"Be careful with Perturabo, don't be fooled by his temporary actions and thoughts."
"Perturabo is a split-minded monster. You can never imagine what new things are being considered in his mind. Rudeness may be regarded as straightforward by him, and advice may be regarded as offensive.
Maybe he will completely reverse the two views. In short, his thoughts are changing all the time and cannot be completely understood."
"He is a genius, the kind of genius who is not human."
"Don't limit your impression to the scene just now. I heard with my own ears how he executed one-tenth of the soldiers on the first day of his return, and then turned to care about the well-being of every soldier on the second day. Therefore
, if he suddenly becomes indifferent to the evacuated people later, don’t be surprised, let alone try to fight.”
"Remember, he is a calm monster, but his calmness will never be released at the right time. Just quietly complete the work he has delivered. Don't make excessive remarks and opinions. He may listen, and he may
He may take this as offensive and contemptuous, and fall into a rage that he cannot control, which can be fatal."
"Finally, I wish you good luck."
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What Ahriman left behind was a mass of invisible words, which sneaked in quietly where no one could find it, and spoke clearly deep in Morgan's heart.
Morgan narrowed her eyes. She stood there, carefully pondering every word of the message left by the Thousand Sons. First she listened slowly, then recalled it again. Then, she took steps and came to Perturabo's side.
In front of the giant instrument, there were some unimportant messages and data that Perturabo had not yet processed on the light blue electronic screen.
"How do you know in advance what you need to prepare?"
The unquestionable voice of the original body echoed in the secret chamber. Perturabo's order did not specify an executioner. This was his long-standing habit: the Lord of Steel never cared about how his subordinates divided labor and cooperated, he only wanted answers.
Until a piece of data about the fleet's fuel supply was pulled out by Morgan from the vast archives, the Primarch clapped his hands. He called his two descendants and Morgan to his side, and looked at the three people carefully.
lingering in front of me.
The sudden forgiveness made the two tridents look at each other in confusion, while their father was already immersed in the ocean of numbers again.
[Based on the actual situation, Your Excellency.]
But this did not prevent Morgan from continuing her work. Her calculations and results easily surpassed those two poor tridents. By observing Perturabo's work every few minutes, she could even compare these two tridents.
The things a steel lord needs are sorted in advance.
"Storm trends in the Orchis Mountains and its impact on the city of Carena."
But that one - not even as good as a mortal.
And until Perturabo's voice completely dissipated in the secret chamber, he still didn't get an answer. With this dead silence, the face of the original gene became gloomier with every second that passed.
"As my descendants, can you two be no better than a mortal in these aspects?"
But he doesn't care about such trivial matters.
Morgan could clearly feel the sound of the two tridents tapping the keyboard becoming more and more urgent, like a drowning person desperately searching for a piece of driftwood. This panic lasted for about a minute, until she could clearly hear the Primarch.
As their breathing became heavier and heavier, the two tridents finally stopped shaking and turned around.
Subsequently, the problems from the Primarch became increasingly complex and increased, from the most important itineraries and reserves, population inflow and airdrop arrangements, to the demolition of real estate and buildings. Then, the center of the problem gradually left the most important urban areas.
and resettlement areas, extending to those places that can be said to be insignificant.
"Now, go out and get me first-hand intelligence and data. I don't want to see that the texts that are supposed to record this afternoon's transportation volume and emergencies will still be a fog."
"Also, tell Felix that if he can't fulfill his role as a trident and become my eyes and ears, then he will abandon his position and become a private soldier for me!"
But this harmony did not last long, because after a while, the Primarch spoke again.
"Ding--"
Soon, Perturabo's request came.
"Storage of food supplies in the south warehouse of Kalena City."
Morgan could hear Perturabo's laughter, filled with suppressed laughter, which made the iron-made trident begin to tremble uncontrollably.
The sudden and unreasonable anger of the Primarch was slightly relieved as the two warriors left in a hurry. He returned to his workbench. This time, his fingertips produced the heaviest syllables on the keyboard.
When his head turned back to his offspring, his voice had turned into a roar that could tear apart a giant beast.
Perturabo stared at his screen. He had to read and process at least two digits of information every second, but despite this, the superhuman perception belonging to the Primarch was still faithfully telling him that his brother's
The mortal advisor peeks into his screen every five minutes.
The furious Primarch had completely forgotten who assigned this task to the two tridents, and he would never think about such a thing.
【……】
“Population evacuation situation in the Chijin Mountains.”
[Sorry, Your Excellency, I did not notice the importance of this information and ranked it as the third priority. Now I have only completed 75%. If you need it, I can deal with it first.]
"I need data on the migrants in the east resettlement area of Kalena City from early morning to noon today, divided by gender and age, and send the data to me."
"No, there is no need to blame yourself."
As soon as Morgan finished speaking, the smile returned to Perturabo's face.
"Actual situation! Prepare in advance! And have a mind that can connect events with logic!"
Morgan squinted her eyes and took a closer look at Dawn Star's map: the Orchis Mountains and Kalena City were separated by half a world.
"Tell me why you can quickly find every piece of information I need."
Perturabo remained silent and nodded.
What did she think of?
It wasn't until about twenty-five minutes later that the Lord of Steel spoke for the first time, and his tone roughly broke the originally harmonious ensemble in the chamber.
Perturabo's questions seemed illogical, or he just respected some internal logic that only he knew. He didn't bother to tell why he needed them, he just slapped the whip of language to let himself
The heirs worked hard, as if this would produce the best lieutenants.
When the intermittent questioning continued, it seemed that the Primarch's question was no longer about his descendants. Instead, he was more looking forward to and curious about the answer of the mortal next to him.
Perturabo did not spare any energy to pay attention to this new mortal. After Magnus left, he immediately plunged into the sea of work. The electronic screen and data pad that belonged to the original gene were not used at all.
It is constantly updating, sending data about the entire world and the expedition fleet to him, and the Lord of Steel is handling these things almost on his own. His two tridents are more like apprentices doing odd jobs at this time.
, was sent by him to sort out the things he had dealt with.
The Primarch glanced at the source of the letter, and then turned his gaze to his side. He glanced at this mortal from the Thousand Sons Legion - she was typing on the keyboard calmly, as if she had just fulfilled a mission.
A very ordinary thing.
[And all of this naturally needs to be classified and archived separately, so I prepared it in advance. 】
"Father...we only have information from ten o'clock this morning..."
The two big men, one person below the others in the legion and above ten thousand people, just lowered their heads and allowed their fathers to vent their anger. They knew that the reason for their father's anger was not the slowness or lack of data.
In the next hour, this situation happened one after another. Perturabo's questions were as constant as the thunder on a midsummer rainy night. His needs were messy and strange. The tridents could occasionally reply, but more often.
Just let their work rhythm be ruthlessly interrupted and disrupted.
She calculated carefully, and when Perturabo's dangerous gaze began to wander around the heir, Morgan pressed the button next to her.
"……continue working."
"Look what you are doing - the summary and sorting of all the data yesterday, is this what we need now!"
"This is the violent season of the Dawn Star. According to past records, the storm in the Orchis region has a 3.5% probability of affecting the weather conditions in Kalena City. From a mortal perspective, it is naturally impossible to notice this kind of data.
"
Through the corner of her eye, Morgan glanced at Perturabo's face, which looked gloomy and calm, so she slowly let her hands leave the keyboard.
After a long time, he spoke to Morgan.
The news of the arrival of new information interrupted Perturabo's low anger. He turned his head, clicked on the document, and found that it was exactly what he wanted.
She could feel Perturabo's eyes lingering on her body for a moment.
Morgan glanced at Perturabo's screen, and then she started to work. Her green-white fingers ran back and forth between the keyboard, buttons and data pad, making a crisp sound, and soon joined the Lord of Steel and the Tridents.
In the digital symphony played.
"Ding--"
Morgan didn't even pause at all. While typing out her task, she picked up the document and sent it over.
"Ding--"
[I encountered an out-of-order incident in the resettlement area outside Kalena today. This incident will undoubtedly disrupt the process of evacuation and transportation of people, thereby affecting the efficiency of the cross-track transport aircraft, and then there is the loading space
, travel time, rotation schedule and other issues you just mentioned, until finally, the transport ship needs more fuel supplies because it stays in low-Earth orbit for a longer time.]
This time, she deliberately waited for a while before selecting that one from the many materials that had been sorted out and sending it over.
"Now! Did you hear that?!"
Morgan could feel the steel giant beside her turning around again. Everything in the secret room, both living and inanimate, was trembling because of his breath. She could sense that the rhythm of the two tridents was once again confused.
"Real estate transportation situation in Zalukin City."
【Because of the preparation and classification in advance, Your Excellency.】
A haze flashed in Perturabo's eyes.
Purple light flowed in Morgan's cyan pupils, expressing his disdain for this urging method.
"The latest data of the cross-orbital transport aircraft D-447! I want the latest data from half an hour ago. Why didn't it complete today's transportation share?"
As usual, Morgan first observed his progress, and then started her own work. She was waiting for the Primarch's sudden examination, and she did not wait too long.
The ensemble sounded again.
"You've done a great job, Morgan, now, keep working."
Successfully stumping the mortal in front of him seemed to make the Primarch's mood suddenly improve. He threw himself at his work again, and the sound of typing on the keyboard and data pad became brisk and bright.
Morgan lowered his head, covered his pupils, and looked like he was being taught.