"Be careful of Peturabo, don't be fooled by his momentary actions and thoughts."

"Perturabo is a monster of split mind, you can never imagine what is new going on in his mind, rudeness may be perceived as blunt, admonition may be seen as offensive, or he may turn the two views completely upside down, in short, his thoughts are constantly changing, and cannot be completely elusive."

"He's a genius, the kind of genius that isn't human."

"Don't limit your impression to the scene just now, I've heard firsthand how he executed a tenth of his soldiers on the first day of his return, and turned to the well-being of every soldier the next day, so don't be surprised, let alone try to confront him, if he suddenly becomes indifferent to the evacuating population."

"Remember, he is a calm monster, but his composure is never released at the right time, just do the work he has given him quietly, and don't overdo what he says and opinions, he may listen, or he may think it is offensive and contemptuous, and fall into a rage that he cannot control, which is fatal."

"Finally, good luck."

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What Ahriman left behind was an invisible mass of words that crept in and spoke clearly in the depths of Morgan's heart where no one could find it.

Morgan narrowed her eyes, she stood still, carefully pondering every word of information left by Chiko, first listening slowly, then recalling, and then, she stepped forward to the giant instrument beside Perturabor, and on the pale blue electronic screen remained some unimportant information and data that Perturabo had not yet processed.

Morgan glanced at Perturabo's screen, and she got to work, her white fingers weaving back and forth between the keyboard, buttons, and tablet with a crisp sound, and soon merged into a symphony of numbers played by the Lord of Steel and the Tridents.

Perturabo didn't bother to pay attention to this new mortal, after Magnus left, he immediately threw himself into the sea of work, the electronic screens and data tablets that belonged to the genetic prototype were constantly updated, sending the data of the entire world and the expeditionary fleet to him, and the Iron Lord was almost single-handedly dealing with these things, his two tridents were more like miscellaneous apprentices at this time, and he was sent to sort out the things he had handled.

Perturabo stared at his screen, reading and processing at least double-digit information every second, but despite this, the protogenomic Superhuman Perception was faithfully telling him that his brother's mortal advisor spied on his screen every five minutes.

But he didn't care about such trivial things.

It wasn't until about twenty-five minutes later that the Iron Lord spoke for the first time, his tone brutally ripping off the otherwise harmonious ensemble in the chamber.

"I need the data of migrants from the resettlement area in the east of Carrena from early morning to 12 noon today, divide the gender and age, and send the data to me."

The unmistakable voice of the original reverberated through the chambers, and Perturabo's orders did not designate an executor, as he had always been accustomed to: the Iron Lord never cared how his subordinates divided and cooperated, he only needed answers.

And until Perturabo's voice completely dissipated in the chamber, he still didn't get an answer, and with this dead silence, every second that passed, the face of the original genogen became gloomy.

Morgan could distinctly feel the sound of the two tridents tapping on the keyboard getting faster and faster, as if the drowning man was desperately searching for a piece of driftwood, and this panic lasted for about a minute, until she could clearly hear the heavier and heavier gasps of the genoplasm, the two tridents finally stopped trembling and turned around.

"Father...... We only have information for 10 o'clock this morning......"

Morgan could hear Perturabo's laughter, filled with suppressed laughter that made the trident of iron tremble.

She calculated carefully until Perturabo's dangerous gaze began to wander over the heir, and Morgan pressed the button next to him.

"Ding—"

Perturabo's low anger was interrupted by the news of the arrival of new information, and he turned his head and clicked on the document, realizing that it was exactly what he wanted.

The genogen glanced at the source of the letter, then turned his gaze to his side, and he glanced at the mortal from the Legion of a Thousand Children—she was typing on the keyboard with composure, as if she had just performed something that was nothing more than ordinary.

“…… Keep working. ”

The sudden forgiveness caused the two tridents to look at each other in bewilderment, while their father was once again immersed in the sea of numbers.

The ensemble sounded again.

But the harmony didn't last long, because it wasn't long before the protogens spoke again.

"The latest data on the transorbital transport aircraft D-447! I want to be half an hour ago at the earliest, why didn't it complete today's share of shipping? ”

Morgan could feel the Iron Giant beside her turn again, everything in the chamber trembling with his breath, and she could feel the rhythm of the two tridents once again disorganized.

This time, she deliberately waited for a while before picking out the one from the many materials that had been sorted out and sending it over.

She could feel Perturabo's gaze linger on her for a moment.

Over the course of the next hour, this happened one after another, Perturabo's questioning as the thunder of a midsummer rainy night, his needs chaotic and eccentric, the tridents occasionally replying, and more often than not, the rhythm of their work being ruthlessly interrupted and disrupted.

Purple light swirled through Morgan's cyan pupils, expressing disdain for this method of urging.

Perturabo's questioning seemed illogical, or rather revered some inner logic that only he knew, and he disdained to tell why he needed them, but simply whipped the whip of language, and let his heirs work as if they could produce the best lieutenants.

But that didn't stop Morgan from continuing her work, her calculations and results easily surpassed those two poor tridents, and with every few minutes of observation of Perturabo's work, she could even sort out what the Iron Lord needed in advance.

As the intermittent questioning continued, it seemed that the question of the genogen was no longer asking about his children, but he was more looking forward to and curious about the answer of the mortal beside him.

It wasn't until a piece of data on the fleet's refueling was also pulled out of the vast archive by Morgan that the genogen clapped his hands, and he called his two heirs and Morgan to his side, his eyes wandering carefully in front of the three men.

After a long time, he spoke to Morgan.

"Tell me why you can find everything I need so quickly."

[Because of the preparation and classification in advance, Your Excellency. 】

"How did you know in advance what you need to prepare?"

[According to the actual situation, Your Excellency. 】

[I encountered an out-of-control incident in the resettlement area outside of Carrena today, which undoubtedly disrupted the process of evacuating and transporting people, thus affecting the efficiency of the transorbital transport aircraft, and then there were the issues you just mentioned about loading space, travel time, rotation schedules, etc., until the end, the transport ship needs more fuel because it stays in low earth orbit longer. 】

[And all of this naturally needs to be sorted and archived separately, so I prepared it in advance.] 】

Perturabo was silent and nodded.

By the time his head turned back in front of his son, his voice had changed to a roar capable of tearing apart the beast.

"Now! Do you hear me?! ”

"Actually! Prepare in advance! And a mind that can connect events with logic! ”

"As my heirs, are you two no match for a mortal in these aspects?"

"Look what you're doing - summarizing and sorting out all the data from yesterday, is this what we need now?"

The enraged genogen had completely forgotten who had assigned the two Tridents this task, and he would never think about it.

The two big men who were below one person in the legion, above 10,000 people, just lowered their heads and let their father vent his anger there, knowing that the reason for his father's anger was not the slowness and lack of data.

It's that one - not even mortals.

"Now, go out and get me first-hand information and data, I don't want to see the texts that are supposed to describe this afternoon's traffic and emergencies still be a cloud of fog."

"Also, tell Frix that if he can't do his job as a trident and be my eyes and ears, then leave his position and go and be a private for me!"

The progenitor's abrupt and unwarranted anger eased slightly as the two warriors left in a hurry, and he returned to his workbench, this time his fingertips emitting the heaviest syllables on the keyboard.

Morgan watched his progress as usual, and then went about her work, waiting for the sudden test of the genetic prototype, and she didn't wait long.

"Storage of food supplies at the warehouse in the south of the city of Carrena."

Soon, Peturabo's request came.

Morgan didn't even pause at all, she tapped her assignment as she sipped the document in her hand and sent it over.

A haze flashed under Perturabo's eyes.

Subsequently, the problems from the genetic protoplasms became more and more complex and multiplied, from the most important itineraries and reserves, population inflows and airdrop arrangements, to the demolition of real estate and buildings, and then the center of the problem gradually left the most important urban areas and resettlement areas to those places that could be said to be insignificant.

"Population evacuation in the Chijin Mountains."

"Ding—"

"The transportation of real estate in the city of Zarugin."

"Ding—"

"The movement of the storm in the Orchis Mountains and its impact on the city of Carena."

【……】

Morgan's eyes narrowed, and she took a closer look at Li Xingxing's map: the Orchis Mountains were half a world away from the city of Carrena.

She thought of something.

Out of the corner of her eye, Morgan swept Perturabo's face, a gloomy composure, and she slowly let her hands off the keyboard.

[Sorry, Your Excellency, I didn't notice the importance of this information, I made it the third priority, now I'm only 75% complete, I can prioritize it if you need it.] 】

As soon as Morgan's words fell, the smile returned to Perturabo's face.

"No, there's no need to blame yourself."

"This is the furious season of Li Xingxing, and according to previous records, there is a 3.5% chance that the storm in the Orchis area will affect the weather conditions in Carena City, and it is natural that mortals will not be able to notice this kind of data."

"You've done a good job, Morgan, now, keep working."

Successfully stumping the mortal in front of him seemed to make the genoplasm's mood suddenly improve, and he pounced on his work again, the sound of tapping on the keyboard and datapad became light and bright.

Morgan lowered his head, shielded his pupils, and assumed a teachable appearance.

【…… Yes, Your Excellency. 】