Chapter 72 Magnus

"That's enough, that's enough. The Tizka took a crystal stone handed to him by Morse with great care, and reluctantly moved his eyes away from the illusion of the etheric wind that was undulating deep in the crystal stone. "This child is your……? "

"He is my apprentice."

"He is my father."

The dressmaker's eyes widened in surprise.

Morse patted Perturabo's head and said quickly: "This child's biological father died early. Please understand."

Now even a precious crystal that simulates the inner waves of the vast ocean with an image cannot offset the clothesmaker's doubts.

He took out a long-stemmed reed engraved with grid lines and measured Perturabo's size. From his frowning brows and hesitant cheek muscles, it could be seen that this simple man had many questions.

He motioned to Perturabo to open his arms and nimbly let the simple tape measure pass over the boy's back, politely avoiding touching the foreign boy's skin.

In the end, the Tizka chose a friendly opening.

"Where did you come here from?" asked the olive-skinned native. "Is there anyone living outside? I thought there was no city outside Tizca."

"Not only are there, but there are many," Morse said. "It's very far away from here and the lifestyle is different - what outfit do you want to wear?"

Perturabo looked around and said, "The east display wall is the second row from top to bottom, from the door side to the second row on the inside. Visit."

"Very organized, young sir." The Tizcan man praised you. "You will be very welcome in our library. In recent years, the great scholar Magnus has added many albums to the library, some of which are even The illustrations are just right for children your age to read.”

"I am not a child," said Perturabo grimly.

Morse walked over to the ready-to-wear sample of the local ordinary boy's style cloth robe designated by Perturabo and took a closer look, and said casually: "Well, you are not. Is Magnus famous here?"

"Of course, he saved us all." When Magnus was mentioned, the Tizka's words immediately surged with sincere admiration.

He temporarily freed his hand and pointed out the window, "The Soul-eating Bees were in the sky at that time, blocking out the sky and the sun, covering the entire darkness above our heads. All they had to do was open those terrifying jaws, It can kill fifty people at a time, and it is said that the invisible eggs can also take root in our aura through the ether. My spiritual light cannot join our mental barrier, so I hide in the house, scared to death. "

Morse silently read the man's mind and determined what the Soul Eater Bee was - a subspace entity filled with the strange smell of the Supreme Sky, and its attack power was somewhat strong.

Anyway, he has never raised one.

"What happens next?" asked Perturabo.

"He passed by this window with fire burning in his hands. The Tizka people admired: "The fire burned all the way to the sky, burning up all the beasts, like a flaming giant. I fainted when I saw him. Later Rafaela told me that after seeing Magnus that day, she suddenly learned to manipulate gravity through the ether, and could drag the Devouring Bee from the sky to the ground and tear it to pieces. "

"Then he did save a planet at a very young age." Morse glanced at Perturabo. "It sounds like the Great Scholar Magnus is very capable."

"So?" Perturabo lowered his arms and stared at Morse.

The Tizka laughed and said, "It doesn't matter, little sir, you are still very young. Get your new clothes here in three days. Goodbye, friends from a foreign land."

After leaving the shop, Perturabo asked: "Shall we go find Magnus next?"

"If you're not going to hang out for a while, or you're going to hang out for a while after finding a local guide, then yes." Morse said, "Where is your fleet advancing?"

"The Melantara star cluster is being cleaned." Perturabo closed his eyes and replied, "I asked them to give priority to ensuring the absoluteness and stability of their rule, so as not to have to return a second time after leaving. There is already one available The port where the Imperial fleet rests is in the early stages of construction."

"You see, at the same age, you are conquering the star sea, while Magnus is still in a corner on Prospero."

"Everyone's achievements are affected by the combination of environment and talent." If you only listen to the text of Perturabo's words, then he sounds mature and rational, and is not shocked by honor or disgrace. "So your deliberate praise has no effect on me. . I believe that as my brother, Magnus is accomplished in a different way than me."

"If you say so," Morse said nonchalantly, "reach out."

He took Perturabo's outstretched hand and took a step forward. The surrounding scene was shattered and reorganized in the ultimate gorgeous color. The dark green leaves, clear waterways and shining white marble merged into a very small point. Expanding at high speed, a bright and pure copper-colored living fire serves as a guide coordinate at the end of the space transformation.

Next, the two stepped in front of an extremely huge glass pyramid. The neatly trimmed green lawns and pure white walking paths laid a pure and beautiful foundation for the glass building that reflected the sun's rays. The pure gold arches several meters high The shaped passage is open to anyone who comes, and scholars and even civilians who are pursuing knowledge are welcome to enter and read.

"How many people participated in the construction of this building?" Perturabo's mind immediately flew to the design of the building itself, "It is simply brilliant."

"You can ask Magnus directly." Morse pointed to the end of the arched passage, where an exceptionally tall figure was walking out. "I believe he would be willing to introduce everything he created to you. After all, even when you are asked about your achievements, you are happy to answer them."

Perturabo selectively ignored the irony that was indispensable when Morse spoke normally. Sooner or later, he would compile a set of logically perfect theoretical books to prove that Morse's way of speaking was more harmful than beneficial.

As they walked forward, an extraordinary and huge figure walked out of the golden road towards them.

His body should have indicated strength and danger, but the soft and soothing lines softened his threat.

The soft cloak made of raptor feathers fluttered from the giant's shoulders, echoing the robe with a color similar to the sheepskin roll. The gold and blue bracelets and necklaces and the crown inlaid with bird feathers in pure gold made the picture rhythmic in visual experience.

The smooth red skin like molten copper did not detract from his demeanor at all, but instead further highlighted his difference from the mortals - like a wise man who walked down from an ancient mural or bronze statue base, respectable and majestic.

"I see you," Magnus said, the colorful light in his pupils was changing, and at this moment it was as bright as gold, "In the vast ocean, the reflection of your mind in the ether waves is completely different from any mind."

"Because you usually see people's minds." Morse smiled calmly, and patted Perturabo's shoulder with his fingertips wrapped in black cloth, "Magnus, your father asked us to take you back to Terra. This is your brother."

"Perturabo." The boy introduced himself, "A Primarch from Olympia."

"Oh..." Confusion flashed across Magnus's wise face, and the giant bent down in a friendly manner to talk to his brother, "Are you my brother?"

"I am the Lord of the Fourth Legion." Perturabo's iron expression did not change at all. "And you are ranked fifteenth."