"Can you explain the reason for what is happening before our eyes, my brother Magnus?"

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

"The mortal you trust the most is going through pain, even in the chaos of Li Xingxing, she has never been so embarrassed, and you are only going to use the word [mistake] to skip this?"

Magnus was silent for a moment, as if considering how to answer.

Eventually, he spoke, but there was a cold analysis that was completely different from what he had been.

"There are three flaws in your words, my brother, which I will point out separately."

"First of all, you're right, Morgan is indeed one of the most important mortals in my legion, and I value her second only to my heirs, so please don't use this tone of accountability, Perturabo, I'm anxious too, and I'm concerned about her situation."

"Secondly, don't look at all the problems from your personal perspective, my brother, Morgan is a high-ranking advisor to the Fifteenth Legion, how she performed on the star of Li, and what she has encountered, I know better than you, in that dead world, she has encountered some worse situations and problems, she is not as fragile as you think, Peturabo, she is a strong, determined, and trustworthy warrior."

"In the end, we don't want such a thing, and maybe there is a reason for it, but I have absolutely not stood idly by, my brother, I have taken Morgan and my unfortunate children deep into the ocean, I have personally found a solution to the soul plight of each of them, and I guarantee that each and every one of them will be thoroughly healed, whether it is my heir, or Morgan, and I have witnessed the restoration of their souls."

While the genogen was talking, his heir was on the sidelines, bewildered, even terrified, by witnessing this strange scene.

Atawa stayed there, witnessing how Morgan was caught in a whirlpool of pain and struggle in a sudden fainting, and listening to the arguments and debates between the two genotypes, and even with Astarte's superhuman mind, he could not keep up with the swift logic of the words of the two emperors.

It was supposed to be just an ordinary negotiation, two genetic protogens, an Astarte, a mortal advisor, and nothing more, and there wasn't even a single Iron Warrior among the personnel present, because they were all busy with that live-fire exercise in the large battalion.

Perturabo has hand-picked a group of heirs to serve as representatives of the Legion he has sent to the front of the Jandan, as a façade to highlight the abilities of the Lord of Steel and the Fourth Legion, while the remaining sons of Perturabo are up to their own strength to fight for the remaining spots: despite the danger of the prize, it is a spectacle that every Perturabo son still fights for victory with all his strength in the hope of obtaining the blue eyes of the Father of Genes.

But Atavar no longer had the time or energy to feel all this, for his mind was already occupied by the strange speech of his genetic father, and he did not understand why Magnus had to make his remarks in such a posture and tone, and he had the impression that the Lord of Prospero was never a figure like a table of contents or a walkie-talkie, and that he preferred to speak in emotional and philosophical phrases rather than in a list of ruthless regulations.

But soon, this suspicion was dispelled, as the Thousand Sons saw a miraculous scene: with Magnus's words, the wrath of the Iron Lord was visibly extinguished.

Perturabo lowered his head slightly, the flame of his anger apparently dulled from Magnus' point-by-point analysis, and even as the words of the Lord of Prospero echoed through the room, a gesture of attentive listening began to appear on the face of the Lord of Steel.

Obviously, this kind of rational debate rather than a heated argument is more calm for Peturabo.

Magnus wasn't an idiot, maybe he didn't have enough experience before, but now, he knew, or rather, how to talk to his brother.

But despite this, this did not make Peturabo give up his doubts.

"Don't run away from the problem, Magnus, we need to pay more attention to reality than words, and the reality is that your so-called first aid is not as it should be: when the patient leaves the ward, his safety and health are still the doctor's responsibility."

"Maybe it's just a recurrence of an old wound, you know, Perturabo, when we fill a rift, there's always a tiny pebble and dust falling out, which may be nothing for us and our children, but it's still too heavy for mortals."

"Then why do you have to choose your way? Magnus, have you ever thought that your psionic power is not a tried-weight weapon for mortals, or for anything in the world, but only for the narrow realm with which you and your children are familiar? ”

It's here again.

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

Perturabo always thought of himself as a calm and rational person, neither interfering too much with others, nor blaming anything in the world in his own minds, which he never disdained in the Iron Lord's perception and impression of himself.

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

Magnus was silent for a moment, until the restless aura accumulated in the room so much that Attawa could hardly breathe.

"Here's my way, Peturabo, if you don't think it's good enough, then what you have to do is not simply oppose it, but come up with a better, or at least equivalent, solution, and I know you'll figure it out with your talents, my brother."

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

The next scene is comical.

Atava was the one who saw everything, and he stood at the very edge of the small room, able to see the movements of the two genetic agents: Magnus was clearly startled by the sudden awakening, and he quietly walked away, as if he was a little afraid of how much he had just been heard.

The father of his own genes seems to be hesitating, showing a certain kind of scholarly timidity that is unwilling to take the primary responsibility and the point of concentration of contradictions.

This thought flashed through Atava's mind, and he forcefully erased it, believing that his father could not be such a layman.

And Perturabo's reaction is even more interesting, Atawa witnessed the strange behavior of the Iron Lord: when he found that Morgan was gradually awakening, Peturabo's face, which had been slightly hideous because of the debate, suddenly froze, and his imminent smile also stayed on his face for a short time, forming a somewhat terrifying and somewhat funny expression, this face was fleeting, and when Morgan opened his eyes, the face of the Iron Lord had returned to his indifference and indifference.

Atawa 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 bit, handing over the identity of Magnus to ask the first question.

——————

So, when Morgan was fully conscious, she saw two genetic protogens and an Astarte standing at the edge of the room.

It's like she's some terrible monster.

——————

Magnus waited patiently for a moment, until his consciousness could sense that the silver-haired mortal woman in front of him had completely sorted out his thoughts, and then the genoplasm took a slow step forward.

"How's it going?"

Magnus asked.

"Did my healing accidentally hurt some part of your soul kingdom, or some unknown territory? I can check again, please be honest, Morgan consultants, no need to worry. ”

Morgan shook his head.

[No, it's just that the power is out of control, although ten days have passed, I still haven't fully digested and sorted out the healing power you have given, it occasionally wreaks havoc in my brain for a while—making you laugh, Your Excellency.] 】

Magnus listened intently, and then he smiled softly, the crimson skin of the genoplasm wrinkled, like a volcanic magma layer that had been swirled into a whirlpool.

But Magnus's happiness didn't last long, and his brother's cold voice came from behind him.

"She should undergo a check-up, Magnus, an examination with real medical equipment and a rigorous scientific attitude, and then use a psychiatrist and special methods to find out the true state of mind, to gauge whether it needs a long period of medication or recuperation, and not to judge whether she is healthy or not by the purest self-judgment, as is the case now, and the mortal body and mind will deceive themselves...... And so it is with your children. ”

The last sentence seems to have been added on an improvised basis.

Morgan thought so.

But when her gaze shifted to Perturabo with these words, she found that the Iron Lord seemed to have deliberately raised his head, and did not choose to meet her, his gaze spread out casually, as if the words had just been nothing more than casual accusations.

Such words did not cause Morgan to react, but Magnus raised an eyebrow, turned his head, and looked at his brother.

"I'll do it, Perturabo, and I will do it if I have to, the Thousand Sons has a well-established medical system in its subordinate divisions, and no one needs to worry about it."

Perturabo laughed, leaning his body back against the wall, and then focusing on his brother like an eloquent man with a winning stake.

"With your attitude towards your heirs, I have reason to doubt this, my brother Magnus, you rely too much on this magic of unknown origin, and I even doubt that you really paid attention to the medical team you have, and if you really tested their abilities with unexpected situations, rather than leaving everything to the subspace."

Perturabo's words were swift and sharp, but soon, realizing that he seemed to be talking too much, Iron Advocate opened his mouth and simply twisted his head to the other side.

Morgan could see Magnus's expression become a little complicated: Prospero's lips drew a smile of helplessness and a little bitterness, but his eyebrows furrowed deeply at his brother's almost offensive remarks.

Morgan glanced at Magnus, then turned his gaze back to Perturabor: when her gaze arrived, she felt a touch between her gaze and the Iron Lord, but when she blinked to make sure, she found that Perturabo's head was facing away from her.

Atavar watched the Iron Lord look at his brother and the mortal vaguely, and quickly withdrew his gaze when he was discovered, and the Thousand Sons moved their necks unnaturally, hoping that Perturabo had really forgotten about his existence.

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

"Oh, of course you can question the professionalism of my Prospero people, my brother, I will not be angry about that, after all, admonition always needs to be respected, no matter what it says."

"So, Perturabo, my brother, maybe I can count on your strength? Maybe you have enough good medic in your legion to help my mortal advisors, or even my heirs? ”

With these words, Perturabo turned his head back with a rather condescending look, and he first glanced at Morgan with a blank face, and then immediately turned his gaze to Magnus.

"Your sons don't seem to need my help, Magnus, they have always relied too much on your guidance and strength, and it is clear that your position in their hearts is enough for the wisest soldiers to choose stupidity, and enough for the most seasoned officers to choose blind obedience."

Magnus laughed, as if he had not heard the soft sarcasm of Perturabo, he was already familiar with how to get along with the Iron Lord, and for such words he regarded as the most ordinary and simple compliment.

Peturabo's praise is rare.

"And what about Morgan? I'm sure you're not going to skimp on your power, right, Perturabo? ”

As soon as he said this, Atava looked at his genetic father with some horror, and then he noticed that Magnus looked at his brother with a strange mentality, as if he was determined to find some happiness in his steel brother to make up for it.

Then he saw Perturabo turn and walk up to Magnus with heavy steps, the Iron Lord's gaze on Morgan, but he would not make eye contact with her, and then he looked at his brother.

"Do you remember our conversation, brother?"

"Which one do you mean?"

"Your first argument, Magnus, of course you remember it, right?"

"Of course, I can even repeat: Morgan is an important part of my legion, she is valued and respected by me, and she is proud and trusted by me."

"Then take it all seriously!"

Perturabo's voice suddenly rose to a height, making his words sound like a roar, whirlwind through the small conference room.

"Take your power seriously, Magnus! Carefully consider the possibility of her loss and pain! Don't think of this as a boring gamble that can be solved with jokes and banter! ”

"She can add to your career and add chips to your victory, and that's the power to be valued – yes, valued! I think you know what that means! Put away your attitude, it's going to ruin you! ”

Perturabo's anger echoed through the room, and it was clear that the moody general had fallen into some kind of abrupt anger again.

When his brief anger was over, Perturabo's gaze narrowly swept over everyone present, and then he turned around and hurried away.

It wasn't until the sound of Perturabo's iron boots stomping on the floor faded away at the end of the cloister that Magnus seemed to react, and the smile of the Lord of Prospero was still on his face, and he reached out and poured a glass of wine for himself and Morgan, and drank it slowly.

"He used to do that."

As the wine bottomed out, Magnus suddenly spoke and uttered the words.

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The Iron Lord is gone, but the dialogue between the Primordial and the mortal continues.

"Do you know Ran Dan?"

Magnus beckoned his poor son Atawa to take a seat, turning his head to look at Morgan.

[Just a few words.] 】

"Just a few words...... It's a good thing to say, our knowledge of this enemy is nothing more than words, just like most of the species in this galaxy, we have wiped them out before we can fully understand them. ”

"But Ran Dan is different, it's more difficult, it's a big trouble, the First Legion even lost the Queen of Glory in the war with it, and now, they're back, the war won't stop, it's only burning more violently."

"The Fifth and Nineteenth Legions have already sent out calls for help more than once, and my Legion is in the queue for support, so I need to send some men, which will be a dangerous task, very ...... Dangerous. ”

"I won't beat around the bush, Ms. Morgan, I hope you can join the special detachment of the Thousand Sons Legion, as one of the representatives of the Legion to go to the front line of the battle against Randan, and I will give you the status of a liaison officer, which is a position that is more inclined to the command than the front line."

"You can say no, it's human nature, and I'd love to hear what you really think than false promises."

After the genogen finished his claim, he fell silent and waited for Morgan's reply.

Magnus showed his patience as he watched Morgan slowly sip and glass after glass......

Until she finally spoke.

[Why me, only from the perspective of utilitarian and practical needs, such a battlefield is more suitable for Astarte, and even the function of communication, and specially trained Astarte warriors can best play it. 】

"That's right."

Magnus leaned his arms, as if he didn't want to dwell too much on the subject, and he frowned, a little entangled in what was next.

"I do have some more outstanding offspring, but with all due respect, Ms. Morgan, I have a feeling of uneasiness that my instincts tell me not to let some of my offspring get too far from me, and that something not so good may happen."

Magnus spoke sincerely, but his gaze was wandering and wandering, completely immersed in his own world, without looking more closely at the mortal advisor in front of him: if he did, the genogen would notice a strange light in Morgan's eyes.

Morgan fell silent for a moment before choosing to speak with difficulty.

So, who do I need to work with?] 】

"Ahriman."

Magnus's voice was filled with pride.

"He is one of my most illustrious sons, and you have cooperated and friendship with him, and I trust your cooperation."

"You know, the Thousand Sons Legion is still in a relatively fragile stage, so I can't mobilize a large army to help my brother, I will only send a hundred people, you will not be involved in the vortex of the front line as a pure combat team, all you have to do is to act as an advisor and a timely auxiliary force, using the magic of psionic energy to help different troops."

"Ahriman will coordinate all of this as the captain, and your role is to follow and know the will of the command as the liaison officer of the legion, and ensure that the latest information can be conveyed to Ahriman, I believe that with your ability, you are capable of doing all this."

As he spoke, a medal was placed in the center of the table by the genetic prototype, and Morgan looked at it for a moment before accepting it.

Magnus's smile was a little more genuine.

"If there's anything you need, you can ......"

The genogen was about to say something, but a dull voice interrupted him, and he saw Peturabo reappear, holding a thick stack of papers in his hand, and his head held high, as if nothing had just existed.

"The selection of my legionnaires has been completed."

The voice of the Lord of Steel was as if two real pieces of steel were grinding against each other.

"The first batch of reinforcements, ten special detachments, each detachment of five hundred people, equipped with three times the amount of firepower."

"That's right, I'm done too."

Magnus smiled at his brother, as if he had forgotten everything he had just done.

"I'm not as generous as you, Perturabo, I can only send a hundred men, with Ahriman leading the team, and Ms. Morgan as the team's assistant."

Morgan could feel Perturabo staring at her, but when she looked up, the Iron Lord's gaze quickly faded away, leaving only Magnus' laughter and questions.

"So, you're going to send five thousand?"

“…… No. ”

"Five thousand and thirty."

"They can assist each other with your detachment."

Perturabo said this, then pulled one out of his file and slipped it into the list of people he had just classified.

Magnus took a look.

"Thirty pharmacists?"

Perturabo closed his eyes, snorted coldly, and then did not speak.

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