Chapter 120 Hello

"Hello, Perturabo from Olympia, so you are indeed one person with three titles, not three people.

This is the first sentence his brother said when he saw him.

The Iron Lord will not be angry about this, Perturabo told himself. There is ambiguity in his self-proclaimed name, which is his fault, not that of this strange brother.

However, however...

Yes, how did Rogal Dorn apologize for his misunderstanding and then continue to ask as serious as a rock whether there is a practical way to distinguish such situations in the Empire?

"There is no way, my brother." Perturabo replied, "A person can have multiple titles, and some of the titles used for introduction represent the identities he has and hopes to let you know. "

"This will reduce the efficiency of communication, Perturabo." Dorn said, "Using titles to inform identity can only work in an existing contextual cultural system. For people outside the system, it will cause ineffective confusion and misunderstanding. "

Perturabo stood up from a table on the Phalanx: "We will talk about this later."

"Will we talk about it later? "The short-haired white giant also stood up, his movements were efficient, "You are trying to fool me, my brother."

"Put this on my schedule, Nador." Perturabo loudly informed his accompanying offspring, "This is not a priority at the moment."

"You are right, this is a secondary agenda." Dorn said, proving that he was just trying to suppress before Perturabo felt even a little bit of relief: "But I think it is necessary to finalize the rules before causing an accident that has adverse reactions. We are aware of a problem, and we cannot let it exist forever."

The white-haired giant continued to find his supporting materials: "In my exchanges with other civilizations of different cultural environments around me, I have encountered conflicts and even bloodshed caused by different language customs.

"You are right." Perturabo closed his eyes. Rather than being offended, he felt more of a discomfort like a lump in his throat. "We can discuss this on a less important day."

At the same time, he decided to add more titles when introducing himself to anyone in the future, to prove that Rogal Dorn was definitely the only one who would be so particular about this detail.

Dorn agreed with Perturabo's suggestion. In fact, his liking for this brother whom he met for the first time was also increasing.

This was exactly the efficient communication he advocated. In the ice and snow, the Invit people had no time to grab each other's collars and rub them before the blizzard came.

Dorn took a standard step forward and got closer to Perturabo.

Perturabo stared at him and stretched out his right hand: "Just in case, in Terra, the core of the human empire, this is the etiquette of meeting, shaking hands to show friendship."

Dorn nodded and shook his brother's hand briefly: "Same as Invit, thank you."

Since he grew so tall for 20 years, this was the first time he could communicate with others without bowing his head too much. Dorn began to look forward to collaborating with Perturabo more in the future.

This must be enough. Perturabo thought. They have reached an agreement.

Although Rogal Dorn did not invite him to visit the local area as a tour guide like Magnus, nor did he introduce himself to him enthusiastically and have a good chat with him like Horus, at least he did not insist on providing local yogurt that tasted like wall paint like Leman Russ.

"Let's talk business." Perturabo said, "Rogal Dorn, do you know that you are the son of the Emperor of Mankind and know your natural mission?"

"I have a calling. I will obey the Emperor's orders." Dorn said.

"Then you will return to Terra and meet your legion. Perturabo nodded, "I will let the astropath send a message to Terra."

"I don't want to return to Terra now." Dorn's words made Perturabo think he had heard it wrong.

"But you just..."

"I haven't finished, brother. "Dorn inserted his words into the gaps between Perturabo's words at a moderate pace,"The space fortress you are in now is called the Phalanx. I need to repair it locally to a navigable state. A freely movable space fortress can bring greater value to the human empire."

What he said makes sense. Perturabo said to himself. Dorn made a reasonable request.

He looked around and observed the complex structure of this huge ship from the inside.

This crystallization of technology simply made Perturabo happy. Even though he didn't want to admit it, the Iron Blood was just a small paper boat that a young child would throw into a stream in front of this fortress. It was far inferior in size and complexity.

Fortunately, his knowledge-filled brain could still roughly understand the functions of the various devices he saw in front of him. As long as he was given enough time and several worlds provided energy, materials and skilled workers at the same time, he believed that he could use... perhaps two to three digit years to create such a steel fortress out of thin air.

"So, how many years will it take you to repair this fortress? "Perturabo asked.

If he ran all the way to Ultramar and returned with the Phalanx already repaired, he could still take Dorn back to Terra and announce to the Emperor that he had found another brother.

Dorn shook his head, his eyes as clear as the icy crust on the surface of Invert: "I don't know."

Perturabo took a slow breath of air: "Can't you estimate?"

"Our engineers have spent ten years and one month collecting data on this battle fortress," Dorn said honestly. "It's been five years of research and restoration so far, and we haven't gotten to the core of the technology yet. Now. It’s impossible to get an accurate number by making an estimate.”

"Then how should I report to the emperor? You don't know how to report it truthfully?"

Donn thought for a while and nodded: "Okay."

"Okay, okay," Perturabo swallowed these words back. Was he going to report to the Emperor that he had found one of his sons, but he said it would take him who knows how long to build a space fortress and then go home after repairing it?

"Do you still have any questions, my brother?" When Dorn saw that Perturabo didn't answer, he knew that he must have some questions that he didn't want to tell him. This happened often, and it sometimes made Donn worry about why people always just stared at him without saying anything.

Now he already knew that this meant that others had something to say, but it would be too difficult for him to guess what they were going to say out of thin air.

Think Morse. Perturabo thought to himself that Morse was far more unkind than Rogal Dorn.

"I don't think that's appropriate, brother." Perturabo's teeth rubbed against each other.

"Isn't it appropriate to report truthfully?" Dawn asked confused.

"You cannot leave our father and your warriors idly waiting for your unspecified return, Rogal Dorn."

"Oh," Dorn thought for a while, "You are right, I didn't think of it. Then please apply to Terra for me for some more outstanding engineers to help me repair the Phalanx and estimate the completion time."

"I am also an engineer. My flagship named Iron Blood was built by myself - it is coming from Terra."

"Really? Then you're very good."

"I mean, you're asking for extra people from Terra when you already have one of the top engineers in the galaxy standing on your deck."

"That's what I was doing," Donne said, pleased that his brother had another thing in common with him. He finished the last part of the sentence before Perturabo snapped the case and left: "Because I didn't know you were an engineer just now. I have changed my mind now. Are you willing to help me repair the Phalanx?"

Perturabo moved his fingers a few times, imagining the feel of the tool hammer in his hand. That's right, he thought.

"What do I get in return? A dear brother?" asked Perturabo, adding a touch of humor to the sentence. Repairing a magnificent ship side by side in exchange for the affection of a brother is absolutely worth it, not to mention that he is already eager to dismantle this ancient technological product - maybe he can build one in the orbit of Olympia.

"Do you need anything in return?" Dorn's tone dropped, like a stone rolling from the upper level to the lower level of a shelf, falling steadily and not moving again. He obviously didn't understand what Perturabo meant. "Since Wit can't afford to pay you, you can leave and continue what you are doing. Please report my situation to Terra. Thank you."

"I don't need anything in return, Rogal Dorn." Perturabo's fingers began to tighten, and the imaginary tool hammer gradually turned into a war hammer.

"Oh, was it actually a joke?" Dawn suddenly realized, "Then you are willing to cooperate with me for free?"

"It's not free, I need you to return to the empire."

"It was gratuitous, and I would have returned to the Empire. You are a selfless man, Perturabo," Dorn said. "You are different from the local engineers, because I still need to pay wages to the Inwit people."

"Wait here for a while." Perturabo stiffly clenched and relaxed his fingers, "I'll go back to the ship. Nador, follow."

"Oh," said Dawn, "how long will it take?"

"It won't take long, come right over!"

"Okay, I will wait for you. If it takes more than fifteen minutes, I will go to the Phalanx energy supply area to study..."

Perturabo had already strode away, and Dorn looked at the sudden departure of his brother who was clearly chatting with him in confusion, and began to sit down and count the time silently.