Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Perturabo woke up from the cushions and brocade for the second time. He first caught a vague light-colored shadow in his field of vision. However, before he could see the identity of the person clearly, his hunger made his belly make a sound. .

Callifon put down the book she had brought and looked sideways at the awakening boy.

"Want to have some lunch?" Her slender fingers tapped on the edge of the gold plate, drawing Perturabo's attention to the grain bread cut into pieces on the plate, topped with honey, curds, and cheese slices. Serve pancakes with a small glass of fruit wine.

"Wait until I invent an instrument to detect toxicity." Perturabo lifted up the fabric and stood on the ground, walking to Califon on his sandals.

When he stood, he was still taller than the seated daughter of Lokos.

Perturabo looked around, clearly knowing what he knew the moment he woke up, he still wanted to confirm it with his eyes.

"Morse isn't here?"

Callifon also stood up from her seat and took a step backward without leaving a trace, so that Perturabo did not have to look up at her.

"Father has something to talk with him. And I am here to apologize to you for our negligence and to tell you that you can enter the library of Lokos at any time."

"You'd better sit down." Perturabo frowned because he was not used to it, and then hesitated for a moment in the address, "Califon."

Califon accepted Perturabo's mode of address with pleasure. The two of them sat on either side of the wooden table.

Perturabo continued: "You don't have to apologize to me, I had expected something like this to happen.

Regardless of whether Callifon had doubts about this, she smiled obediently: "You are so smart, of course you can expect it. When I ventured to write to Mr. Morse, he wrote to me In his reply, he also mentioned what a wise boy you are.”

"Did he say that?" Perturabo asked without thinking, and quickly answered the question uncoordinatedly: "He always likes to exaggerate."

"Is Mr. Morse like that?"

"Is not it?"

"Then he is very different from you. I only see humility from you." Kalifon's bright eyes blinked slyly.

"That's what he is!" Perturabo suddenly discovered that there was a close friend in the world. It was like taking off a heavy armor and taking away the heavy helmet. He suddenly felt that the world was so clear and refreshing, and everything was lovely.

When Callifon picked up a piece of pizza with two fingers, like taking a snack when chatting with friends, and took small bites of the melted and solidified cheese edge on the pizza, Perturabo couldn't help but take out a piece of bread from the plate. Fight against the belly that is about to sound the next alarm.

"Morse is that kind of person. He is arrogant, rude, contemptuous of others, cold and arrogant, vague, cunning and mean, has no ambition, gives orders and bosses around, and has no good qualities in his body."

He picked up the glass of fruit wine and put it down again. The psychological shadow of the drink had not dissipated. "Every sentence contains ten kinds of reflections and ironies. Apart from puzzles and metaphors, there is nothing that cannot be deciphered."

He took a hard bite of the bread, and after eating something, his mood suddenly relaxed again, and he personally verified the truth that sugar can comfort a hungry person. If it were not for his profound knowledge and understanding of the universe, I would have left him. "

After finishing speaking, he quietly glanced around and saw no suspicious figures. He listened carefully and confirmed that Callifon was the only one in the room.

Califon put her fingertips against her forehead, her dangling little finger trembling slightly. After a short while, she smiled brightly and said, "Before I have time to say anything, there is something Morse asked me to remind you to look at."

"What?"

Califon pushed a folded piece of paper in front of Perturabo. The paper was folded from all sides to the center, forming a rectangular shape like a letter. In the center was a scarlet wax seal with a string of strange and difficult-to-identify characters. Words are like lightning, like daggers.

Somehow, when Perturabo saw it, he had a very bad expectation in his heart.

He cautiously took the letter into his hands, pulled at the painted corners twice, and did not dare to open it immediately.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Mr. Morse wrote you a letter. He asked you to open it in a quiet place." Callifon supported her chin on her knuckles, smiling broadly and with good intentions.

The vague uneasiness in Perturabo's heart became louder and louder, like a cluster of changing black shadows, always foretelling his impending misfortune.

He swallowed his panic, encouraged himself not to abandon reason and trust his intuition, and then resolutely opened the wax seal.

"Perturabo, I suddenly remembered that there was something I almost forgot to do..."

A male voice full of sarcasm and sarcasm immediately came from the envelope. Perturabo immediately threw the envelope out as if his hand was burned by fire, and the letter immediately floated into the air, showing its terrifying presence in the air.

"...Don't you really think that if I praise you, your work will be more outstanding? I don't comment on you on stage, because I am too lazy to waste so much energy. You have too many questions, and I don't expect to explain them clearly in a few words... "

Callifon leaned back silently.

"...Do you think they really like your work? If the first person on stage hadn't happened to choose your double statue, and the citizens behind didn't know how to choose and simply followed the first person, do you think you would be lucky enough to win it? Next victory? I hope you have recovered from the poison..."

Perturabo jumped up to catch the letter, and the paper flew higher.

Callifon felt she should leave first out of respect.

"... Let's talk about the statue itself first. I don't know how your vision, which you claim to be as sharp as an eagle, failed to detect the disordered layering of hair on my part of the statue. I also can't figure out why you wanted to remove your part of the statue. The center of gravity is on the unstable soles of the feet..."

Perturabo looked around anxiously, and his extremely efficient brain instantly came up with thousands of completely useless solutions: "I just said he is extremely annoying!"

Callifon looked out the window, pretending to be surprised: "It's late, I still have something to do, and Andos is immersed in making a more perfect design, I have to find my brother." After saying this, she became distracted. Leave.

After there was no one in the room, Perturabo immediately rushed over and locked the door, then picked up the quilt and went to cover the letter that was flying higher and higher.

"... Let's talk about your performance. Who taught you to turn off the loudspeaker and have a private conversation with others in front of everyone for a long time? Do you know how much negative impression it will bring to you, and how many people will privately think that your behavior is inappropriate? , Is there an affair to hide? Perturabo, I don’t know where your amazing wisdom has gone..."

Perturabo slammed the window shut to make sure there was no sound leakage in the room. Then he hugged the quilt and began to curse the letters, even though the letters were all automatically dubbed and ignored him at all.

"You're talking nonsense. I thought a lot about it at the time. You can't make such a hasty conclusion..."

"...and you actually wanted to drink the spring water from the golden pot. I saw that you refused it at first, thinking that you were smart and saw things clearly. I didn't expect you to drink it all in one gulp not long after. If I hadn't been there to treat your heart and lungs , you have now turned into a thousand winds of fine dust and sprinkled into the purest lake under the plateau..."

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Morse had no patience with observing the visiting etiquette and waiting for the attendant to report the matter, so when he stood in front of the tyrant's door, he opened the door and walked into the room.

Damex welcomed him with new wine, which he gladly accepted, brought out his wicker chair, and sat across from Damex.

"You also saw it, craftsman." The tyrant said worriedly, "Lokos doesn't want to attack others, but others want to kill your apprentice."

Morse rapped his knuckles on the table with a cold expression.

"Don't hide your ambition from me, tyrant. And don't play right and wrong with me. If you want my apprentice to participate in Olympia's eternal struggle, then tell him personally what you will demand and the price you can pay."

"If he doesn't like it, I won't persuade him. If he agrees, I won't stop him. But you must not use my name to deceive him."

He didn't bother to say his "otherwise."

The tyrant put down his golden staff solemnly and bowed his head to show respect. "In the name of Lokos, I will never do anything by force or coercion."