Emperor's Bane

Chapter 9 Dawn Redemption ([-])

"Be careful with Perturabo, don't be fooled by his momentary actions and thoughts."

"Perturabo is a monster with a split mind. You can never imagine what new things are in his mind. Rudeness may be considered blunt by him, and advice may be regarded as offensive. Maybe he will completely reverse the two views, in short, his thoughts are changing all the time, and cannot be completely grasped."

"He's a genius, the kind of genius that's not human."

"Don't limit your impression to the scene just now, I have heard with my own ears how he executed one tenth of the soldiers on the first day of his return, and then turned to care about the welfare of every soldier on the second day, so Don't be surprised if he suddenly becomes indifferent to the evacuated people later, let alone try to confront."

"Remember, he is a calm monster, but his calm will never be released at the right time. It is enough to finish the work he has delivered quietly. Don't make excessive speeches and opinions. He may listen, and he may listen. May take it as offensive and contemptuous, and fall into a rage beyond his control, which is fatal."

"Finally, good luck to you."

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What Ahriman left behind was an invisible mass of words, which sneaked in where no one could find it, and spoke clearly in the depths of Morgan's heart.

Morgan narrowed her eyes. She stood there, carefully pondering every word of the message left by the Thousand Sons. First, she listened to it slowly, and then recalled it again. Then, she stepped forward and came to Perturabo. In front of the giant instrument, there were some unimportant messages and data that Perturabo hadn't finished processing on the light blue electronic screen.

Morgan glanced at Perturabo's screen, and then she started working. Her pale fingers ran back and forth between the keyboard, buttons, and data pad, making crisp sounds, and soon merged into Lord of Steel and the Tridents. In the digital symphony played.

Perturabo didn't spare any energy to pay attention to this new mortal. After Magnus left, he immediately threw himself into the sea of ​​work. Constantly updating, sending the data of the entire world and the expedition fleet to him, and the Lord of Steel is almost handling these things by himself, and his two tridents are more like apprentices doing miscellaneous work at this time , was sent by him to sort out the things he had dealt with.

Perturabo stared at his screen, reading and processing at least two digits of information every second, but despite this, the superhuman perception belonging to the Primarch was still telling him faithfully that his brother's The mortal advisor spies on his screen every 5 minutes.

But he didn't care about such small things.

It wasn't until about 25 minutes later that the Iron Lord spoke for the first time, and his tone violently broke the originally harmonious ensemble in the secret room.

"I need the data on the migrants in the east resettlement area of ​​Carena City from early morning to twelve noon today, divide by gender and age, and send the data to me."

The unquestionable voice of the Primarch echoed in the secret room, and Perturabo did not specify an executor for his orders, which was his long-standing habit: the Lord of Steel never cared about how his subordinates divided and cooperated, he only wanted answers.

And until Perturabo's voice completely dissipated in the secret room, he still didn't get an answer. Accompanied by this dead silence, the face of the Primarch became gloomy every second of time.

Morgan could clearly feel the sound of the two tridents hitting the keyboard becoming more and more urgent, as if a drowning person was desperately looking for a piece of driftwood. This panic lasted for about a minute, until she could clearly hear the Primarch When the gasping became more and more heavy, the two tridents finally stopped trembling, and then turned around.

"Father...we only have information at ten o'clock this morning..."

Morgan could hear Perturabo's laughter, which was full of suppressed laughter, and that laughter made the iron-cast trident tremble uncontrollably.

She calculated carefully, until when Perturabo's dangerous gaze began to wander over the heir, Morgan pressed the button beside her hand.

"Ding--"

The news of the arrival of new information interrupted Perturabo's deep anger, he turned his head, clicked on the document, and found that it was exactly what he wanted.

The Primarch glanced at the source of the letter, and then turned his gaze to his side. He glanced at the mortal from the Thousand Sons - she was typing on the keyboard calmly, as if she had just performed a task. Nothing could be more ordinary.

"……continue working."

The sudden forgiveness caused the two Tridents to glance at each other in bewilderment, while their father was once again immersed in the ocean of numbers.

The ensemble sounded again.

But this harmony didn't last long, because after a while, the Primarch spoke again.

"The latest data of the cross-track transport aircraft D-447! I want the earliest data half an hour ago, why didn't it complete today's transport share?"

Morgan could feel the steel giant beside her turn around again, and everything living and inanimate in the chamber was trembling because of his breath, and she could feel the rhythm of the two tridents becoming chaotic again.

This time, she deliberately waited for a while before picking out the one from the many documents that had been sorted out and sending it over.

She could feel Perturabo's eyes lingering on her for a moment.

In the next hour, this happened one after another. Perturabo's questioning was like thunder on a midsummer rainy night. His needs were messy and weird. Just let their work rhythm be ruthlessly interrupted and disrupted.

Purple light circulated in Morgan's blue pupils, expressing his disdain for this kind of urging.

Perturabo's questioning seemed illogical, or he was just admiring some internal logic that only he knew. He didn't bother to tell why he needed them, and he was simply whipping the whip of language to let himself His heirs worked hard, as if in this way they could cultivate the best deputy.

But this does not prevent Morgan from continuing her work. Her calculations and results easily surpass those of the two poor tridents. With the observation of Perturabo's work every few minutes, she can even put this Classify the things that a steel lord needs in advance.

When the intermittent questions continued, it seemed that the Primarch's question was no longer about asking his heirs, but instead he was looking forward to and curious about the answer of the mortal beside him.

Until a piece of data about the fleet's fuel supply was also extracted from the vast archives by Morgan, the Primarch clapped his hands, and he called his two heirs and Morgan to his side, looking carefully at the three people. lingering in front of.

After a long time, he spoke to Morgan.

"Tell me how you can quickly find every piece of information I need."

[Because of the preparation and classification in advance, Your Excellency. 】

"How do you know what to prepare in advance?"

[According to the actual situation, Your Excellency. 】

[I encountered an out-of-control incident in the resettlement area outside Carena today. This incident will undoubtedly disrupt the process of evacuating and transporting people, thereby affecting the efficiency of the cross-track transport aircraft, and then it is about the loading space , travel time, rotation schedule, etc., the issues you just mentioned, until the end, because the transport ship stays in low earth orbit for a longer time, so it needs more fuel supply. 】

[And all of these naturally need to be classified and archived separately, so I prepared them in advance. 】

Perturabo was silent, and nodded.

When his head was turned back in front of his son, his voice had become a roar that could tear the giant beast apart.

"Now! Did you hear that?!"

"The actual situation! Prepare in advance! And the mind that can connect events and logic!"

"As my heir, are you two no better than a mortal in these respects!"

"Look at what you are doing - the summary and sorting out of all the data yesterday, is this what we need now!"

The furious Primarch had completely forgotten who arranged this task for the two Tridents at this time, and he would never think about such things.

The two big figures who were under one person in the legion and over ten thousand people just lowered their heads like this, allowing their father to vent their anger there. They knew that the reason for his father's anger was not the slowness and lack of data.

It's the one—that's worse than mortals.

"Now, go out and get me first-hand information and data. I don't want to see that the text that should have described the traffic volume and emergencies this afternoon will still be a cloud of fog."

"Also, tell Phryx that if he can't fulfill the job of the Trident and become my eyes and ears, then leave his post and become my private soldier!"

The sudden and unreasonable anger of the Primarch eased a little with the hurried departure of the two warriors, and he returned to his workbench. This time, his fingertips uttered the heaviest syllables on the keyboard.

Morgan observed his progress as usual, and then started her own work. She waited for the Primarch's sudden exam, and she didn't wait long.

"Food supplies storage in the south warehouse of Carena City."

Soon, Perturabo's demands came.

Morgan didn't even pause at all. While typing her task, she picked up the document and sent it over.

Haze flashed in Perturabo's eyes.

Subsequently, the problems from the Primarch became more and more complicated and increased, from the most important itinerary and reserves, population inflow and airdrop arrangements, to the demolition of those real estate and buildings, and then, the center of the problem gradually left the most important urban area And the resettlement area, reaching out to those places that can be said to be insignificant.

"Population evacuation in the Chijin Mountains."

"Ding--"

"The transportation of real estate in Zarujin City."

"Ding--"

"The trend of the storm in the Orchis Mountains and its impact on the city of Carena."

【…】

Morgan squinted her eyes, and she took a closer look at Dawn Star's map: Orchis Mountains and Carena City are separated by half a world.

What did she think of.

Through the corner of her eyes, Morgan saw Perturabo's complexion, which was a kind of gray and steady, so she slowly let her hands away from the keyboard.

[Sorry, Your Excellency, I didn't notice the importance of this information and ranked it as the third priority. Now I've only completed 75%, if you need it, I can deal with it first. 】

As soon as Morgan finished speaking, the smile returned to Perturabo's face.

"No, there's no need to blame yourself."

"This is the violent season of Dawn Star. According to previous records, there is a 3.5% probability that the storm in the Orchis area will affect the weather conditions in Carena City. Naturally, this kind of data cannot be noticed from the perspective of ordinary people. "

"You've done a good job, Morgan, now, keep working."

Successfully stumping the mortal in front of him seemed to make the Primarch's mood suddenly better. He rushed to his work again, and the sound of typing on the keyboard and data pad became light and bright.

Morgan lowered his head, covered his pupils, and put on a teachable look.

【...Yes, Your Excellency. 】

(End of this chapter)