Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 30 Maybe a Howler Letter
Perturabo woke up from the cushions and brocades for the second time, and first caught a vague light-colored shadow in his vision, but before he could see who was coming, his hunger made his belly groan .

Calliphon put down the scroll she had brought, and looked sideways at the awakened boy.

"Would you like some lunch?" She tapped the edge of the golden plate with her slender fingers, drawing Perturabo's attention to the sliced ​​cereal bread on the plate, drizzled with honey, curd, and cheese slices. Pancakes, served with a small glass of cider.

"Wait until I invent an instrument to detect toxicity." Perturabo lifted the fabric and stood on the ground, stepping on sandals and walking in front of Kalifeng.

When he was standing, he was still taller than the sitting Daughter of Locus.

Perturabo looked around, clearly knowing what he knew the moment he woke up, he still wanted to confirm it with his eyes.

"Morse is not there?"

Callifon also stood up from the seat, and took a step back without leaving a trace, so that Perturabo didn't have to look up at her.

"Father has something to talk to him about. I'm here to apologize to you for our negligence, and to tell you that you can enter Locus' library at any time."

"You'd better sit down." Perturabo frowned because he was not used to it, and then hesitated for a moment in the address, "Califon."

Califon readily accepted Perturabo's mode of address.The two of them sat on either side of the wooden table.

Perturabo continued: "You don't have to apologize to me. I had expected something like this to happen."

Whether or not Carliphon was puzzled by this, she obediently showed a smile: "You are so smart, of course you can expect it. When I dared to write a letter with Mr. Morse, he told me In my reply, I also mentioned what a wise boy you are."

"Did he say that?" Perturabo asked without thinking, and then hurriedly asked himself incongruously: "He always likes to exaggerate."

"What is Mr. Morse like?"

"Is not it?"

"Then he is very different from you. I only see humility from you." Carlifeng's bright eyes blinked slyly.

"That's what he is!" Perturabo suddenly realized that there is a soulmate in the world.As if taking off a heavy armor and taking away the oppressive helmet, he suddenly felt that the world was so clear and neat, and everything was lovely.

When Carifon picked up a piece of pancake with two fingers, as if taking a snack from a friend’s chat, biting the side of the melted and solidified cheese on the pancake, Perturabo also involuntarily took out a piece of bread from the plate, and Fend off a stomach that's about to sound the next alarm.

"Morse is that kind of person, arrogant, rude, contemptuous of others, cold and arrogant, vague, tricky, unambitious, bossy, domineering, and has no good qualities in his body."

He picked up the glass of fruit wine and put it down again, the psychological shadow of the drink still persists, "Every sentence must imply ten kinds of reflections and irony, except for puzzles and metaphors, there is nothing that cannot be interpreted."

He took a hard bite of the bread, and after eating something, his mood suddenly relaxed again. He personally verified the truth that sugar can make a hungry person feel happy. "If he hadn't been so knowledgeable and knowledgeable, I would have left him."

After he finished speaking, he quietly glanced around and saw no suspicious figures. He listened carefully and confirmed that Callifon was the only one in the room.

Califon put her fingertips against her forehead, her dangling little finger trembling slightly. After a short while, she smiled brightly and said, "Before I have time to say anything, there is something Morse asked me to remind you to look at."

"What?"

Calliphon pushed a piece of paper in front of Perturabo. The paper was folded towards the center, forming a rectangular shape of a letter. In the center was a wax-sealed crimson lacquer, on which were strings of strange and indistinguishable Words, like lightning, like daggers.

Somehow, when Perturabo saw it, bad expectations were born in his heart.

He cautiously took the letter into his hands, pulled at the corners of the paint twice, and did not dare to open it immediately.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Mr. Morse wrote you a letter, and he asked you to open it in a quiet place." Carliphon propped her chin on her knuckles, smiling and full of kindness.

The vague uneasiness in Perturabo's heart became louder and louder, like a cluster of shifting black shadows, always foretelling his impending misfortune.

He swallowed in panic, encouraged himself not to abandon reason and trust intuition, and then resolutely lifted the wax seal.

"Perturabo, I suddenly remembered that there was something I almost forgot to do..."

A male voice full of sarcasm and sarcasm immediately came out of the envelope, and Perturabo immediately threw the envelope out as if his hand was burned by a flame, and the letter floated into the air, showing its terrifying presence in the air.

"...Don't you really think that if I praise you, your work will be more outstanding? I don't comment on you on stage, because I am too lazy to waste so much energy. You have too many questions, and I don't expect to explain them clearly in a few words... "

Calliphon silently leaned back.

"...Do you think they really like your work? If it wasn't for the fact that the first person on the stage happened to choose your double statue, and the citizens behind didn't know how to choose, they simply followed the first person. Do you think you would be lucky enough to get This victory? I hope you have recovered from the poison..."

Perturabo jumped up to pounce on the letter, and the letter flew leisurely higher.

Calliphon felt that she should leave first as a respect.

"... Let's talk about the statue itself first. I don't know how your self-proclaimed sharp eyesight like a falcon failed to detect the disordered layered hair on the top of my part of the statue, and I can't figure out why you put your part of the statue away. The center of gravity is on the unstable sole of the foot..."

Perturabo looked around anxiously, and his extremely efficient brain instantly gave thousands of completely useless solutions: "I just said he is extremely annoying!"

Kalifeng looked out of the window, pretending to be surprised: "It's late, I still have something to do, and Andos is intoxicated in making a more perfect design, I have to go to my brother." After finishing speaking, she floated leave.

When there was no one in the room, Perturabo immediately rushed over to lock the door, then picked up the quilt and covered the flying letter.

"... Let's talk about your performance. Who taught you to turn off the loudspeaker and have a private conversation with others in front of everyone for a long time? Do you know how much negative impression it will bring to you, and how many people will privately think that your behavior is inappropriate? , have an affair to hide? Perturabo, I don’t know where your amazing wisdom has gone..."

Perturabo slammed the window shut to make sure that there was no place in the room that could leak sound, and then hugged the quilt and began to scold the letters to himself, even though the letters were all automatically dubbed and ignored him at all.

"You are talking nonsense. I have considered a lot at that time. You can't make such hasty conclusions..."

"...And you are willing to drink the spring water in the golden pot. I think you refused it at first, thinking that you are intelligent and see things clearly. I don't want you to drink it in one gulp after a while. If I hadn't been there to heal your heart and lungs , you have now turned into a thousand winds and fine dust and sprinkled into the purest lake under the plateau..."

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Morse had no patience with observing the visiting etiquette and waiting for the attendant to inform him, so when he stood in front of the tyrant's door, he opened the door and walked into the room.

Damex welcomed him with new wine, which he gladly accepted, brought out his wicker chair, and sat across from Damex.

"You also saw it, craftsman." The tyrant said worriedly, "Lokos does not want to attack others, but others want to kill your apprentice."

Morse rapped his knuckles on the table with a cold expression.

"Don't hide your ambition from me, tyrant. Don't play tricks with me. You want my apprentice to participate in the eternal struggle of Olympia, then tell him what you will ask for, and the price you can pay."

"If he doesn't like it, I won't persuade him. If he agrees, I won't stop him. But you must not use my name to deceive him."

He didn't bother to say his "otherwise."

The tyrant put down his golden staff solemnly and lowered his head to show respect. "In the name of Lokos, I will never do anything by force or coercion."

(End of this chapter)