighing or teasing, "The regent, the prime minister of the empire, the founder of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the Inquisition and the Assassin's Court, The mastermind behind the empire, the man who denounced the original body - Malcador, can you not come to a conclusion at such a close distance?"
The old man calmly stretched out his hand to hold the boiling pot. Long handle and start pouring hot water to clean the tea leaves.
"It is indeed a very tempting thing to predict fate's arrangements for us in advance, but it is also a very stupid thing. Isn't it, Angron Petra, Nukai who got rid of the name of Tarc The conqueror of Riya. And the only thing I can be sure and know now is that the right path has been opened by the right people, and one of its results has gone through Nirvana and is sitting in front of me so solidly, which makes me happy. My choice this time may be more correct, and that’s enough.”
The red-haired original body pursed his lips because of one of the words, leaned forward, and unconsciously approached the thin man. elder.
Angron's broad and majestic facial features tightened dangerously, revealing a god of war who was immersed in killing and warrior skills under his gentle face, a god who truly knew how to reach out and The death of human life shows what methods he uses to make those who are unwilling to sit down and listen to his reasoning calm them down and listen.
"Did you find out?"
The former Imperial Regent raised his eyelids, "You did conceal it very well from beginning to end. After all, this is one of your biggest secrets. I guess even No one even knows about it in the current empire, right?”
"That's right," the Warrior King replied, "If there's one useful maxim I've learned over the years, it's that the best way to keep a secret is to let no one know it exists."
Horse Kado smiled, but there was no surprise on his face. "It seems that you are very distrustful of the current empire."
"No one would fill a leaky sieve with their precious wine. If I poured it, it would be some kind of compromise. It's a waste of ritual. As I said, if I have the ability, I will choose to take care of my people first. If I have the ability, I will try to take care of others. That's it, I am honest and understandable. "
"Yes, but doing so is not a favor to your father. He doesn't like it. This is not the way he likes his children. If your expedition fleet accidentally lacks supplies and information notifications, Then I won't be surprised. - Someone still knows your secret, right?" Macado poured out the first water and added the second boiling water, and the tea leaves gradually unfolded in the cup. A fresh scent of narcissus, gardenia and tea buds.
"Of course." Angron leaned back into his seat on the sofa again, sighing as his increasingly tired muscles and bones were temporarily relieved.
"Kahn, my faithful child, my best son, he and my Captains, my silent but reliable members of the Priory, know more or less that I must rely on their loyalty, love and Strength to get through every weakest moment, and they have been fighting and working like this for ten thousand years - in my view of time - We are not here to talk about my problems, Malcador. Back to the beginning. Question, do you think Rogge has been awake for how long? How much does he know? What will he do next? "Should we contact him?"
He put the tea to his mouth to blow the heat away, and then started to taste it. It wasn't until he slowly drank the cup and nodded at the sweetness that began to appear in his mouth that he put down the teacup in his hand and continued talking.
"What do you think?" "Don't throw the problem back at me, Malcador. You have been here longer than me, and you now have the power to sense my problem, so I'm here I want to ask for your opinion instead of playing Socratic Questions with you. I think he has actually been awake for a long time.”
“Because Lami. Zane Carosini’s existence?”
"Because of his existence. Your agents in Wandering Port, Settlement Port, and the entire sector must have heard of those recent outrageous rumors, Malcador."
"I have indeed heard something. "
"This is inconsistent with Perturabo and his own wishes. Although we have all heard his remarks about the relationship between food, restaurants and the future of this galaxy, it is obvious that this level of power Growth was not in his plan, it was an accident.”
“Indeed, those words alone were enough for us to support him in opening this hotel, but he never said he wanted Wandering Harbor to become a hotel. The destination of the state religion pilgrim ship. Please continue, I’m listening.”
“Although he is awake, based on my personal understanding of our brother, he is absolutely unwilling to do so in this situation. Face to face with Perturabo under any circumstances”
"Oh?"
Angron took a sip of the black coffee that had started to cool down. Its bitter but unusually mellow taste filled his mouth and mind. "Don't pretend to be senile, Malcador, the empire or this galaxy does need Dorne, but a dead Dorne is better than a living one. Rogal Dorne knew this very well, so he did that back then. , now even if he is brought back to the world by our brothers, he will not allow himself to take the risk of anyone thinking that he may be resurrected."
The former regent did not speak, and finally he just said, "It's a pity, Rogge is definitely one of my favorite primarchs."
"Like it doesn't mean you can't give up on him, right?" Angron asked a little bit harshly. "Similarly, as long as it is the ruler who can achieve your ideal world, then it doesn't really matter who it is."
"Let's get back to it." The old man smiled, "Guess Perturabo Can it be discovered this time that Rogge’s little moves behind his back caused the imbalance in his important Mr. Carosini’s power bill?”
"I bet on the desserts in the officers' mess for a week." Angron stood up and walked out. "With the batch of tests he is doing now, he can't find it. At most, he can only hide his suspicion in his heart."
< br>"Why?"
"When Rogal Dorn intends to use his rock solid foundation as the foundation for everything he does, I have no doubt that he will be the best in the galaxy. Actor."
"Huh." Malcador watched the 12th Primarch leave, and he was now the only one in the box. "Perhaps, after reading what happened in ten thousand years, people will change. Right. But Satnain... is indeed one of the earliest and best traps created by Rogal Dorn, and he chose that time..."
He shook his head.
"Always so emotional. Fortunately you still have him."
(End of Chapter)