Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Morse leaned on the wicker chair and slowly slid down the back of the chair to adjust his perspective and take in the exquisite murals on the ceiling.

He tasted in the fresco style of the court of Lokos something of an olive branch and an Attic temple.

Damex arranged the best guest rooms for his distinguished guests. When Morse was bored, he used his spiritual power to glance at Damex's living room and found that it was even simpler than here.

Then, the wicker chair above his head creaked, and a pair of young steamy hands pressed down on the wicker chair, attracting his attention.

"How would you like to teach me how to forge, Morse?" asked Perturabo. He took a bath, got a new gray brocade robe, finally put on sandals to save his weathered toes, and stubbornly gave himself a haircut - his black hair was a little too long, and Perturabo was unwilling to accept himself and the sight of him. people have more in common.

It took him a lot of courage to ask this question, and Morse could read the clues in the boy's uneasy eyebrows.

"You are testing me. The reasonable price I can get from you is too little."

Morse said briskly. Halfway through, a boring thought popped into his mind, and he casually told a joke he knew: "You have to provide some residual value."

Perturabo obviously felt that there must be some mystery in the wording of these words. He frowned and said dryly: "I don't want you to give me a hammer, you teach me how to make iron tools.

Morse said sharply: "You exchange my knowledge for the gift I am about to give you?"

Perturabo grasped the top of the wicker chair. His persistence gradually became fragile and pale under Morse's gaze, like a thin piece of iron. It seemed to be shiny and indestructible, but in fact it was not that hard to bend. fold.

"I..." His words were stuck. People who have nothing are not afraid of challenges, but they are afraid of giving.

Morse continued to look at his ceiling. After he almost finished rearranging all the patterns on the ceiling and made a unified style design drawing in his mind, he still didn't hear Perturabo's next words.

This child's brain sometimes deviates. It's not that he's slow, but that he can't turn.

He no longer used Perturabo's performance to torture his patience, which was as rare as the early morning mist. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers in front of Perturabo's eyes to bring him back to his senses.

"That's a question," he said. "Not a rhetorical question, not a question, but a general question. Do you want to change?"

Perturabo's eyes lit up. To be fair, his eyes were more beautiful than the gems on the decorations in Damex's palace. It was extremely difficult to stop admiring the craftsmanship of his creator.

"That's it, I'll exchange." He accepted it immediately and showed no nostalgia for the hammer Morse promised him. This straightforwardness made Morse sigh.

After the negotiation, Perturabo relaxed a little, threw aside the cushions of the seats in Lokos Palace, and sat on the hard chair, straightening his back in the most comfortable way.

He was still a little confused: "Morse, do you think this deal is fair?"

"Why not?" Morse was curious about Perturabo's thoughts.

"I didn't bring anything in exchange for your gift first."

"Gifts are special terms that are independent of the laws of fairness. The giver has no right to ask for a price from the recipient." Morse grinned and slid up the back of the wicker chair strangely until his eyes were level with Perturabo .

"What about the gift in return?"

"It just depends on the conscience of the recipient. I don't mind if you don't have it." Morse said, putting his hands on his chest and clasping his palms together, "Okay, I'm going to throw you into the training workshop. I The personal skills are not suitable for the general public who are weak in psychic skills, and the lack of creativity in teaching-based forging will harm my mental health."

"Wait..." Before Perturabo finished speaking, his mind was immersed in the space constructed by psychic energy.

The dense darkness outlined the cave of the stone chamber, and a ray of fire was cut into several bright fragments in the depths of the darkness, which in turn split the dark horizon.

He cursed Morse in his mind - for no reason, just with a sullen anger in his heart - as he walked towards the light source.

Statues of different sizes fell in all directions in this spiritual space. Some were skillful, some were awkward, and some works showed another set of artistic styles that were somewhat incompatible with Morse's style. The desire to explore pushed him to bend down and stretch out his hands, but darkness rose and spread like mist, turning into fluid to intercept and hinder.

Perturabo had to give up studying Morse's secrets for the time being and came to the light source.

The blacksmith's complete set of instruments was breathing hot flames and scalding winds with great vitality, waiting for Perturabo to use it.

Next to it, a strange metal black cube was suspended in the air. The thing's surface lit up as Perturabo approached.

He curiously pointed at the bright surface with his finger, and a small square spread out and expanded, occupying the entire rectangular bright surface; a small imitation human-shaped thing appeared out of thin air in the rectangle, facing him, he spoke human words and talked about some things. Introduction to blacksmithing. He also found himself asking questions, and the thing could even give answers, as if it had life and thought.

Perturabo stared at the inhuman silver gadget, gave up thinking about what kind of strange creation it was that was beyond conventional forging knowledge, and listened intently.

In the real world, Perturabo's body fell to the side, knocking the entire chair over with a crash, then crashed into a clay jar on the side, and pressed against several document rolls in the jar with a majestic momentum. The chain reaction almost spread to the side. Heavy bookshelves several stories high.

The cold spread rapidly, and ice crystals took away the moisture in the air. In the blink of an eye, all chaos is terminated as if time is suspended, and then everything spontaneously returns to its original position.

Except for Perturabo, who unfortunately fell to the ground and was ignored.

Morse did not believe that lying in an uncomfortable position would interfere with the normal development of such a delicate creature.

He walked around the boy who was blocking the way, took away the clay pot, took out the scroll in the pot and started reading.

It is worth mentioning that although these things are paper rolls, they are more like a soft screen that automatically emits light, and are not really made of tree fibers.

The scroll contains a selection of some popular local novels and poems in Lokos. Compared with the local technology, which is not so backward, the selection is particularly old: it is nothing more than a discussion of heroes at sunset, warriors blessed by gods, and wrong love caused by a combination of circumstances. such topics. Morse found the celebratory play numbers at the beginning of the scroll, indicating in which years and for what celebration these stories were performed at the Coliseum of Lokos.

After reading the scroll, he went back to his house in the woods. He first stuffed the finished daguerreotypes into another secret storage room hundreds of miles away that was even more unnoticed, and then found the statue of Perseus among the heavy sculptures. On his shoulders, he then dug out the small stone carvings of two people that Perturabo had recently developed on his own from the corner, and brought them back to the Royal Palace of Lokos.

Before leaving, he snapped his fingers and the entire house collapsed.

Return to the palace. Morse used his imagination and stared at Perturabo's half-finished product for a long time, thinking that it might be an engraving of how a boy showed his magical powers and twisted off a man's head.

As for where these stones that suddenly appeared in the palace walls came from, Morse believed that the tyrant Damex would come up with the answer himself.