Chapter 150 Dorne Speaker

Perturabo had thought about giving a gift to every important person a long time ago.

He would probably never tell anyone the names of the people on this list, but he had already thought about giving Magnus an integrated universal monocle with as many functions as possible, and helping the Emperor to restore the surface of Terra to the status of the center of the Empire after the Great Crusade.

The final gift for Mors had not yet emerged from the depths of the sea of ​​inspiration, and Horus and Russ had not yet begun to think about their gifts - anyway, they would probably not meet for several years.

As for Rogal Dorn's gift?

He had been inspired by Mors. To be more precise, in this gift, the core technology was offered by Mors, who was rarely hit for not teaching Rogal Dorn how to speak like an ordinary person.

Across his desk, Rogal Dorn did not hesitate to open the square iron box and took out a gunmetal-colored single-sided wireless headset inlaid with an oval gem that looked like gold and copper from the black velvet.

The white-haired Primarch glanced at Perturabo and put the headset in his left ear.

Made by Perturabo, one of the best craftsmen in the entire human empire, the design of this headset fits his ear perfectly, stable and light, and he has no suggestions. However, after putting on the headset, nothing extra happened.

He waited for three seconds, and then prepared to ask. At this moment, a line of prompts almost sent the prompts to his mind without any time difference: "You can say this: May I ask if this gift has any wonderful uses that I haven't thought of?"

Dorn was about to say "What is the use of this headset" but was abruptly stuck back.

Then, the next prompt was conveyed to his consciousness: "You hesitated too long for the Primarch, you can say this: Sorry, I need to think about it."

Dorn took off the headset like lightning, held it in his hand away from his head, and stared blankly at this gunmetal-colored gadget.

After detecting that it was removed, the micro-rune light flowing at high speed on the surface of the gold-copper gem of the headset quickly faded, returning to the appearance of ordinary gems without a trace, except that it looked expensive.

"This is... what is the purpose of this gift?" Dorn said with some pause, "I want to think about it."

"Morse and I agree that your most obvious shortcoming lies in your language expression." Perturabo smiled slightly, "So we customized a speaker for you."

Dorn turned his head slightly in confusion: "Its function is... to translate my words?"

"It is to prompt you how to express your words better." Morse said, "It is just a prompting tool, not enforced like the Holy Hammer. This is an additional preferential function provided by Perturabo for you."

"No, don't ask about the Holy Hammer." Perturabo raised a hand to signal Dorn not to ask. "I think this gift will be useful to you. If you don't like it, you can return it to me."

Even if it is Rog Dorn, he will never be ungrateful in this situation. His hand holding the headset shook slightly, and then put the headset back on.

"Please don't say that, my dear brother," Dorn said slowly. "The precious thing you gave me is the best gift far beyond my expectations. I really love it and need it. I will make good use of it."

Morse stroked the arm of the long-sleeved brown fur coat, suppressing the goose bumps on the skin that didn't exist. "The Emperor," he whispered.

Perturabo blinked rapidly several times, inhaled a breath of air and exhaled: "You should take it off first."

"I'm sorry, my dear brother, is there anything I didn't do well enough?" Dorn said, followed the advice and reached out to take off the headphones.

Perturabo cursed an Olympian swear word and motioned Dorn to throw the speaker back to him. Dorn put it back into the iron box, stepped forward, and put the iron box back on the stage in front of Perturabo.

"Any more questions?" Dorn asked.

Morse breathed a sigh of relief. "You are normal."

"I have an omission." Perturabo opened the iron box and said quickly, "You can't say these words yourself."

"Why?"

"You can't say sorry with this cold stone face," Morse said, "You are suitable for being taciturn, Rogal Dorn. Otherwise, you will make half of the people embarrassed and unable to look at you directly, and the other half shy and unable to look at you directly."

"What should I do?" Dorn began to summarize his thoughts from the existing conditions, "Continue my way of speaking?"

At this time, Perturabo had pried off the oval gem on the headset and twisted it between his fingers. The golden halo slowly rotated inside the stone.

He recently collected a large amount of language materials from Dorn, combined with the gems packaged with the spell technology that Morse had mastered when making the Holy Hammer, and trained a small plug-in that specifically translates Dorn's semantics.

This gem can be installed on the surface of any object that can sense Dorn's thoughts and be carried with him. Perturabo chose the headset just for temporary demonstration. If Dorn is satisfied with the effect, he will install it on the inside of Dorn's helmet.

But now that Dorn was satisfied, he couldn't get used to it at all.

The next moment, he thought of a new solution.

"Do you think it would be a better choice to hand it to your interlocutor?" Perturabo asked. "You say what you want to say normally, and I will make a special data board to recognize your voice and display the optimized expression of your content on the screen."

"Will this affect the seriousness of the conversation in some occasions?"

"Your ability to speak in serious occasions is still okay, Dorn." Morse continued to draw his walrus, "Your stubborn stubbornness and honesty are destined to be your role in important moments. No matter how good the speaker is, it can't optimize your orders and oaths. So this is just a little toy for you to play with your brothers or descendants in your leisure time."

"And improve your image in the eyes of ordinary people, Rogal Dorn." Perturabo said, thinking about how to improve this gift. "You should still remember the quarrel that broke out shortly after we first met."

Changing the mind translation to language translation is actually a simplification of the integrated system. It is much more difficult to break through the protective layer of the Primarch's mind to accurately read thoughts and project text than to translate recognizable voices directly on a data board.

Dorn nodded silently and stood still. "I remember." He said.

"When you feel the atmosphere is relaxed enough and you don't want the atmosphere to suddenly become extremely tense before you know it, take out my gift and explain its function." Perturabo said, "Remember to confess that you have accidentally annoyed others and you are deeply disturbed by this."

"Annoyed you?" Dorn asked.

"You can shut up, Rogal Dorn." Perturabo said expressionlessly. "Otherwise I will make this prop into a puppet image of you so that your interlocutor can damage it when he is too excited."

Dorn fell silent, which highlighted the laughter of Morse beside him.