Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Perturabo had long ago thought of giving a gift to everyone who mattered.

The list included names he would probably never reveal to others, but he did have plans to give Magnus an integrated universal monocle with as many functions as possible, and to help the Emperor after the Great Crusade. Make the entire Terra landscape worthy of being at the center of the Empire again.

The shape of the final gift to Morse has still not emerged from the depths of the sea of ​​inspiration, and the gifts of Horus and Russ have not yet begun to be thought of - anyway, they will probably not be encountered in a few years.

As for Rogal Dorn's gift?

He had taken his cue from Morse. To be more precise, in this gift, the core technology was proactively provided by Morse, who was hit hard because he did not teach Roger Dorn how to speak like an ordinary person.

Opposite his desk, Roger Dorn did not hesitate, opened the square iron box, and took out from the black velvet a gun-iron-colored single-sided wireless earphone inlaid with gold-like copper-like oval gems.

The white-haired Primarch glanced at Perturabo and put the earphone into his left ear.

Personally crafted by Perturabo, one of the most outstanding master craftsmen in the entire human empire, the design of this headset perfectly fit his auricles. It was stable and light, and he had nothing to suggest. However, when I put the headphones on, nothing extra happened.

He waited for three seconds before preparing to ask. At this moment, a line of prompts was sent into his mind with almost no time lag: "You can say this: Does this gift have any wonderful uses that I have not thought of?"

When Donn was about to say "What's the use of this headset?", he stopped abruptly.

Then, the next prompt was conveyed to his consciousness: "The time you hesitated is too long for the original body. You can say this: I'm sorry, I need to think about it."

Dorn took off the headphones quickly, held them in his hands away from his head, and stared blankly at the gun-iron-colored gadget.

After it was detected that it had been removed, the light of the micro-runes flowing at high speed on the surface of the gold-copper gemstone of the headset quickly faded away, returning without any trace to an appearance that was no different from ordinary gemstones except that it looked expensive.

"This is... what is the purpose of this gift?" Dorn said with some pause, "I want to think about it."

"Morse and I agree that your most conspicuous shortcoming lies in your language expression." Perturabo showed a faint smile, "So we customized a speaker for you. "

Donn slightly tilted his head in confusion: "Its function is... to translate my words?"

"It's a reminder of how to express your words better," Morse said. "It's just a reminder tool, and it won't be enforced like the Holy Hammer. This is an additional benefit provided by Perturabo for you."

"No, don't ask about the hammer." Perturabo raised a hand to signal Dorn not to ask. "I think this gift will be useful to you. If you don't like it, you can return it to me."

Even Rogal Dorn would never act recklessly in this situation. His hand holding the earphones shook slightly, and then he put the earphones back on.

"Please don't say that, my dear brother." Donne said slowly. "The precious thing you gave me is the best gift far beyond my expectation. I really love and need it. I Will definitely put it to good use.”

Morse stroked the arm part of his long-sleeved brown fur coat, suppressing the goosebumps on his nonexistent skin. "Your Majesty, the Emperor," he whispered.

Perturabo blinked a few times quickly, took in a breath of air and exhaled: "You'd better take it off first."

"I'm sorry, my dear brother. Could you please tell me what I didn't do enough?" After Donn finished speaking, he followed the advice and reached out to take off his earphones.

Perturabo cursed Olympian and motioned for Dorn to throw the talking device back into his hand. Dorn put it back into the iron box, took a step forward, and placed the iron box back on the table in front of Perturabo.

"Any more questions?" Dawn asked.

Morse breathed a sigh of relief. "You're normal."

"I made an omission." Perturabo opened the iron box and said quickly, "You can't say these words yourself."

"Why?"

"You can't keep apologizing with this cold stone face," Morse said. "You are suitable for being taciturn, Rogal Dorn. Otherwise, you will make half the people too embarrassed to look at you. The other half are too shy to look at you.”

"What should I do?" Donne began to summarize his thoughts based on the existing conditions, "Continue to speak the way I am?"

At this time, Perturabo had pried off the oval gem from the earphones and turned it between his fingers. A golden halo slowly swirled inside the stone.

He has recently collected a large amount of corpus from Dorne, combined it with the gems packaged and made from the curse technology obtained from Morse when he was making the Holy Hammer, and trained a small person who specializes in translating the semantics of Dorne. plugin.

This gem can be mounted on the surface of any object that can sense Dorn's thoughts and be carried around. Perturabo chose the headset just for temporary demonstration. If Dorn was satisfied with the results, he would install it on the inside of Dorn's helmet.

However, now that Donn was satisfied, he couldn't get used to it at all.

The next moment, he thought of a new solution.

"Do you think it would be a better choice to hand it to your interlocutor?" Perturabo asked. "You say what you want to say normally, and I will make a special data board to recognize your voice and display the optimized expression of your content on the screen."

"Will this affect the seriousness of the conversation in some occasions?"

"Your ability to speak in serious occasions is still okay, Dorn." Morse continued to paint his walrus, "Your stubborn stubbornness and honesty are destined to be useful in important moments. No matter how good the speaker is, it can't optimize your orders and oaths. So this is just a little toy for you to play with your brothers or descendants in your leisure time."

"And improve your image in the eyes of ordinary people, Rogal Dorn." Perturabo said, thinking about how to improve this gift. "You should still remember the quarrel that broke out shortly after we first met."

Changing the mind translation to language translation is actually a simplification of the integrated system. Breaking through the protective layer of the Primarch's mind to accurately read thoughts and project text is much more difficult than translating recognizable voices directly on a data board.

Dorn nodded silently and stood still. "I remember." He said.

"When you feel the atmosphere is relaxed enough and you don't want the atmosphere to suddenly become extremely tense before you know it, take out my gift and explain its function." Perturabo said, "Remember to confess that you have accidentally annoyed others and you are deeply disturbed by this."

"Annoyed you?" Dorn asked.

"You can shut up, Rogal Dorn." Perturabo said expressionlessly. "Otherwise I will make this prop into a puppet image of you so that your interlocutor can damage it when he is too excited."

Dorn fell silent, which highlighted the laughter of Morse beside him.