Emperor's Bane

Chapter 199 How to Raise Morgan—Accommodation
【So, my Marshall, you want to tell me...】

【Tonight I...】

[Actually 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 has times when they are overwhelmed and at a loss.

Everyone will have the ridiculous experience of being beaten and tortured because of mistakes that are not their own.

This is the worst part of fate, that is, the indiscriminate ridicule and satire of the beak-mouthed demon god to all creatures in the world, which is the most anticipated and welcomed by many creatures in the subspace, and the never-ending repertoire of reincarnation.

And this law will not disappear with the change of identity and strength. Even a demigod as powerful as a mortal, even a noble as a human lord, will sometimes be at a loss. The reason why accidents are accidents is that It is because they will rightly strike at the most lethargic moment, stinging even the most powerful character.

Morgan, too, is no different from anyone else in this regard.

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

Just like...

Where should she live tonight?

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It was the first time Morgan had thought about this kind of question in the more than 20 tera standard years since she became conscious.

Well... the novelty experience has increased.

An almost pleasant smile was ignited in Morgan's heart. It was a kind of laughter that was evoked by the funny reality and did not mix with anger and malice: Morgan is not angry now, facing his own When she was an heir, her temper seemed to be better.

The Lord of the Second Legion watched with interest the line of heirs who stood in front of her in trepidation. These outstanding warriors had easily destroyed the kingdom and the world, but at this moment, they dared not look up and take a peek at their Primarch The expression on the face.

After laughing silently in her heart for a while, Morgan waved his hand, expressing in a flat voice that he didn't care much about this question, which seemed extremely offensive to outsiders.

After all, whether it is through her innate ability to read minds, or relying on the Primarch's universal, the most excellent reasoning method for all things in the world, Morgan can know very clearly that this ridiculous reality is actually It's not the Dawnbreakers' problem.

In other words, most of the reasons for this problem do not lie with them.

It was some gleaming Anatolian bacon.

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In fact, as early as the moment when the Great Crusade began, as early as the day when the Second Legion received their Glorious Queen, the safest and most luxurious place on the entire battleship was classified as the private domain of their Primarch, it was Morgan The first thing the sons do: it is also extremely rare for them, without any internal objections and suggestions.

Behind the large meeting hall, which is the core of the legion, is a secret and solemn living room. It connects to the safest deep area of ​​the entire battleship through a long and winding corridor. The area is so wide and deep. It is huge, and the space occupied has even reached the point of being a waste. Nevertheless, the soldiers of the Second Legion are 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 reverse the anger Their Primarch, and the Legion's deteriorating condition since the beginning of the Great Crusade, left that question on the shelf.

At that time, the veterans of Terra were not worried about this problem, they just dispatched a special mortal family to clean it regularly.

After all, the reunion with the Primarch would not be a sudden event: as usual, the Legion Astartes would hear some message from the Lord of Men before any trace of their Primarch was found, and then, the Legion There will be several Terra standard months or even years to assemble, such a long time is enough for them to take care of everything, and it is also enough for them to inquire about the origin and preferences of the Primarch, so as to arrange a satisfactory as possible residence.

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

Find another way.

It wasn't until less than three Tara standards before the Second Legion's official reunion with their Genemother that they realized from the casual notification from the Emperor's Guard that their Primarch had returned, and by that time Excitement and panic, astonishment and ecstasy, chaotic preparations and continuous adjustments have already occupied every thought of every legion soldier, and there is no time to think about anything else.

After that, it was naturally engrossing and ups and downs. The reunion of the Primarch and his heirs, every nerve of the legion was shaken by the smiles and frowns of their gene mother, and every word of them Not to leave every glance and frown of their genetic mother, and in this case, they won't discuss anything else.

It wasn't until the Knight of Bayar, who had completed his interview, was walking on his 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 has been cleaning the Primarch's room has already passed on to the next generation, and the mortal who stopped Bayar is the grandson of the person who received the order back then.

And the soft words that came out of this mortal's mouth made Bayal, the perfect knight who had been rampant on the battlefield for a hundred years, instantly shed cold sweat.

then……

This is the scene today.

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

And Morgan did the same.

Under her order, the high-ranking officers who had lingering fears finally dispersed gradually. Marshall, who insisted on standing guard at the door of the Primarch's room to atone for his sins, was also persuaded by Morgan. Now she needs this old knight to successfully form the legion council. When she wakes up, she wants to use this to observe the powerful figures in the legion, and select those whose brains and thinking can keep up with the wave of reform.

After personally selecting two of the luckiest Dawnbreakers to become her first batch of guards, Morgan's patience was finally exhausted a bit. She clapped her hands and gave each The terrified children arranged tasks.

She needs quiet.

So, she got quiet.

After the last Dawnbreaker also slowly exited the room, Morgan was finally able to take a good look at the place: Not to mention, this place is indeed very spacious, even comparable to that of the Great Conference Hall, if you choose to squeeze , there may be thousands of mortals living here.

The luggage brought from the "Indomitable Truth" can't even fill the tip of the iceberg, and her big cat has long since run to nowhere on the battleship. Morgan was breathing, and she was chanting a spell. In an instant, this The unusually empty room shrank rapidly, shrinking to the size of her room on the Dark Angel's Queen of Glory battleship.

She clapped her hands, and everything became the same as it was on the [Indomitable Truth].

Much more comfortable.

Morgan smiled, and she threw her body on the recliner. First, she emptied her mind for a while, taking it as a long-lost 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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The eyes swept over 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 is also that weird guy lurking in the Second Fleet, it's time to meet him: a thing without a soul really makes her feel instinctively afraid.

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and also……

her room?

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her room!

Morgan opened his eyes: It's a pity not to use such a huge space.

She rubbed her chin, and for a few moments, she was seriously thinking about what kind of private space she needed: it was not difficult, because long before she served as the office director of the First Legion and the occasional legion When she was in the Lord, she imagined her own private kingdom.

Her descendants actually made an unintentional mistake: for psykers like Morgan, the size of the space is just a matter of a spell, but Morgan didn't bother to correct them, she was already a little tired of looking at these The iron-clad warriors acted fearfully in front of her...

No, that wasn't even a show, they were genuinely panicking, thinking a lot about her random word.

Why didn't she know before that the influence of the Primarch on the offspring was so strong?

Morgan blinked, and she threw this new discovery into her thought storage room, and then remembered about her private kingdom again.

A world that belonged only to her, where no one could enter, where she could do anything or hide anything: compared with this paradise on earth, the importance of anything was insignificant.

Just like in the heart of a hamster, nothing is more important than a hamster nest.

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In Morgan's vision, her private kingdom would consist of more than a dozen parts, most of which would belong to her alone, and no one could visit.

First of all, she needs a sufficiently elegant reception room, maybe an arcane garden is also a good choice, she can receive those unfamiliar visitors in a lush and perfect room, and stop their steps in her real beyond the kingdom.

Then, a showroom, maybe divided into two parts, separated by a secret door, to serve as a place for receiving visitors of different classes.

In addition, a real lounge is also necessary. Morgan has rest habits like ordinary people. If she has enough time, she is happy to rest for four to six hours at a time, although she does not really need such a long and Frequent breaks, but some subconscious of her told her that there was nothing wrong with being more like mortals.

Therefore, in the lounge, soft cushions and cupboards full of food, as well as a hanging chair where she can stretch out, or a low table where she can stand at any time, are essential things: everything It's to be more like mortals, not some lazy need.

In addition to the lounge, she also needs some rooms for daily life to deal with unnecessary but important things.

A wine cellar, used to brew and purify her works, the best grades that can be used for self-drinking and those grades that can be given away must be clearly distinguished.

A bathhouse with ever-rising mist and man-made hot springs radiating heat, thousands of water flows between marble and tiles are only for her alone: ​​this is a good civilization.

A storage room, maybe it can be used to store her wine, maybe it can be used to store something else, maybe it needs to keep track of the temperature and humidity in the room.

A pet room, well, it's a necessary amenity, after all she has a big cat that is occasionally home, and in the future, she has some other pets, maybe another big cat, or Other, flying mammals or something?

A dressing room can also serve as a fitting room at the same time. Although Morgan's appearance can be transformed into any appearance in the world through spiritual power, she does need some place to store those unique, self-worth decorations and accessories. Clothes: For example, the restraint suit she brought back from the First Legion, she likes it very much.

A torture chamber for some Comorian flair: well, she needs it, and no one will ever know, but she does make the perfect torture chamber.

A study, this is a natural existence, it has unimaginable value and future, Morgan has already born some plans in her mind, just for her psionic cubs, she will write at least six compulsory books Textbooks are just more electives: It's better to put your excess energy on endless learning than to think about things all day long and make trouble for her.

Ok……

This is what is needed for daily action.

In addition, in the hazy plan of the Spider Queen, there are still some parts that have not been fully thought out: maybe they belong to the production department?
A genetic laboratory, a magic workshop, a puppet secret room, a Tartarus, a private arsenal, a tarot card room, a magic tower...

Some of them may be realized in the future, and others may prove unnecessary, but it doesn't matter, at this moment, they are all in Morgan's plan, their general appearance and layout, in the spider The ups and downs of the queen's dreamy thoughts are like the kingdom of quicksand in the long river of time, deducing the youth in an instant.

This is Morgan's fantasy, his own kingdom, and this is the most suitable environment for Morgan to live in.

When the Lord of the Second Legion fell into a long-lost rest and was thinking slowly in a half-dream and half-awake state, she was constantly dissecting and rebuilding the future territory while receiving messages from her descendants.

One day, she will have everything she dreamed of, and then she can live in this perfect country and become a happy deep palace queen, doing her own thinking and thinking in a place that no one can see. plot.

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what……

People look forward to.

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In the next few days, nothing major happened.

After reuniting with their great Gene-Mother, the new Dawnbreaker Legion remained in this unnamed system for about ten Tara Standard Days before officially setting sail.

They are the latest imperial troops to leave this galaxy: the pro-army of the Lord of Humanity, and the Death Guard Legion, left quickly on the day Morgan reunited with her children, because this worthless galaxy has no worth. their reasons for staying.

Perhaps, in the heart of the Lord of the Death Guard Legion, he could endure it, and witnessing the reunion of Morgan with her heir was already an unimaginably magnanimous act of kindness.

The Space Wolves and Salamanders were the second batch to leave. Their warriors had a pleasant time with the new Dawnbreakers for a few days, and they were not stingy about expressing their friendship: although Fenris' wine and Nocturne's Forged products can hardly be called strategic materials, but they still represent a friendship that is enough to prove.

The departure of the Shadow Moon Wolf Fleet was followed by the shadow of the Salamander Legion. Horus left a large amount of supplies as an expression of his regret that he could not fight side by side with his blood relatives. After thinking for a while, the Wolf God finally Decided to make his most reckless pride: Abaddon, leading a small contingent of Gastarins, remained with the Second Legion as Legion envoys until they completed their visit to Morgan's homeworld.

And it wasn't until the Shadow Moon Wolf's fleet left for a few days that the Dark Angels' legion slowly disappeared at Mandeville Point. Caliban's King of Knights seemed to be using this slowness to tell the story of the relationship between the two legions. special relationship between them.

Jonson's gift was the greatest, and it could not be realized immediately, but the Primarch of the First Legion pledged with his sword that when the Second Legion reached its destination, the First Legion's gift would arrive.

As for the envoys of the First Legion, the Calibans did not refute their blood relatives: Luthor has received a message that he will visit the home planet of the Second Legion as an official representative of the Dark Angels, and there will be two hundred of the best The Dark Angels will accompany him.

After making this series of guarantees, Zhuang Sen took a last look at the [North Star] and led his fleet away from this galaxy without hesitation. Long before his legion set off, the veterans of the Sandalwood Order They have already been ordered to leave: they went to the northern part of the galaxy, which is still in chaos, as a vanguard army in search of Randan's mother star.

Jonson didn't meet with his blood relatives again. He seemed to be escaping from something, but the Lord of the Dark Angels sent a personal gift through a visit from Coswayne.

It was a wet book, detailing the parts that Jonson was most proud of.

His martial arts.

his tactics.

His royal way.

his governance strategy.

His dating tips.

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When the book with [Loyalty] written in large gold characters on the cover finally came into Morgan's hands, the fleet of the Dawnbreaker Legion finally set sail.

After a few days of running-in and exchanges, hundreds of warships have barely been able to complete an orderly common advance and retreat. Nearly [-] Astartes warriors followed their Primarchs, followed their newborns, and gradually disappeared. In the eternal fluctuation of the Mandeville point.

The psychic waves of Navigators and Librarians flow through the churning of the Warp, speaking of their destination from the mouth of the Primarch.

Prospero.

Kingdom of Magnus.

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At this time, in the quiet room of the Primarch, Morgan was frowning slightly, thinking about something.

In the sea of ​​her soul, there were slowly floating two unwritten letters, and the Spider Queen looked back and forth among them, thinking about the words.

In just a moment, she thought about the content of the first letter.

"Dear Kelly Fanny, it's been a long time since we left Olympia..."

She finished writing this letter in a blink of an eye, and after thinking for a while, she began to write the second letter with some hesitation. At this time, her demeanor had become a little serious.

"My most trusted brother, my Perturabo..."

(End of this chapter)