Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul
Chapter 18 The King’s Children (4k)
Chapter 18 The King’s Children (4k)
"I've learned a lot, Morse."
Andos clenched his hand into a fist, his knuckles meekly pressed against the surface of the door, and he didn't knock it down for a long time.And Califon followed behind the brother, and heard the conversation between two people in the room.
This door was originally extremely simple. Like any simple residence of Lokos, it was made of common earth and stone. However, just facing a wooden door, the sons and daughters of Damex had already seen something from it. Traces of various designs.
It is a drawing board, a prototype of carving. The spiral pattern unfolds from the center of the door and is cut by square straight lines. Each block is formed by different precise geometric divisions, some of which look like the carver randomly practicing during practice. Some of the cut-out irregular areas look like harmonious patterns formed by carefully designing the overall layout.
Different people observe their own life experiences, and the interpretations drawn from the door should be different.
If this feature were placed in the prophecies of the divine religion, Callifon would definitely hate it. However, what she sees now is a work of art that does not limit the means of interpretation. So the open picture provided by the creator , you can enjoy it slowly and happily again.
She felt relieved for Andos.
When Andos insisted on coming here to visit the rising star of Lokos, Callifon was worried that the boy in the rumors was not as talented as everyone said.
These patterns tend to extend from the wooden door to the side, but now they are still like a net of worms, clinging to the restricted area of the wooden door, because there is another creation on the surrounding wall—— It is no longer a pure carving pattern, but a combination of pasting and shaping art, using clay, tanned leather and baked wood strips to carve prominent patterns.If the door is hollowed out, then there are raised patterns on the wall.
Kalifeng was not very proficient in this aspect, so she turned her face to the side, and looked curiously at the expression on the face of her brother who was proficient in this field.
Strangely, she didn't see how much Andos admired these delicate patterns.On the contrary, this gentle prince was frowning, as if there was a key element missing in these boys' creations.
Calliphon sighed inwardly, alert, ready for the soft words that would fill the chasm of the quarrel if conflict should come.
Her eldest brother was always gloomy and regarded power as very important, while her second brother was too gentle and too humble. Little did he know that his nobility in being tolerant to others often made narrow-minded people hate and envy him.
"Let's talk about it." A male voice said, and Califon noticed the cold seriousness in that person's voice.
This should be Morse.When people talk about the legend of Perturabo, they often avoid a name intentionally or unintentionally.
"Yesterday I went to the person in charge of the mine, and I communicated with him where the minerals in the mine go. Copper and bronze are used to make daily utensils used by the Lokos, such as medical equipment and other fine instruments. to gold and silver, but some of the materials needed in ancient books cannot be found anywhere in Olympia; iron is used to forge weapons and armor, and many tools and components of machinery, and lead appears in pipes. Gold and Silver, as a symbol of wealth and currency, appears everywhere as long as the person placing the order wishes to assert his status."
"Tell me what you think."
"Steel. Steel is the basis of everything, even if it's not necessarily known."
"What are the properties of steel?"
"indestructible."
"In the process of forging it is not hard, you will see the light of melting and the weakness of surrender."
"But forged, it always becomes unshakable."
Callifon heard Morse laugh, and he said: "Come in, two sons of Damex."
Andos pushed the wooden door gently with embarrassment and uneasiness. His morals made him deeply ashamed of his behavior of hiding outside and eavesdropping on other people's conversations, even though he was one of the future owners of Lokos.
Calliphon saw this.She stepped into the room first, and before she could see anything, she lowered her neatly braided head and expressed her apology for her brother in a neither humble nor haughty way: "Morse, Perturabo, we apologize for our actions, and it is up to the house The carvings on the wall are indeed masterpieces of incomparable ingenuity, and we are delighted and sighed deeply."
She waited for Andos to answer, but she didn't expect that after a while, she didn't hear a word coming out of Andos' mouth. There is no second in the whole Olympia.
She heard the sound of a boy's feet stamping on the floor as he jumped off the seat.
Perturabo rushed to her brother's side and asked very directly: "How do you like this soldier model?"
Morse's eyes fell on the top of her head, and she had the illusion of being doused with ice water for a moment, although there was no hostility in Morse's words, and there was an understatement of detachment.
"Head up, Kalifeng, come and have a seat. We welcome you both."
Carifon raised his head as he said, and looked at Andos, who was facing the soldier model that Perturabo said, with his mind wandering out of the sky.
After confirming that everything was safe there for the time being, she boldly walked towards the black-haired man in strange black clothes who was sitting on the wicker chair in front of her, and sat down on a high chair that appeared out of thin air.
"Thank you, Mr. Morse." Callifone said as she looked at the crowded room that looked much bigger inside than outside.
She didn't know whether to describe this place as "chaos" or "orderly".
Numerous tools are placed in different places, whether it is a drawing pad, a triangle, a handle, scissors, or a wax model, a pen holder, a file, and a dye plate, all of which are scattered on several different steel sheets without clear rules. tabletop, but it only takes a little imagination to know that when a person sits in the right chair, everything he needs can be easily reached in the most comfortable way.
There are both semi-finished paintings and murals hanging on the walls. There are large or subtle design drawings nailed on some blackboards, which are covered with complicated lines that she cannot understand. Bright creations, armor-piercing men, cast plows, winding vines, swimming fish, miniature harps, everything from animals, figures to manufactured products.
One of the particularly weird ones is a half-finished stone statue. The weirdness is not because it is unfinished, but because it is obviously much rougher than other works. It is like a child who has not learned any craft knowledge. Engraved.
Califon wasn't quite sure if this was the early work of the rumored child prodigy Perturabo, but if so, she wanted to smile a little.
She pursed her lips and lowered her voice to say hello to Morse. She was thinking about how to take into account Morse's face in this crowded room without disturbing the conversation between Perturabo and Andos over there. She heard a magical voice directly sent into her mind.
The powerful unknown force made her dizzy, and she had the illusion of being embedded in her head by a bone-piercing ice cube.Kalifeng clenched her left fist secretly, with her nails pricking the skin of her palm, enduring the pain that whizzed by, trying not to resist Morse's ability.
With a sharp neighing sound, she finally heard Morse's voice ringing directly in her heart with incomparable clarity.She calmed her heartbeat and accepted it all.
+ What about Harcon? + Morse asked, + Where is the eldest son of Damex, great prince of Locus, who will wear the iron crown?What keeps him from visiting? +
Morse's first question made her start to get chills again.
Callifon glanced briefly at Morse, and saw a dark abyss in his eyes.
She calmed herself down for a moment, sighed secretly for her elder brother, and didn't want to reveal that he often suspected that Perturabo would shake his position in recent days, but only replied to Morse in her heart in a tactful and unfamiliar way.
+Thanks to the inquiry, the foreign enemy has been doing something different recently. My father asked my elder brother to go to the barracks to rectify the defense, but it is really impossible to come. +
Morse shook his head slightly, and the cold laughter echoed in Carifon's mind.
+ Stop playing complicated tricks with those words, and stop making excuses for him.If you don't want to do this, I will lower my impression of you. +
+Sorry, Mr. Morse.You are my father's distinguished guests, how can I not be respectful? +
+ VIP? +
Morse savored the word, no longer competing with Damex's eldest daughter in words.
Although this tyrant's daughter is younger than her brothers, her character and demeanor are already at the level of assisting the king - if possible, the word "assist" can be eliminated.
He changed the subject, casually talked about the customs of Olympia, and generously introduced various furnishings in the house. For example, the silver butterfly-patterned jug on the shelf was Perturabo’s waste of raw materials. Looking at the situation on Andos and Perturabo.
"...This is...amazing." Andos spoke very slowly. If silence is the sound of a person thinking, then everyone present can hear his thinking.
"Your skills are proficient enough, these," Andos spread his hands, guiding Perturabo's line of sight with five fingers together, "these silver statues, and these wood carvings, there are no flaws in processing. I can't It is hard to imagine how to trim this seamless combination, such as this connection port.”
"Hmm." Perturabo replied with the simplest syllables, "What about my theater design?"
The boy picked out the roll he was talking about from a pile of thick rolls, smoothed out the drawings, and unfolded them on the table.
This is just a section of the huge theater he wants to build. He hasn't finished drawing more building blocks, but he obviously feels that the current results are enough to show.
Perhaps the two children of the tyrants who had just arrived here would think that the boy was secretive in his emotions and anger, and his likes and dislikes, but Morse could see that Perturabo readily accepted every compliment, just like a glutton. The children in the family quietly accept every piece of candy and biscuit given by others, and pretend in front of their parents that the powder at the corner of their mouth is not the residue on the biscuit.
+ Perturabo is happy. + Thinking of this, Morse told Callifon.He received a surprised raised eyebrow, and a soft laugh in the psionic channel.
He added: + Just a little tip for you, if next time you come here, put his name before my name when you say hello, he will immediately introduce you as a confidant. +
Calliphon nodded, a new gleam in his eyes.
Andos did not touch the drawing itself rashly, but hovered his fingers above the drawing to help position his eyes.
He tried his best to analyze this extremely complicated drawing carefully, then slowly shook his head, and sincerely apologized before Perturabo misunderstood: "I am not the designer of the city... I can't just imagine a field that I haven't been involved in for a long time work, but it’s bound to be a good one.”
He thought for a while and continued: "I can start learning from today."
Perturabo was immediately alarmed by this: "Can you learn it? Who do you want to learn it from, Morse?"
"What? No... I can learn it, but I will find another teacher." Andos looked a little confused, "The architect of Lokos, if the Kaldis people are accompanied by a designer when they visit, I will also Will visit."
"Do you think they are better than Morse?" Perturabo said darkly.
"I didn't say that...he's your teacher."
"Are you implying that I am what I am today because Morse was my teacher?"
Morse rolled his lips, not participating in Perturabo's unilateral confrontation with the enemy.Carlifeng was calm and calm, and was not in a hurry to go up to cheer for her brother.She observes what is happening before her eyes, which is where she has always been.
+Where do you think Perturabo's talent lies, Carifon? +
+Is it building things? +
+ No, it was him who was guessing at other people's speed in his mind.Every heartbeat interval can bring him tens of thousands of words of excessive analysis of other people's mental activities. +
+This sounds really...+
+I'm curious about your adjectives. +
+Childish. +
Calliphon reluctantly chose the most eloquent words.
Andos was about to lose, and the mild-mannered man didn't mind backing down in words.
"Sorry, Perturabo. I never hinted at that...anyone can see in your work a person full of talent and hard work." He said nicely.
Perturabo felt as if he had punched into a pile of soft fabric, his anger nowhere to be released.
He glanced quickly at Morse and then stopped.
The boy said sullenly, "Okay. Since you don't know architecture, what are you good at?"
"Wood carving, stone carving, ironware..." Andos said one by one. According to his personality, if he dared to describe an ability as good at it, then he must have been immersed in it for many years, and even had his own set of art theories. .
"I want to compete with you." Perturabo interrupted Andos, "You choose the topic."
"Huh?" Andos was quite confused.
"I haven't competed with others yet, and I don't know how my talent compares to others." Perturabo said confidently.
Califon pinched the skirt on her knees, her brows were slightly frowned, as if she really wanted to prevent Andos from agreeing.It was clear to her that Perturabo would widen the rift between them and Locus out of thin air, no matter who won or lost the contest.
She looked at Morse for help, but Morse was indifferent and just gave a sarcastic answer.
+I will urge this child to learn philosophical theory from today on to save his disastrous thinking pattern. +
Carliphon had no choice but to leave his seat, and advised: "Mr. Perturabo, one's abilities will eventually be exhausted, and my elder brother is not all-rounder. Although he has many skills, there are always skilled craftsmen in Locus. You have gone farther than Andros. Why not show your talent in a grand contest, and defeat the artisans of Lokos one by one?"
"What should I call you?"
"Califon, daughter of the Kingdom of Lokos."
"Califon," Perturabo nodded, "It's a good idea. If Damekus is willing to host, I will guard my ring. But first, I want to start with Andos."
Just as Califon was about to say something more, Andos raised a hand, attracting the attention of several people: "I don't mind participating in the competition...the topic is stone sculpture?"
"A weapon?"
"No, it doesn't have to be a weapon. Callifon said you don't like war," said Andros.
Perturabo looked at Calliphon with a new look, as if seeing the eldest daughter of the tyrant again.
His demeanor softened quickly.
"Okay, Andos. Would you like to set a time?"
Morse suddenly said: "I will decide. One month later, the workshop we are in now welcomes you to the scene. Please bring the work of Prince Andos."
His eyes stayed on Perturabo's face, and the smile he showed was as warm as ever: "I hope to see the finished product of your original work by then, Perturabo. It has made me curious for a long time."
My speed is only [-] words per hour, so I can’t go any faster...
(End of this chapter)
"I've learned a lot, Morse."
Andos clenched his hand into a fist, his knuckles meekly pressed against the surface of the door, and he didn't knock it down for a long time.And Califon followed behind the brother, and heard the conversation between two people in the room.
This door was originally extremely simple. Like any simple residence of Lokos, it was made of common earth and stone. However, just facing a wooden door, the sons and daughters of Damex had already seen something from it. Traces of various designs.
It is a drawing board, a prototype of carving. The spiral pattern unfolds from the center of the door and is cut by square straight lines. Each block is formed by different precise geometric divisions, some of which look like the carver randomly practicing during practice. Some of the cut-out irregular areas look like harmonious patterns formed by carefully designing the overall layout.
Different people observe their own life experiences, and the interpretations drawn from the door should be different.
If this feature were placed in the prophecies of the divine religion, Callifon would definitely hate it. However, what she sees now is a work of art that does not limit the means of interpretation. So the open picture provided by the creator , you can enjoy it slowly and happily again.
She felt relieved for Andos.
When Andos insisted on coming here to visit the rising star of Lokos, Callifon was worried that the boy in the rumors was not as talented as everyone said.
These patterns tend to extend from the wooden door to the side, but now they are still like a net of worms, clinging to the restricted area of the wooden door, because there is another creation on the surrounding wall—— It is no longer a pure carving pattern, but a combination of pasting and shaping art, using clay, tanned leather and baked wood strips to carve prominent patterns.If the door is hollowed out, then there are raised patterns on the wall.
Kalifeng was not very proficient in this aspect, so she turned her face to the side, and looked curiously at the expression on the face of her brother who was proficient in this field.
Strangely, she didn't see how much Andos admired these delicate patterns.On the contrary, this gentle prince was frowning, as if there was a key element missing in these boys' creations.
Calliphon sighed inwardly, alert, ready for the soft words that would fill the chasm of the quarrel if conflict should come.
Her eldest brother was always gloomy and regarded power as very important, while her second brother was too gentle and too humble. Little did he know that his nobility in being tolerant to others often made narrow-minded people hate and envy him.
"Let's talk about it." A male voice said, and Califon noticed the cold seriousness in that person's voice.
This should be Morse.When people talk about the legend of Perturabo, they often avoid a name intentionally or unintentionally.
"Yesterday I went to the person in charge of the mine, and I communicated with him where the minerals in the mine go. Copper and bronze are used to make daily utensils used by the Lokos, such as medical equipment and other fine instruments. to gold and silver, but some of the materials needed in ancient books cannot be found anywhere in Olympia; iron is used to forge weapons and armor, and many tools and components of machinery, and lead appears in pipes. Gold and Silver, as a symbol of wealth and currency, appears everywhere as long as the person placing the order wishes to assert his status."
"Tell me what you think."
"Steel. Steel is the basis of everything, even if it's not necessarily known."
"What are the properties of steel?"
"indestructible."
"In the process of forging it is not hard, you will see the light of melting and the weakness of surrender."
"But forged, it always becomes unshakable."
Callifon heard Morse laugh, and he said: "Come in, two sons of Damex."
Andos pushed the wooden door gently with embarrassment and uneasiness. His morals made him deeply ashamed of his behavior of hiding outside and eavesdropping on other people's conversations, even though he was one of the future owners of Lokos.
Calliphon saw this.She stepped into the room first, and before she could see anything, she lowered her neatly braided head and expressed her apology for her brother in a neither humble nor haughty way: "Morse, Perturabo, we apologize for our actions, and it is up to the house The carvings on the wall are indeed masterpieces of incomparable ingenuity, and we are delighted and sighed deeply."
She waited for Andos to answer, but she didn't expect that after a while, she didn't hear a word coming out of Andos' mouth. There is no second in the whole Olympia.
She heard the sound of a boy's feet stamping on the floor as he jumped off the seat.
Perturabo rushed to her brother's side and asked very directly: "How do you like this soldier model?"
Morse's eyes fell on the top of her head, and she had the illusion of being doused with ice water for a moment, although there was no hostility in Morse's words, and there was an understatement of detachment.
"Head up, Kalifeng, come and have a seat. We welcome you both."
Carifon raised his head as he said, and looked at Andos, who was facing the soldier model that Perturabo said, with his mind wandering out of the sky.
After confirming that everything was safe there for the time being, she boldly walked towards the black-haired man in strange black clothes who was sitting on the wicker chair in front of her, and sat down on a high chair that appeared out of thin air.
"Thank you, Mr. Morse." Callifone said as she looked at the crowded room that looked much bigger inside than outside.
She didn't know whether to describe this place as "chaos" or "orderly".
Numerous tools are placed in different places, whether it is a drawing pad, a triangle, a handle, scissors, or a wax model, a pen holder, a file, and a dye plate, all of which are scattered on several different steel sheets without clear rules. tabletop, but it only takes a little imagination to know that when a person sits in the right chair, everything he needs can be easily reached in the most comfortable way.
There are both semi-finished paintings and murals hanging on the walls. There are large or subtle design drawings nailed on some blackboards, which are covered with complicated lines that she cannot understand. Bright creations, armor-piercing men, cast plows, winding vines, swimming fish, miniature harps, everything from animals, figures to manufactured products.
One of the particularly weird ones is a half-finished stone statue. The weirdness is not because it is unfinished, but because it is obviously much rougher than other works. It is like a child who has not learned any craft knowledge. Engraved.
Califon wasn't quite sure if this was the early work of the rumored child prodigy Perturabo, but if so, she wanted to smile a little.
She pursed her lips and lowered her voice to say hello to Morse. She was thinking about how to take into account Morse's face in this crowded room without disturbing the conversation between Perturabo and Andos over there. She heard a magical voice directly sent into her mind.
The powerful unknown force made her dizzy, and she had the illusion of being embedded in her head by a bone-piercing ice cube.Kalifeng clenched her left fist secretly, with her nails pricking the skin of her palm, enduring the pain that whizzed by, trying not to resist Morse's ability.
With a sharp neighing sound, she finally heard Morse's voice ringing directly in her heart with incomparable clarity.She calmed her heartbeat and accepted it all.
+ What about Harcon? + Morse asked, + Where is the eldest son of Damex, great prince of Locus, who will wear the iron crown?What keeps him from visiting? +
Morse's first question made her start to get chills again.
Callifon glanced briefly at Morse, and saw a dark abyss in his eyes.
She calmed herself down for a moment, sighed secretly for her elder brother, and didn't want to reveal that he often suspected that Perturabo would shake his position in recent days, but only replied to Morse in her heart in a tactful and unfamiliar way.
+Thanks to the inquiry, the foreign enemy has been doing something different recently. My father asked my elder brother to go to the barracks to rectify the defense, but it is really impossible to come. +
Morse shook his head slightly, and the cold laughter echoed in Carifon's mind.
+ Stop playing complicated tricks with those words, and stop making excuses for him.If you don't want to do this, I will lower my impression of you. +
+Sorry, Mr. Morse.You are my father's distinguished guests, how can I not be respectful? +
+ VIP? +
Morse savored the word, no longer competing with Damex's eldest daughter in words.
Although this tyrant's daughter is younger than her brothers, her character and demeanor are already at the level of assisting the king - if possible, the word "assist" can be eliminated.
He changed the subject, casually talked about the customs of Olympia, and generously introduced various furnishings in the house. For example, the silver butterfly-patterned jug on the shelf was Perturabo’s waste of raw materials. Looking at the situation on Andos and Perturabo.
"...This is...amazing." Andos spoke very slowly. If silence is the sound of a person thinking, then everyone present can hear his thinking.
"Your skills are proficient enough, these," Andos spread his hands, guiding Perturabo's line of sight with five fingers together, "these silver statues, and these wood carvings, there are no flaws in processing. I can't It is hard to imagine how to trim this seamless combination, such as this connection port.”
"Hmm." Perturabo replied with the simplest syllables, "What about my theater design?"
The boy picked out the roll he was talking about from a pile of thick rolls, smoothed out the drawings, and unfolded them on the table.
This is just a section of the huge theater he wants to build. He hasn't finished drawing more building blocks, but he obviously feels that the current results are enough to show.
Perhaps the two children of the tyrants who had just arrived here would think that the boy was secretive in his emotions and anger, and his likes and dislikes, but Morse could see that Perturabo readily accepted every compliment, just like a glutton. The children in the family quietly accept every piece of candy and biscuit given by others, and pretend in front of their parents that the powder at the corner of their mouth is not the residue on the biscuit.
+ Perturabo is happy. + Thinking of this, Morse told Callifon.He received a surprised raised eyebrow, and a soft laugh in the psionic channel.
He added: + Just a little tip for you, if next time you come here, put his name before my name when you say hello, he will immediately introduce you as a confidant. +
Calliphon nodded, a new gleam in his eyes.
Andos did not touch the drawing itself rashly, but hovered his fingers above the drawing to help position his eyes.
He tried his best to analyze this extremely complicated drawing carefully, then slowly shook his head, and sincerely apologized before Perturabo misunderstood: "I am not the designer of the city... I can't just imagine a field that I haven't been involved in for a long time work, but it’s bound to be a good one.”
He thought for a while and continued: "I can start learning from today."
Perturabo was immediately alarmed by this: "Can you learn it? Who do you want to learn it from, Morse?"
"What? No... I can learn it, but I will find another teacher." Andos looked a little confused, "The architect of Lokos, if the Kaldis people are accompanied by a designer when they visit, I will also Will visit."
"Do you think they are better than Morse?" Perturabo said darkly.
"I didn't say that...he's your teacher."
"Are you implying that I am what I am today because Morse was my teacher?"
Morse rolled his lips, not participating in Perturabo's unilateral confrontation with the enemy.Carlifeng was calm and calm, and was not in a hurry to go up to cheer for her brother.She observes what is happening before her eyes, which is where she has always been.
+Where do you think Perturabo's talent lies, Carifon? +
+Is it building things? +
+ No, it was him who was guessing at other people's speed in his mind.Every heartbeat interval can bring him tens of thousands of words of excessive analysis of other people's mental activities. +
+This sounds really...+
+I'm curious about your adjectives. +
+Childish. +
Calliphon reluctantly chose the most eloquent words.
Andos was about to lose, and the mild-mannered man didn't mind backing down in words.
"Sorry, Perturabo. I never hinted at that...anyone can see in your work a person full of talent and hard work." He said nicely.
Perturabo felt as if he had punched into a pile of soft fabric, his anger nowhere to be released.
He glanced quickly at Morse and then stopped.
The boy said sullenly, "Okay. Since you don't know architecture, what are you good at?"
"Wood carving, stone carving, ironware..." Andos said one by one. According to his personality, if he dared to describe an ability as good at it, then he must have been immersed in it for many years, and even had his own set of art theories. .
"I want to compete with you." Perturabo interrupted Andos, "You choose the topic."
"Huh?" Andos was quite confused.
"I haven't competed with others yet, and I don't know how my talent compares to others." Perturabo said confidently.
Califon pinched the skirt on her knees, her brows were slightly frowned, as if she really wanted to prevent Andos from agreeing.It was clear to her that Perturabo would widen the rift between them and Locus out of thin air, no matter who won or lost the contest.
She looked at Morse for help, but Morse was indifferent and just gave a sarcastic answer.
+I will urge this child to learn philosophical theory from today on to save his disastrous thinking pattern. +
Carliphon had no choice but to leave his seat, and advised: "Mr. Perturabo, one's abilities will eventually be exhausted, and my elder brother is not all-rounder. Although he has many skills, there are always skilled craftsmen in Locus. You have gone farther than Andros. Why not show your talent in a grand contest, and defeat the artisans of Lokos one by one?"
"What should I call you?"
"Califon, daughter of the Kingdom of Lokos."
"Califon," Perturabo nodded, "It's a good idea. If Damekus is willing to host, I will guard my ring. But first, I want to start with Andos."
Just as Califon was about to say something more, Andos raised a hand, attracting the attention of several people: "I don't mind participating in the competition...the topic is stone sculpture?"
"A weapon?"
"No, it doesn't have to be a weapon. Callifon said you don't like war," said Andros.
Perturabo looked at Calliphon with a new look, as if seeing the eldest daughter of the tyrant again.
His demeanor softened quickly.
"Okay, Andos. Would you like to set a time?"
Morse suddenly said: "I will decide. One month later, the workshop we are in now welcomes you to the scene. Please bring the work of Prince Andos."
His eyes stayed on Perturabo's face, and the smile he showed was as warm as ever: "I hope to see the finished product of your original work by then, Perturabo. It has made me curious for a long time."
My speed is only [-] words per hour, so I can’t go any faster...
(End of this chapter)
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