After all, their father's words were a bit too much for them to bear, no matter who they were. A god who was once so majestic that no one dared to look directly at him suddenly took off his lofty crown and walked down from the throne.

He was wearing cloth clothes, with dirt still standing on his cuffs. His face was dark, a skin color that was exposed to the sun, and his palms were calloused, not because of holding weapons, but because of long-term use of labor tools.

their father.

A farmer, not an almighty king. He admitted his mistakes, admitted his negligence, and sincerely apologized to everyone - why?

Why?

Why are you doing this, father?

Rogal Dorn stood in front of a porthole in confusion, staring at the scene outside the window. This habit was not his, he did not do it often, but at this time, he began to understand why the captain of the Revenge liked to stand

Observe the stars here.

He cannot understand his father's behavior, and the starry sky at this moment can just help him relieve such emotions. It is true that he may understand, but he just forces himself not to understand - but what does it matter?

The silent stubborn man suddenly smiled.

Yes, none of this matters anymore. He already understands what makes him stand here and bear the name Rogal Dorn.

"Rogal Dorn." Someone called him coldly not far away. "Look here."

Dorn turned his head, and not surprisingly saw Perturabo's cold face. Behind him, several people were watching this way. Vulkan was the largest, so Dorn was in the second position.

I could see the undisguised worry on his face.

What are you worried about, Vulkan? Are you afraid that I will fight with him? No, I won't.

Dorn smiled and shook his head behind Perturabo. Seeing this scene, Perturabo frowned in surprise. For a moment, he thought that there was something wrong with Dorn's mind.

However, the Lord of Steel quickly regained his composure and asked in a deep voice: "How do you feel about his words?"

"Is this what you want to ask?" Donne asked back. "I thought you would come and show off to me proudly."

"Showing off for what?" Perturabo asked again. "Is it noble to show off the person with my name in another world? But I know very little about him. I will show off to you or laugh at you, but no

Now."

He looked into Donne's eyes and repeated it slowly.

".but not now."

"So, what's the matter with you?" Dorn asked calmly, as if the previous anger had faded away. "There are still five minutes left in the break. If you don't mind, I want to stay alone for a while.

"

Perturabo gritted his teeth.

He said in a deep voice: "What I hate the most is your nonchalant look. You act as if those things can't cause any change to you. However, just twenty-five minutes ago, you were still asking him with a trembling voice.

"

The Lord of Steel's eyes widened as if somewhat angry, and his usual resentful expression was used by him again at this moment.

"Why do you act like you're not involved?" asked Perturabo. "That's your story, your destiny! If you hadn't been so lucky, that's what you'd be like!"

"Maybe, but I stand here now. Standing in front of you, I have never betrayed, and I have never allowed my children to commit cold-blooded murder and massacre prisoners of war."

Dorn smiled slowly: "You need to figure this whole thing out, Perturabo. Otherwise you will never escape from the vicious circle you have drawn. I hope you can break it. You could have."

Become a better person.”

"Here we go again! Condescending tone, who do you think you are, Rogal Dorn?" Perturabo asked with a sneer.

"I am no one, and I don't want to give you advice from above. I'm just not good at talking."

Dorn shook his head and ended the conversation here. With his rare sincerity, his old rival was stunned in place.

"I have never looked down upon you, Perturabo. Besides, the meeting will continue."

More updates tomorrow.

By the way, whose chapter do you want to read next?

1. Perturabo

2. Mortarion
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