Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 74 What great wisdom

Magnus's smile faded from his face, and his furrowed brows and slightly parted mouth reinforced an innocent look in him more than anger at Morse's corner-turning sarcasm. Wronged.

"Are you criticizing me?"

The red giant stood under the library's high ceiling covered with exquisite murals and asked questions. He glanced helplessly at the thousands of collections of classics in the tall white wooden bookshelves on both sides of the aisle in the library. It seemed that in this way he could learn from countless predecessors. The power of refutation is drawn from the condensation of wisdom and knowledge.

"But, you know, the knowledge is there, generously allowing us to access it. There are risks in everything we do, and it is for those of us who are capable to explore and help more people safely open the door through us The door to the treasure house... Flames can also burn our hands, destroy a house or even a city, so why do we still use flames for cooking, lighting, and forging?"

Perturabo walked up to Morse, and it seemed to be his talent to accurately grasp the core of the problem from large paragraphs: "The Emperor does not support the use of psychic powers?"

Magnus lowered his head and glanced at the ground that was cleaned every day as clean as a mirror. He carefully sat down in the middle of the aisle where no one passed by. His big copper-colored hands straightened the ends of the parchment-colored cloth robe so that it could fit with the two sides. Talk to someone less than half his height.

"He talks to me through the ether." Magnus said, as if he had found a breakthrough, leaning forward, his arms slipped out of the cloak and rested on his knees, "Father is a master in this area. He taught me How can I borrow the power of the original Creator.”

"What did he teach you?" Morse murmured in a low voice. "Did he teach you to play with fire?"

"Actually, he just taught me how to use fire," Magnus said. "I learned a lot from him."

"Didn't he give you any warnings that sound like 'a psychic recipe that insects can also use' or a guide to using aether?" Morse patted Perturabo on the shoulder, "Even if your Brother, he will also write a construction safety code for his construction team.”

"I pretended I didn't hear 'forget it,'" Perturabo said.

The color in Magnus' eyes turned dark red and gray and black, and he lowered his head, "Sometimes he says I'm too confident."

Perturabo remained silent, recalling Morse's ironic comment that the gift he had received was large enough to publish a book.

Morse looked at Magnus for a while, his eyes swept over the feathers he was wearing, his expression and tone became gentle, and even a little persuasive: "I don't want to accuse you, I just want to hear your thoughts—— Do you yourself think that your confidence is turning into arrogance?"

"Well, I don't think my personality fits the common definition of arrogance in every sense of the word, unless the word arrogance is stretched differently in your cultural context."

Magnus looked serious, taking his word for it.

"You also traveled outside the material universe and arrived at Prospero in a body of light. We all see the calmness of the vast ocean, right? We are just making a safe attempt."

Perturabo's fingers resting on the edge of the white wooden bookshelf on the bottom floor knocked on the wooden board unconsciously.

Morse nodded slightly and did not refute: "In my vision, I do not guarantee that the vast ocean I see is the same area as what you see. And before re-examining your world from your perspective, I have no reason to deny you."

"There are not only the high-level planes that ordinary people think of, the secret passage for the high-speed passage of the Star Fleet, and the super telegraph between the astropaths, but also many secrets. And you, maybe you are really a unique and shocking genius , and inadvertently invented a method to re-explore the psychic space, right?"

"Not really..." Magnus embarrassedly smoothed his fluffy red hair, almost tearing off the crown that fixed his hair, and quickly re-fixed the crown with both hands. "I'm just doing some theoretical research that others can't do."

Morse shrugged. "The theory is often updated as we observe the universe in depth. Tens of thousands of years ago, we agreed that objects would automatically stop moving without being pushed, but now probably no one would think so—at least they shouldn't think so."

"Ah, does anyone actually think that?"

"For example, most of my citizens here in Olympia itself," Perturabo said.

"So, I don't plan to deny you too early, Magnus. Personally, I even hope that you can prove to me that you are right. After all, one more wise man in the world is often more beneficial to mankind."

"If you can show me another unusual scenery, after we return to Terra, I will definitely tell the Emperor how great your wisdom is and what an amazing person you are on the path of psychic energy. Impressive pioneer.”

Morse's overly gentle smile forced Perturabo to try his best to maintain his calm expression, but Magnus didn't notice anything wrong, which led Perturabo to guess that Magnus had never been deceived.

Or never realize that you've been lied to.

"Oh, oh..." Magnus's cheeks flushed with surprise, "Then how can I prove it?"

"Wait for me to make some preparations." Morse withdrew his smile and said calmly, "I need you to lead me into the vast ocean. As I said earlier, I want to see the subspace from your perspective."

"Okay, okay." Magnus said, "I can also introduce you to my new discovery! I have never dared to bring the Prospero people in with me. The vast ocean is still oppressive to their bodies. Too much power... Every time there is a new research goal, I have to find a way to turn it into a problem that everyone can participate in!"

He paused, holding back his joy and excitement, "What do you need to prepare?"

"Some private ceremony," Morse said. "I will wait for you outside Tizca City later. You will see my beacon."

Magnus nodded vigorously and looked at Perturabo: "Then let me introduce my collection to you first? For example, the mechanical bird I made a few days ago."

"This is also an area of ​​my preference." Perturabo said, "In terms of craftsmanship, I don't want the only person I can communicate with in the future to be Morse."

Morse laughed.Magnus patted his robe and prepared to stand up.

Perturabo lip-synced to Morse as Magnus busily stood up without knocking anything over: "Let's not go too far."

"Then it's time for you to talk to your fourth brother, Magnus, who is full of deep brotherly love."

Morse said with a relaxed smile, bowing his head like a classical orator to the boyish Perturabo.

"I'll leave the show and go backstage for now."

(End of this chapter)