Perturabo, on the other hand, was much calmer. He just repeated his point of view over and over: the power of the Primarch was far inferior to that of the Emperor, so what did they have to do with a field that even the Emperor did not dare to get too involved in?

Qualification to act without authorization.

This kind of quarrel was violent, crazy, but fast. The two original bodies may have faced each other thousands of times, but it only lasted a few minutes in the eyes of outsiders, and their wisdom and calmness also determined that this kind of quarrel would not last long.

The debate will not go on forever.

"You have a gift for cruelty, my brother."

Finally, Magnus ended the discordant debate with a resentful description.

"Maybe."

Perturabo did not deny it, but nodded.

"But cruelty also has its advantages. At the very least, you can now clearly understand my position, Magnus."

Lord Prospero did not continue this topic. He waved his hand, as if he wanted to dispel everything just now from the uneasy air, while the Lord of Steel turned around again and took out a roll of drawings.

"This is the design you gave me, Magnus, I will not make another one... If you can find and convince a clever guy, then as a brother, I wish you well

Good luck."

Magnus didn't pick it up. His eyes wandered around and finally came to Morgan.

"Ah, Ms. Morgan...I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

The Primarch showed a slightly apologetic expression before he remembered what he wanted to do.

On the Dawn Star, he had promised to give the mortal in front of him a solemn inauguration ceremony, and he was indeed prepared to do so.

With one Primarch presiding over and another Primarch witnessing, the so-called scenes and guests in the mortal world were simply not worth mentioning in front of this configuration, and Magnus believed that Morgan would agree with this.

Morgan bent his knees slightly, and the genetic principle stretched out his hand. Naturally, his attendants came from the side and presented them with badges and documents.

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"Unlike my brother Fulgrim, I am not a person who likes flowery words and red tape. Therefore, Ms. Morgan, let us make everything simple."

"From today on, you will be the senior advisor of the Fifteenth Legion. Your opinions will be valued by me, and your requests will be promised by me."

"I grant you the authority to travel as an envoy, the responsibility to lead in battles, the gift of knowledge as a scholar, and the burden of official management."

"From now on, you don't need to call any of my descendants [Sir], because you, like them, are directly the pillars of my army."

"I, Magnus, hereby delegate responsibility and authority to you, Morgan; I will always fulfill my promise, unless you betray your loyalty to the Emperor, to the Empire, to Humanity and to me, I believe in you

Won’t do that.”

"Here, with my brother, Perturabo, the Iron Lord of the Fourth Legion, as my witness, from this moment on, you are my senior advisor and my right-hand man."

"Now, get up. There is no need to be so restrained. We are now the vanguard of the empire, the arms of the emperor, and we are all travelers who will never give up on the road to knowledge."

"Here, welcome, Morgan."

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After Magnus finished speaking, Perturabo clapped his hands ceremonially to prove that he had witnessed the ceremony.

"A mortal advisor, Magnus?"

"Perhaps you should try it too, my brother."

"If I could really meet such a great person, then I would."

The two Primarchs laughed, as if their previous quarrel didn't exist.

"So, what are your plans next?"

"Of course."

Magnus nodded.

"I want to perform a ritual, take several of my descendants and Morgan with me, and I need to go to the depths of subspace to find a way to heal the scars of their souls."

"I think you can trust real doctors, bro."

"No, Perturabo, stop joking."

Magnus smiled and shook his head.

"Before you is Magnus, the greatest scholar second only to the Emperor."

"Who is more trustworthy than me in this world?"
Chapter completed!