Author: Tide of Crows

"Can you explain what is happening before us, my brother Magnus?"

"One mistake, Perturabo, that's all."

"The mortal you trust most is experiencing pain. Even in the chaos of Dawn Star, she has never been in such a miserable state, and you only intend to use the word "mistake" to ignore this?"

Magnus was silent for a moment, seeming to consider how to answer.

Finally, he spoke, but his words contained a completely different cold analysis than before.

"There are three flaws in your words. My brother, I will point them out respectively."

"First of all, you are right. Morgan is indeed one of the most important mortals in my legion. I value her second only to my children. So, please don't use such an accusatory tone, Petula.

Beau, I am also very anxious, and I am also very concerned about her situation."

"Secondly, don't look at all problems from your personal perspective. My brother, Morgan is the senior advisor of the Fifteenth Legion (emphasis added). How did she perform on the Dawn Star and what happened to her? I am better than you.

It is clearer that in that dead world, she encountered some worse situations and problems. She is not as fragile as you think, Perturabo, she is a strong, determined, and trustworthy warrior.

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"In the end, none of us want to do this. Maybe there is my reason for this, but I definitely did not stand idly by. My brother, I once took Morgan and my unfortunate descendants deep into the vast ocean. I

I personally found a solution to each of their soul dilemmas, and I ensured that each of them received complete treatment, whether it was my heir or Morgan, I witnessed the restoration of their souls with my own eyes."

The Primarch was talking, but his descendants stood aside, confused and even frightened by what they witnessed was such a strange scene.

Atharva stayed there. He witnessed with his own eyes how Morgan fell into a whirlpool of pain and struggle during a sudden fainting. He also listened to the quarrels and debates between the two Primarchs about this, and even with Al

Even with Stat's superhuman thinking, he could not keep up with the quick logic between the words of the two emperor's sons.

This was originally just an ordinary negotiation, with two Primarchs, one Astartes, and a mortal advisor, nothing more. There was not even an Iron Warrior among the people present, because they were all busy with the battle with the camp.

A live-fire exercise for the unit.

Perturabo has personally selected a group of sons as representatives of the legions he sent to the Randan front line, as a facade to show the capabilities of the Lord of Steel and the Fourth Legion, while the remaining sons of Perturabo have to rely on themselves

use their strength to fight for the only remaining spots: Although the prize is so dangerous, every descendant of Perturabo still uses all his strength to fight for victory in the hope of gaining the favor of the father of genes. This is really

A wonderful scene.

But Atava no longer has the time or energy to express all this, because his thoughts have been occupied by the weird speech of his genetic father. He does not understand why Magnus has to speak in such a posture and tone.

His remarks, in his impression, the Lord Prospero has never been a character like a chapter list or a walkie-talkie. He prefers to speak with emotion and philosophical short sentences rather than listing ruthless regulations.

But soon, this doubt disappeared, because the Thousand Sons warrior saw a magical scene: with Magnus's words, the anger of the Lord of Steel was visibly extinguished.

Perturabo lowered his head slightly, and his flames of anger were obviously gradually lowered by Magnus's point-by-point analysis. Even when Lord Prospero's words echoed in the room, the Lord of Steel's

A look of serious listening began to appear on his face.

Obviously, this kind of rational debate rather than a heated argument can make Perturabo feel calmer.

Magnus is not a fool, and maybe he didn't have enough experience before, but now, he knows, or finally remembered, how to talk to his brother.

But despite this, this still could not make Perturabo give up his doubts.

"Don't run away from the problem, Magnus. After all, we must value reality more than words. The current reality is that your so-called rescue does not work as it should: when the patient leaves the ward, his safety and health are still

Doctors need to be responsible for their careers."

"Perhaps it's just a relapse of an old injury. You know, Perturabo, when we fill in a chasm, there will always be fine stones and dust falling out. To us and our heirs, it may be nothing.

, but it is still too heavy for mortals.”

"Then why do you have to choose your way? Magnus, have you ever thought that for mortals, or anything in the world, your psychic power is not a magic weapon that can work every time, it only works

To the narrow realm familiar to you and your heirs."

It started again.

Faced with his brother's questions, all the Lord Prospero could do was sigh in his mind.

Perturabo always thought that he was a calm and rational figure, who would neither interfere too much with others nor criticize anything in the world based on his own ideas.

In my knowledge and impression, he never bothered to do this.

This is probably the most wonderful and at the same time the most terrifying self-misunderstanding in the world.

Magnus was silent for a while, until the uneasy atmosphere accumulated in the room so much that Attava found it difficult to breathe.

"This is my method, Perturabo. If you think it is not good enough, then what you should do is not simply oppose it, but come up with a better, or at least equivalent, plan.

I know you are capable of figuring this out, my brother."

This sentence was like a provocation, but Perturabo laughed. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to prove, but it was at this time that three pairs of ears heard Morgan's murmur of awakening at the same time.

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What happened next was hilarious.

Atava is a person who sees everything clearly. He stood at the edge of this small conference room and could clearly see the movements of the two Primarchs: Magnus was obviously frightened by this sudden awakening.

, he quietly moved away, as if he was a little worried about how much his remarks just now were heard.

My genetic father seemed to be hesitating, showing some kind of scholar's unique timidity that was unwilling to take the primary responsibility and the focus of conflicts.

This thought flashed through Atava's mind and was forcefully erased by him. He thought that his father could not be such a common person.

Perturabo's reaction was even more interesting. Atava witnessed the strange behavior of the Lord of Steel with his own eyes: when he discovered that Morgan was gradually waking up, Perturabo's face that was originally slightly ferocious because of the debate suddenly changed.

It froze, and the smile that was about to appear on his face stayed on his face for a short time, forming a somewhat scary and funny expression. This face was fleeting. When Morgan opened his eyes, the Man of Steel

The face of the Lord has returned to its indifference and indifference.

Atava could see Perturabo's lips opening and closing slightly, as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end, he chose to step back a little and handed over the identity of the first question to Magnus.

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So, when Morgan regained consciousness, what she saw was two Primarchs and an Astartes standing at the edge of the room.

It's as if she is some kind of terrifying monster.

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Magnus waited patiently for a while, until his consciousness could sense that the silver-haired mortal female officer in front of him had completely sorted out his thoughts, and then the Primarch slowly took a step forward.

"How's it going?"

Magnus asked.

"Did my treatment accidentally damage some parts of your soul kingdom, or some unknown area? I can check again. Please tell the truth, Consultant Morgan, there is no need to worry."

Morgan shook his head.

[No, it’s just a simple out-of-control power. Although ten days have passed, I still haven’t fully digested and sorted out the healing power you gave me. It occasionally rages in my brain for a while - making you laugh.

,Your Mightiness.】

Magnus listened carefully, and then he showed a gentle smile. The red skin of the original gene wrinkled, like a layer of volcanic magma that was rolled up in a swirl.

But Magnus's happiness did not last long, as his brother's cold voice came from behind.

"She deserves an examination, Magnus, an examination using real medical equipment and a rigorous scientific attitude, and then using a psychiatrist and specialized methods to detect the true mental state and determine whether long-term medication is needed.

Treatment or rest, instead of relying on the simplest self-judgment to judge whether you are healthy or not like now. Mortal people's bodies and minds will deceive themselves...including your descendants, they are the same."

The last sentence seems to have been added temporarily.

Morgan thought so.

But when her eyes moved to Perturabo following these words, she found that the Lord of Steel seemed to have raised his head deliberately and did not choose to look at her. His eyes were unfocused.

The ground was spread out, as if the words just now were just casual accusations.

Such words did not make Morgan react. Instead, Magnus raised his eyebrows, turned his head, and looked at his brother.

"I will do this, Perturabo, if necessary, I will indeed do this. The affiliated departments of the Thousand Sons Legion have a complete medical system, and no one needs to worry about this."

Perturabo laughed, he moved his body back, leaned against the wall, and focused his eyes on his brother, like an orator who was sure of victory.

"With the attitude of you and your heirs, I have reason to doubt this. My brother Magnus, you are too dependent on this kind of magic of unknown origin. I even doubt whether you have really paid attention to the medical treatment you have." Team, have you really used emergencies to test their abilities instead of leaving everything to the subspace?"

Perturabo's words were quick and sharp, but soon he realized that he seemed to have said too much. The Lord of Steel opened his mouth, and then simply turned his head to the other side.

Morgan could see that Magnus's expression became a little complicated: Lord Prospero's lips outlined a helpless and slightly bitter smile, but his eyebrows were almost offensive because of his brother's behavior. Wrinkled deeply at the sexual remarks.

Morgan glanced at Magnus, and then turned her gaze back to Perturabo: when her gaze just arrived, she seemed to feel that she had some contact with the Lord of Steel's gaze. , but when she blinked her eyes to confirm, she found that Perturabo's head was facing away from her.

Atharva watched the Lord of Steel look vaguely at his brother and the mortal, and then quickly withdrew his gaze after being discovered. The Thousand Sons warrior moved his neck unnaturally, only hoping that Perturabo would really Forgot his own existence.

At this moment, Magnus spoke, inadvertently saving his heir.

"Well, you can certainly question the professionalism of the Prosperos under my command. My brother, I will not be offended by this. After all, advice always needs to be respected, no matter what it actually says. What."

"So, Perturabo, my brother, perhaps I can count on your strength? Perhaps you have good enough medical personnel in your legions to help my mortal advisors, or even my descendants?"

With these words, Perturabo turned his head back as if he was quite condescending. He first glanced at Morgan expressionlessly, and then immediately turned his gaze to Magnus.

"Your heirs don't seem to need my help, Magnus. They always rely too much on your guidance and strength. Apparently, your position in their hearts is enough to make the smartest soldiers choose foolishness, enough to make the most stupid. Seasoned officers choose to follow blindly."
To be continued...