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"You mean he came to chat with you for a while?"

"You can say the same, Robert, you can say the same."

Vulkan sat across from Guilliman, arms folded, face tensed, looking sulking. Guilliman, who seldom saw his expression, was stunned for two seconds, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"That's all?" Guilliman smiled and shook his head. "Forgive me, bro, but I really want to know what the hell he said to make you so angry?"

Vulcan glanced at him and spoke expressionlessly. Five minutes later, Guilliman sat there with an ugly expression, and began to regret his words.

"...Well, he is indeed a bit incomprehensible." Guilliman said, taking a deep breath. "And, he put that book in my library?"

"yes."

After receiving an affirmative answer, the Prince Regent's expression suddenly became dark. It took him a long time to organize his library and get some of the dross out of it. But now, the Emperor quietly stuffed one of his own books into it.

Given what he had done before, Robert Guilliman had reason to believe that his library might have been contaminated - the Emperor had definitely stuffed more than one book into it.

He's got a cleanliness about his collection—or obsessive compulsion, and for an obsessive, that's pure badness.

His expression was caught by Vulcan, who soon realized that his brother was being overwhelmed by his own temper. Robert Guilliman has always had this problem, and it's completely uncorrectable.

If he could correct it, he wouldn't be Guilliman.

"Calm down, brother."

Vulkan had no choice but to comfort him, and in this way, the respective obligations of the listener and the listener were reversed in an instant.

The Fire Dragon Lord said: "Isn't he always like this? Don't be too angry, you still have government affairs to deal with."

I......

Guilliman almost missed his breath and became the first primarch in history to be choked to death. He looked at Vulkan in disbelief, and the shock on his expression even made Vulkan realize that he was wrong. Talked.

"Uh... that's not what I meant.

Vulkan raised his hand in embarrassment. "I mean, the empire cannot live without you, right?" We all need you to handle these things... no, I mean, we can't do this, only you can..."

The more he talked, the lower his voice became, and the more he explained, the lower his head became. In the end, he even focused his gaze on Guilliman's table.

The office fell into silence for a long time, and Guilliman sighed.

"I know you're not very good at words, Vulkan, but I really want to ask, didn't you really come here on purpose to make things difficult for me?"

"Why do you think so?" Vulkan asked in shock. "I never thought of that!"

"For Ultramar's sake... I'm the only one of you who needs to spend eighteen hours a day sitting here, and I'm the only one who needs to communicate with the Ministry of Military Affairs and the Ministry of Justice every day Man, I'm the only one who needs to have thirteen meetings a week..."

He weakly picked up the personal terminal, turned it over, and showed Vulcan the eight pages that were open at the same time: "Just before you came, I was still dealing with the equipment of several battle groups, and Now, I don't think so at all, my brother."

"I......"

"Excuse me, please go out for a while, and call Angron here, I have something to talk to him about."

Vulkan had no choice but to nod, stood up cautiously and left, lest he would interrupt Guilliman's work if he made a big move.

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Angron came quickly, perhaps because he had nothing to do on the Glory of Macragge.

In the past few days since he came here, he has been watching White Scars and the Ultramarines sparring in the ground-floor training ground every day, and he always likes to point and point when they are sparring, if not for every word he says Can hit the point directly, and he is still a Primarch, Guilliman estimated that he has been invited to the ring long ago.

"What's the matter?" Angron asked curtly, without even intending to greet him. The whole person looked like they were talking quickly.

Guilliman felt a toothache just looking at him.

But - work is work, and it is impossible to go back on what is said.

He clicked on the terminal a few times, then handed it to Angron: "Look carefully, it's about your legion."

The Lord of Red Sand frowned, looking slightly surprised. He glanced suspiciously at Guilliman, but reached for the terminal anyway. A complete conscription plan is listed above in detail, and even the cultivation method of gene seeds is clearly written.

"According to your request, I took out a plan. Of course, you can also do it according to your own ideas. But I have to remind you, this is not a child's play."

With a little warning, Guilliman spoke.

"It took me half a month to negotiate with the people in the Ministry of Military Affairs to pass this matter. For this reason, more than a dozen senior officials resigned from them. Until now, I can't find anyone who can be promoted... .Let's not talk about this, wait, why do you look like that?"

Guilliman frowned, looked at Angron with a complicated expression, and waved his hands with a chill: "Don't look at me like that, I didn't do this for you, if the teacher didn't ask me to find you a Suitable conscription planet, I don't want to spend so much time... Don't stand there, turn the page."

Angron did so without a word.

"Did you see it? The gene seeds come from the storage of the Mechanicus. These people are really bold, and they have hidden so many gene seeds, hum..."

Guilliman sneered, but he didn't go any further on this topic: "It's all pure, derived from the gene seeds of war dogs. You can use it with confidence, I will give you a monster-level mothership, And the matching new weapons and equipment. Of course, you can handle the follow-up matters yourself. In addition, at present, although you can call yourself a legion..."

He paused, and his expression became a little sincere: "I still hope that you will not cross the restrictions of the battle group. To reform the Codex Astartes, you must do it step by step. I can't give you this privilege—of course, as long as you understand Just don’t go overboard.”

"...what else is there to ask?" Angron asked. "Say it all at once."

"Oh, it's really rare that you talk to me in this tone."

Guilliman cracked a little joke, then got back to business right away.

"No more, it's up to you to do what you want. I know there are two more veterans of the World Eaters on Terra, you can take them with you, or not - it's up to you. I will not interfere with your legion, Angron, of course, I have a small problem."

Angron said seriously and slowly, "Answer all questions."

"What are you going to do?"

The smile on Guilliman's face faded.

"I know you come from another universe, but I don't know what you did there," said the Primarch of the Ultramarines. "I also know that I am the biggest traitor there...I have no intention of uncovering your scars, but I do want to know about it."

His expression was very complicated, and the most obvious emotion Angron could see was hope.

The Red Sand Lord thought, he wants to know what I have done, to see the possibility of Angron who has not betrayed.

He wanted some consolation—from me, the one who hadn't betrayed.

So, Angron said: "Another me committed a heinous blood crime here. But I didn't. Logically speaking, I don't need to be responsible for his mistakes. However, he made the war dogs his mistakes." A victim of this, which is something I don't want to see."

He spoke slowly and seriously, and his expression was extremely serious.

"In my universe, they are role models in the Astartes, and they are the painstaking efforts and pride of my life. They are, the world-swallowing brave, a group of heroic warriors who make me feel honored and proud. I cannot tolerate someone using similar smearing their names here... so I'm going to reverse this."

"Maybe a thousand years, maybe 10,000 years. People's impressions will change sooner or later, and they will re-acquaint themselves with the name World Swallowing Bravery."

Guilliman suddenly relaxed.

It was only a slight change in posture, but it was enough for Angron to notice. He was gifted enough to understand everyone's tiniest thoughts—a gift he didn't use much, but one thing he couldn't deny was that it helped a lot.

"I wish you success, brother," Guilliman whispered. "I wish in advance, I hope you will fulfill your wish and wash away the shame on you and your legion...Although I have some complaints about this, other people's faults cannot be blamed on you, but I know , you have made up your mind."

Robert Guilliman smiled. "And nothing changes, does it?"

Angron gave him a look, and finally smiled too—for the first time he had smiled at Robert Guilliman. Some things just disappeared in silent tacit understanding. The brothers from the two worlds finally forgave each other for the mistakes made by the 'other party' here. They smiled without malice, sincerely and heartily.

"I'll borrow your good words."

Angron said so, then stood up and nodded solemnly to Guilliman. Of course, before leaving, he still did something that could be regarded as a 'repayment'.

"There is something I should tell you," Angron said. "Sanguinius is learning how to handle government affairs. He doesn't want others to know about it, but you should probably talk to him."

He walked to the door, looked back at Guilliman who was in astonishment, and smiled a smile that didn't look like him: "...I know you don't want other people to interfere with you very much. Work, isn't it, Robert?"