Chapter 199 How to raise Morgan—Accommodation

[So, my Marshall, you want to tell me...]

【I am tonight...】

【Actually, there is no place to live?】

【……】

【……】

【I really didn’t expect this.】

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There is no doubt that in this world, everyone makes mistakes.

Everyone will have times when they are at a loss and at a loss.

Everyone will have the ridiculous experience of being beaten and tortured for mistakes that were not their fault.

This is the bad part of fate, the indiscriminate ridicule and ridicule of the beak-mouthed demon towards all living beings in the world. It is the never-ending reincarnation track that many creatures in the subspace most expect and welcome.

And this law will not disappear with the change of identity and power. Even if you are as powerful as a mortal demigod, even if you are as noble as a human master, there will be times when you are at a loss. The reason why accidents are accidents,

It is because they will naturally attack when they are most relaxed, stinging even the most powerful person.

The same is true for Morgan. In this regard, she is no different from a mortal.

However, even the Spider Queen, who has sealed countless destinies and souls in her brain, and played with thousands of thoughts and desires in the palm of her hand, would never have imagined that one day she would face such a realistic, funny and humble problem.

For example...

Where should she stay tonight?

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In the more than twenty Terra standard years since she gained consciousness, this is the first time Morgan has thought about this kind of problem.

Hmm...a novel experience has been added.

An almost happy smile was ignited in Morgan's heart. It was a kind of laughter that was aroused by the funny reality and was not mixed with anger or malice: Morgan was not angry now. He was facing his own situation.

When she had children, her temper seemed to be better.

The Lord of the Second Legion looked with interest at the row of fearful heirs in front of her. These outstanding warriors had easily destroyed the kingdom and the world, but at this moment, they did not dare to raise their heads to take a peek at their own Primarch.

The expression on the face.

After laughing silently in her heart for a while, Morgan waved her hand and expressed in a calm voice that she didn't care much about this question, which seemed extremely offensive to outsiders.

After all, whether through her innate mind-reading ability or relying on the Primarch's most outstanding reasoning method for all things in the world, Morgan can understand very clearly that this funny reality is actually

It's not the Dawnbreakers' problem.

In other words, the vast majority of the causes of this problem do not lie with them.

But a certain golden Anatolian bacon essence.

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In fact, as early as the moment the Great Crusade began, as early as the day the Second Legion received their Queen of Glory, the safest and most privileged place on the entire battleship was classified as the private domain of their Primarch, which was Morgan.

The first thing the sons did: it was also an extremely rare thing for them to do without any internal objections or suggestions.

Behind the large conference hall, which is the core of the legion, is a secret and solemn meeting room. It connects to the safest deep area of ​​the entire battleship through a long and winding corridor. That area is so wide and

It was huge, and the occupation of space even reached a point where it could be called a waste. Despite this, the soldiers of the Second Legion were still willing to leave this huge space as the private kingdom of the Primarch in the future.

But then, they encountered a small problem: the Astartes, who were born for war and exploration, did not know how to decorate this huge space, and they were also afraid that the random layout might anger them.

Their Primarch, coupled with the deteriorating condition of the Legion since the beginning of the Great Crusade, has left the issue unanswered.

At that time, the Terran veterans were not worried about this problem and just dispatched a dedicated mortal family to clean it regularly.

After all, the reunion with the Primarch will not be an unexpected thing: according to tradition, the Legion Astartes will hear some messages from the Lord of Mankind before any traces of their genetic Primarch are found. Then, the Legion

It will take several Terran standard months or even years to assemble. This long period of time is enough for them to take care of everything, and it is also enough for them to find out the origin and preferences of the original body, so as to arrange a place that is as satisfying as possible.

residence.

However, when it comes to Morgan, the Lord of Man always seems to be...

Find another way.

It was not until less than three Terran standards before the official reunion of the Second Legion with their Gene Mother that they realized from a casual announcement from the Emperor's personal guards that their Primarch had returned, and by that time

, excitement and panic, astonishment and ecstasy, chaotic preparations and continuous adjustments, have occupied every thought of every legion soldier, leaving no time to think about anything else.

After that, it was naturally the engrossing, ups and downs of the reunion between the Primarch and his descendant. Every nerve of the legion was shaken by the smile of his genetic mother, and every word they said was...

They would not leave their genetic mother's eyes or frown, and in this case, they would not discuss anything else.

It was not until the Knight of Bayar who had completed his audience was walking on the way to the archives that he was stopped by a mortal servant who was ordered to clean the Primarch's room.

The mortal who accepted the order and had been cleaning the room of the original body has now passed down the family line. The mortal who stopped Bayar is the grandson of the person who accepted the order.

The gentle words uttered from this mortal's mouth instantly made Bayar, a perfect knight who had been on the battlefield for hundreds of years, break into a cold sweat.

Then……

This is the current scene.

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It was a pleasure to see his children frightened there, but Morgan already felt a little numb to it: instead of letting them tremble because of these small things, it would be better for them to seize this time and do something practical.

And Morgan did the same.

Under her order, the fearful senior officers finally dispersed. Marshall, who insisted on standing guard at the door of the original body's room to atone for his sins, was also persuaded to leave by Morgan. Now she needs the old knight to successfully form the Legion Council.

She wanted to use this method to observe the powerful figures in the legion and select those whose brains and ideas could keep up with the wave of reform.

After personally selecting the two luckiest Dawnbreakers and letting them become her first gatekeepers, Morgan's patience finally ran out a little bit. She clapped her hands and spoke to each of them in a serious tone.

The frightened child arranged the task.

She needs quiet.

So, she got peace.

After the last Dawnbreaker slowly exited the room, Morgan was finally able to take a good look at this place: Not to mention, this place is indeed very spacious, even comparable to the large conference hall. If you choose to squeeze in,

, maybe thousands of mortals can live here.

The luggage moved from the Indomitable Truth couldn't even fill the tip of the iceberg, and her big cat had already disappeared into nowhere on the battleship. Morgan breathed, she chanted the spell, and in an instant, this

The unusually empty room quickly shrank to the size of the room she had on the Dark Angel's Queen of Glory battleship.

She clapped her hands, and everything became what it was like on the Indomitable Truth.

Much more comfortable.

Morgan smiled, and she threw her body on the recliner. She idled her mind for a while, treating it as a long-awaited rest. Then, she decided to sort out her thoughts and things that needed to be dealt with.

So, where to start?

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His eyes swept across the box of love from the Lord of Humanity...

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Forget it, bad luck, next one.

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Legion...

Now is not the time, she still needs a period of observation...

By the way, there was also that weird guy lurking in the Second Fleet. It was time to meet him: a soulless thing really made her feel instinctively afraid.

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besides……

Her room?

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Her room!

Morgan opened his eyes: It would be a pity not to use such a huge space.

She touched her chin, and for a few moments, she was thinking seriously about what kind of private space she needed: This was not a difficult problem, because as early as when she served as the office director of the First Legion and occasionally visited the Legion,

When she was a child, she dreamed of her own private kingdom.

Her descendants actually made an unintentional mistake: for psykers like Morgan, the size of space is just a matter of a spell, but Morgan didn't bother to correct them, she was a little tired of watching this.

The iron-clad warrior showed fear and fear in front of her...

No, that wasn't even a performance, they were really frightened and thinking a lot about her casual words.
To be continued...