Perpetuals and Mortals

How do you get guests to pack their things?

"This was all Dorn's own choice, Dad. To be honest, I misjudged him at first. Dorn is a kind and honest man."

Swish...

The scene was completely silent.

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

It seems that the Milky Way has finally gone mad and become something they don't recognize.

A loyal and Stalwart Stone.

"Brother Curze, I know you want to get along with us, but you don't have to. You are very capable," Horus said.

Although his father's attitude towards Curze made him feel very uncomfortable, his brother's excellence was beyond doubt.

He values rationality and Order, and is both serious and lively yet gentle; he would make an excellent leader.

"No, Horus, I'm not kidding you," Curze said seriously.

He then took out a blueprint.

"These are... construction blueprints?"

"Yes, while we were debating, the Dorn brothers were drawing."

You shouldn't have stolen it.

"That damn rock's mouth is still so annoying," said the Night Haunter.

Curze didn't seem to think anything of it.

"I'm sorry, but the construction drawings you made are truly ingenious."

"There is still room for improvement."

This construction blueprint was drawn up hastily by Dorn based on the current situation in Nostramo.

As everyone listened to their conversation, they suddenly realized they couldn't understand Curze.

This guy is talking to Stalwart Stone, and they seem to be having a good chat.

"That's already very good, but Nostramo's current level is still lacking, so I'd like to ask for your help."

"No problem, but it has to be done according to my standards."

"I have no objection. As long as it's within the scope of the Evernight Code, I agree."

"The Evernight Code?" Guilliman said. "Nostramo has its own laws?"

In Guilliman's view, this used to be Gang Planet with no laws, but now that it has been incorporated into the Imperium, it should be governed by Imperium laws.

I never expected they would have their own laws.

"Of course, we are both soldiers and Judges; Judge cannot be ignorant of the law."

As he spoke, Curze handed Guilliman a copy of the Evernight Code.

Guilliman held the Code and read it carefully, nodding occasionally.

"It progresses step by step, develops continuously, and is very well-developed; this is remarkable."

"Haha, having laws to follow is a necessary condition for establishing Order. If civilization is to develop, Order will become its skeleton; this is inevitable."

"Yes, you're absolutely right!"

A kindred spirit!

A true friend!

Are these really brothers?

At least someone was willing to discuss these things with me.

Don't get too excited, you've chosen the wrong person to be excited about.

Um?

"This... was also Uncle Han's doing?"

"Yes, I was just a ghostwriter in the process of writing this Evernight Code; my Dad was in charge of the entire prototype of the Code."

Guilliman looked at Han Mingxuan was wiping the table with the rag that Dorn had given him.

"Uncle."

"What's wrong, Roboute?"

"May I see the original copy of the Evernight Code?"

Guilliman could see that the entire system of the Evernight Code was very complete.

This is important!

"I'm afraid that won't work," Han Mingxuan said with a smile.

"Uncle, please let me explain. Your Law system may not be applicable to the current situation of the Great Crusade."

"But it's very useful for world governance after the Great Crusade ends!"

Has the ambitious Guilliman already begun to think about what will happen after the Great Crusade ends?

"That's right, Roboute. It was dictated by my Dad; there's no written record."

Oral?

Fulgrim also became interested and took the Code from Guilliman's hand.

"It's really good. The entire Code is very comprehensive. It's hard to imagine that this was dictated by my Uncle."

Ferrus Manus followed and took a look as well; the Code was indeed rare.

"How much of what was dictated at the time?" Guilliman asked.

"Hmm... maybe five or six books. Of course, a lot of inhumane parts were cut, but that's not important."

Five or six books!

Could a Mortals possibly recount so much detail verbally?

Obviously impossible!

Etc.

Perhaps their Uncle was not Mortals from the very beginning.

When they first arrived on this Planet, their father said it was goodwill that spanned ten thousand years.

"Uncle, are you Perpetual?"

Yes, only as Perpetual can all of this make sense.

He is knowledgeable in various fields and also enjoys discussing ancient knowledge.

That's just how fathers are.

He always liked to talk to Regent Malcador about ancient stories and tales that they couldn't understand.

Han Mingxuan laughed when he heard this.

Even Curze laughed.

"Haha, Roboute, my brother, you're probably the funniest guy out there."

"What's wrong?" The King of Ultramar asked, puzzled.

"Have you ever seen Perpetual catch a cold?" Curze said with a laugh.

Perpetual has a cold?

"Stop guessing. Dad's just an ordinary person. He doesn't have our abilities, nor does he possess the immense power of Emperor."

"But you clearly..."

"Isn't it amazing? As a Mortals, my Dad raised me, the Primarch, to be a Primarch human being."

"But you know what, back in the old Nostramo, before he became Miner, my Dad was a Teacher."

Teacher?

"Roboute, my brother, please believe that the Miracles that humans can create are far more incredible than Miracles themselves."

"The great achievements that humans can accomplish are far greater than the achievements themselves; this is the uniqueness of humankind, and the reason why we still live in the Milky Way today."

Slap! Slap!

Suddenly, a burst of enthusiastic applause rang out.

They looked in the direction from which the applause came.

That was their father, the Master of Mankind, the Emperor.

"Haha, well said, Curze!"

Before coming here, I was wondering what kind of person Old Han would become with you, but now it seems you are far more outstanding than I expected.

"Indeed, my Scions, I hope you will remember for all eternity what Curze said today."

The Emperor had witnessed humanity's glory and great achievements, so he believed everything Curze said without a doubt.

"Old Han, thank you for raising Curze so well."

"He is a perfect piece of rough jade, and I only did what a Craftsman should do," Han Mingxuan said with a smile.

The Emperor nodded and continued to look at Han Mingxuan.

"Old Han, as the children's Uncle, is there anything you'd like to say?"

The Emperor really wanted to say something, but he had missed out on this opportunity since childhood.

He was created as a tool.

If it weren't for the presence of the Will of Earth here, which gave him more humanity.

He might not be able to say anything more.

Perfect.

Since Old Han has educated Curze very well, let him help educate the other Scions.

For Teacher, teaching one person or teaching a group is still teaching.

As everyone looked at Han Mingxuan, their expressions gradually turned serious.

"Ahem, don't be so serious. My family doesn't do that kind of thing, Curze, don't start this up."

Alright.

Curze smiled and sat down next to Han Mingxuan.

"Sit down, young people, don't be so nervous, haha."

The group sat down in turn, with Curze next to Han Mingxuan and Horus sitting beside the Emperor.

Children, humanity is not perfect.