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Chapter 1052 Extra: Leon El'Jonson's One Day of Torture (7k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 1052 Extra: Leon El'Jonson's One Day of Torture (7k)

Written at the front: After the time is set to be completed, the character's personality will be different from the main text.

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"Generally, that's what I deal with every day."

Robert Guilliman clapped his hands and smiled. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses. The picture coming from the projection was only the upper body, but Leon El'Jonson still saw the completely open shirt he was wearing.

Floral shirt.

The lion frowned.

"You should at least button it up."

He said accusingly. "As one of the Primarchs of the Empire, even if you are on vacation now, you should maintain your appearance."

The smile on Guilliman's face became even brighter after these words.'

He said slowly: "I think, Leon, you should think about how to deal with my work first. You are not good at these things, are you?"

The lion snorted coldly: "What's so difficult about this? It's just some simple government affairs."

"But you have never had any experience dealing with them."

Leon El'Jonson said calmly. "You don't need to worry about me at all. These simple things can be mastered by me quickly without learning."

"This is it"

Robert Guilliman smiled vaguely, then raised his hand and said his final goodbyes. Behind him were the blue sky, white clouds and the vast sea. The breeze blew through his short hair. He was away from work, and he looked very...

It's happiness.

"So, goodbye, brother, and good luck to you."

With a buzzing sound, the projection disappeared.

Lion El'Jonson shook his head dissatisfied. He didn't like the lack of care Guilliman showed during the holidays.

He preferred Robert Guilliman, who was usually very serious. Robert Guilliman could handle everything in an orderly manner and knew everything about the empire.

But this person during the vacation was so unorganized that he didn't even want to dress properly. However, no matter what, they all agreed on one thing at the meeting.

Robert Guilliman should enjoy nineteen days of vacation every year. Normal people should enjoy time to rest, even the original body should not be an exception.

What's more, in recent years, there have been many thoughts in the empire that believe that the original body is also a human being and has feelings. The public no longer seems to regard them as gods descending to earth, which is a good thing, and a primary body with a holiday can obviously

deepen this impression.

As for why it is nineteen days.

Leon El'Jonson picked up his personal terminal and opened the first government service with a calm breath.

+Shortage of supplies, please help+

+Source: Star Domain No. 132-8, Planet 7, Local Logistics Department Director, Leon S. Kennedy+

The lion's hand holding the personal terminal trembled at this moment. He silently put down Robert Guilliman's work personal terminal, took out his own personal terminal from his waist, and then began to search quickly.

Where is star field 132-8? What is the name of planet No. 7?

Well, what? Why didn't he just search on Guilliman's terminal, you ask?

Well. Search engines will leave traces, and Lion is not its owner, so it only has permission to use it and does not have the authority to change or erase traces.

In other words, he did not want Robert Guilliman to discover that he was searching this star field.

Two seconds passed, and the answer was quickly given on the terminal screen.

So the Lion knew that the 132-8 star field was a new human-dominated star field discovered by the expedition fleet of the Blood Angels in the endless star sea. There were twenty-seven worlds in it, all of which had Terra, and humans

They all come out of Terra.

According to the first article of the "Imperial Expeditionary Basic Law", the Blood Angels immediately began to investigate whether humans in this star field were persecuted by aliens or oppressed by other non-human forces.

After spending three hundred and seventy Terran years in that star field, the Blood Angels successfully helped these twenty-seven worlds, and they all swore to join the Empire. Planet No. 7 was actually a nickname.

If you want to understand the true meaning of this nickname, then you need to connect it with the 132-8 star field.

"This is the seventh Terra discovered in the 132-8 star field. It seems that Terra is the home planet of most humans no matter where it is."

Leon El'Jonson's expression couldn't help but soften a little. He picked up Guilliman's work terminal and began to continue reading.

+ Dear Mr. Robert Guilliman, Primarch of the Human Empire and Lord of Ultramar. According to your request, I have not added the word "Lord" to the end of your name this time, although it is very possible to do so.

I will be punished later, but this is your request after all. +

The first sentence at the beginning shows that Leon S. Kennedy, who sent the letter, has a considerable degree of personal relationship with Guilliman. They at least know each other and have talked once.

The lion narrowed his eyes and remembered this matter for the time being.

+I'm sorry for sending the request again, but the environment in our world is really terrible.+

+The respected Blood Angels helped us save the world from being destroyed by the virus created by the Umbrella Corporation, but the environment has been indelibly affected.+

+They deeply regret this, but after all, they are just an expedition fleet and do not have the authority to carry and use world-changing technology.+

+A large number of viruses, parasites and other terrible things that can twist humans into monsters are raging around the world. We have exhausted our energy just dealing with the subsequent disasters, and we need help.+

+PS. Our scientists are trying to understand why those viruses continue to evolve. According to your request, I will send you a copy of the research results and experimental samples through the Linear Network after the results are obtained. +

+Wish you good health, Mr. Robert Guilliman.+

+Yours faithfully, Leon S. Kennedy.+

After reading it, the Lion's first reaction was a mixture of confusion and confusion. He had no idea what the so-called virus that Leon S. Kennedy was talking about was.

So he had to be patient and began to read the seven explanation documents that were automatically attached to the government affairs by the system.

After seeing a series of twisted things such as the T virus, G virus, ancestor virus, Plaka parasite, and the sun staircase, his expression had reached an extreme level of gloom.

What are you doing, Robert Guilliman?! Do you want those investigative reports and samples too?!

Leon El'Jonson suppressed his desire to roar and kicked it out of his emotions.

However, these were actually minor matters. What really made him unhappy was Guilliman's handling of the matter and its subsequent development.

Robert Guilliman received a request for help from Leon S. Kennedy two hundred Terran days ago, and he immediately dispatched a support fleet responsible for environmental modification to help the world.

However, for some unknown reason, this fleet disappeared on the way.

In an instant, a dozen different possibilities flashed through the lion's mind like meteors, and none of them could be considered good.

Attacked by an alien?

Got involved in the turbulence in the endless sea of ​​stars and got lost?

Or is there another world blocking them?

Damn, what happened two hundred Terran days ago has not been properly dealt with yet. What do you do at work on weekdays, Guilliman? Playing video games with that damn alien that you collected from other Terras.

?

With a sullen expression, Leon once again sent a fleet to help the world with a wave of his hand. Not only that, he even assigned a small security force of the Dark Angels to go with the ship this time.

There are five hundred people in total, carrying heavy firepower. Their mission is of course not only responsible for security, but also to find out why the previous fleet disappeared.

After doing all this, he planned to write a reply to Leon S. Kennedy to let him know that one of the Primarchs of the Empire and the Lord of the First Army, Leon El'Jonson of Caliban, had taken over.

Got your request, etc.

However, just as he was writing the letter, a red letter suddenly popped up and took up the entire screen.

What are you doing? I haven't finished writing yet.

Leon opened the letter quite dissatisfied, and the first sentence he read almost made him jump out of his chair and grab his sword.

+Warning, a large-scale war is taking place in the 138-2 star field!+

war?

Or on a large scale?!

The lion began to browse down with murderous eyes.

+This warning is automatically issued by the Wenzhen extension in the 138-7 star field. If you receive this message, it means that all the Wenzhen extensions in the 138-2 star field have been completely destroyed.+

+Cause of War: Rebellion.+

Leon really wanted to get a sword now, but he couldn't. For the remaining twenty-three Terra hours, he was the administrative director of this empire, and he had to sit in this chair.

But this is gone?

The anger gradually turned into a kind of confusion. Leon El'Jonson began to slide the screen up and down in confusion, but the characters displayed always only had these two lines. There was no reason, no explanation, only two cold words.

rebellion.

damn it.

The lion sighed and began to do things according to the emergency regulations he had made up a week before going to work.

First, he looked up the legion closest to the 138-7 star field, which was the rebuilt Night Lords, which was good.

Leon couldn't help but have a little appreciation in his eyes.

Although he still firmly believes that Konrad Curze is a bastard (this is inseparable from the fact that the Lord of the Night makes a fuss at every banquet and ridicules Leon).

However, from the perspective of the original body, he must admit that the new Night Lords are an excellent Astartes Legion. They have principles, bottom lines, abilities, and most importantly, they attach great importance to discipline.

It would be better if their leader wasn't that damn Yago Severtarion.

The Lion was silent for a moment, and suddenly cursed in a rare whisper: "Fuck the Court of Owls and Batman."

If you want to know why he is so conflicted about the Court of Owls and Batman, I can only tell you the following.

When the Lion re-accepted his Legion, the internal political struggles and the intricate secrets that were tangled like yarn in a cat's paw were handed over to him by Crane Samples himself.

Now you should understand.

Leon El'Jonson wanted to thank Crane Samples for his help, but he wanted to angrily scold the latter for his unnecessary actions - Don't I know how to deal with my legion myself? I need you to do it.

remind?!

He swiped the terminal, and after a few clicks, dialed a cross-world communication to Yago Savitarion. After half a minute of waiting, a line of text was displayed on the terminal.

+The local network is busy, please wait.+

The lion didn't speak, but took a deep breath. Five minutes later, the communication was finally connected.

"Oh! Lord Leon!"

At the other end of the screen, Iago Savitarion smiled with his lips raised. Thanks to his pale face and the scar on his lips, the smile looked quite mocking. Then, he walked away.

Eagle Ceremony.

"What do you want from me?"

"There is a rebellion in the 138-2 star field. I need you to take the Night Lord to deal with the matter."

"I see - I am happy to take on this responsibility, Lord Leon, but I'm afraid we won't be able to get away now."

The lion frowned. If Yago Sevitarion hadn't smiled when he said this, he might have thought that the latter was seeking justice for their father. However, thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel guilty.

A rare guilty conscience.

Um?

What does seeking justice mean, you ask?

Oh, it's nothing actually.

It's just that Leon El'Jonson mentioned a few words in a live speech to the entire empire's original territory that Konrad Curze didn't pay much attention to his manners. It was just as revenge for Curze's sarcasm at the last banquet.

.

The Lion regretted it afterwards, because he didn't know it was a live broadcast, and he thought the center would help cut it off afterwards.

Coze also regretted why he didn't ridicule him more at the banquet, and he couldn't even figure out how many political factions there were in his legion.

His original words are as follows.

"Hello, people of the Empire. I am Leon El'Jonson, one of the Primarchs and the Lord of the First Army."

"Some of you may have heard my name, and some may not. However, from today on, I hope you all know that I have officially returned to the empire."

"My Legion, the Dark Angels, and I promise that we will provide protection to everyone in sight. Also, Konrad Curze, you really should cut your hair. You have absolutely no clear idea of ​​your manners.

, you are the Primarch!"

Leon El'Jonson asked after a few seconds of silence: "Are you on another mission?"

"Yes, sir - an order issued by Lord Robert Guilliman himself. We are tracking a group of alien bandits from an alien empire in the endless star sea. The last one was responsible for supporting the 132-8 star field.

The fleet was robbed by them."

What?

The lion's face twitched suddenly, but he didn't say anything. He just nodded: "I understand. I wish you good luck in martial arts."

"I also wish you all going to work today. Hehe ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha," Agorvitari laughed lowly and hung up the communication.

damn it--!

The Lion immediately turned up the page, intending to revoke his order to the support fleet and the Dark Angels, but at the same time he still did not forget to figure out why he could not see Robert Guilliman's operational records in this regard.

After more than ten minutes, he finally finished his work and received an answer from the center.

"You mean, have these things been processed, and do I still need to manually enter the serial number of the event to check it?!" the lion asked incredulously.

The blue light above his head flashed, and a mechanical voice gave an affirmative answer: "Yes. Robert Guilliman has always done this."

"How do I know the serial number of the government affairs he handles?"

"He himself remembers it, and you, you can find it in the 'handled government affairs'."

"This is too inconvenient!"

"It was Robert Guilliman's request. He wanted these matters to be kept confidential to a certain extent, but not completely hidden from anyone except him."

"But - forget it." The lion took a deep breath. "It's none of your business here. Go and do your work. I'm going to continue working."

After he finished speaking, he picked up the terminal, intending to reply to Leon S. Kennedy first, then send someone to deal with the rebellion, and finally make a suggestion to Guilliman, asking him to simplify the system to improve efficiency.

This unnecessary secrecy does nothing but make it more difficult for them.

Wait, he won't?

Leon frowned suddenly, and then quickly relaxed - he thought, Robert would not do this.

However, the next second his expression returned to normal, deep wrinkles appeared again between his eyebrows. The reason was actually very simple.

"You have yet to express your gratitude to me, Leon Al'Jonson."

The lion suddenly raised his head: "You hate intelligence! Answering my questions is your job, what kind of gratitude do I need to express to you?!"

"Express your gratitude to me." the hub repeated. "This is the most basic courtesy, Leon Al'Jonson. I answered your question, I helped you, so I ask for gratitude - if you don't say thank you

, I will tell everyone that you are a rude person."

"I--!"

Take a deep breath, Leon. Take a deep breath. It wants to piss you off. This hateful intelligence won't succeed again. You're not the same person you were last time.

After taking a few deep breaths, the lion calmed down. He sneered and said, "Thank you for your help."

"You put too much emphasis on the word help. But it is still a milestone in the relationship between you and me towards a civilized society. I will remember this moment. Goodbye, Leon El'Jonson. I wish you the best today.

Smooth sailing.”

Smooth sailing.

Is this some kind of curse?

The scene of Iago Severtalion smiling low and wishing him all the best for the day flashed back before his eyes. Leon's movements stopped. He sat in front of the table, his expression suddenly stagnant.

No. I couldn't think about it anymore, I had to continue working. Leon put his mind back to work with difficulty. He began to reply to the letter, and then continued to send a team of ultramarines to deal with the rebellion in accordance with the emergency regulations.

However, after doing these two things, he suddenly realized - No, shouldn't I deal with the emergency regulations first and then reply to the letter?!

No, now is not the time to dwell on this. You must continue to follow the steps of the emergency regulations. Enter it into the recording system, transfer to Terra Space Station, and assign it to officials of the Ministry of Government Affairs.

Soon, the Lion became immersed in these tasks. He began to deal with the local affairs of Holy Terra and began to look at the list of some Rogue Traders who applied to enter the Terra space station for trade.

He dealt with everything from planetary security to whether the governor was corrupt and oppressed the people, to local people's livelihood and the price of food on a certain planet.

During this process, his expression changed unconsciously. Sometimes he frowned in meditation, and sometimes he looked serious.

However, most of the time, he would unconsciously show a strange sense of relaxation, as if dealing with these things had left him unable to control his facial muscles.

Time passed very quickly when he was doing something. Although he didn't notice it, the terminal quickly reminded him according to the set schedule - a yellow reminder once again occupied the screen of the terminal.

The lion sighed.

He's no longer surprised or annoyed by these pop-up prompts, in the past few hours?

Wait, how long have I been working?

He looked at the time in the upper right corner of the terminal. The time displayed there had changed to 17:43, which meant that he had been working for seventeen hours without knowing it.

What are you doing——?!

Leon took a breath: Has my time been swallowed up or stolen? Your Majesty, what is going on? I just dealt with a few things, how come seventeen hours have passed?

Wait, why am I so tired suddenly?

He stood up unsteadily, feeling as tired as if he had fought ten dangerous beasts with his bare hands. However, this was not over yet.

He clicked on the yellow prompt, and the first line of text that caught his eye made the lion's hair stand on end.

+ Face the media directly: You have one hour and seventeen minutes to prepare a speech regarding the explanation of the recent martial law in Terra's inner sea and why pets are not allowed on the Terra space station.

+Tonight at seven o'clock, you will explain these two issues in a live broadcast in front of the people of the entire empire, please be prepared.+

Does this...need to do such a thing for the administrative director? No, no, now is not the time to dwell on this.

He lowered his head and looked at his clothes. Naturally, he couldn't wear this casual clothes to a live TV broadcast. He had to change into clothes that were dignified enough.

Moreover, he has to prepare a good draft. He must show a confident and gentle manner to explain these two problems. Wait, why is martial law in the Terran Sea?

Leon El'Jonson raised his hands and covered his head little by little.

He remembered.

Because their father would go fishing there when he had nothing to do, and he didn't want to hide his identity.

A month ago, he told a local resident who caught a big fish that he was the emperor and asked the other party to sell him the fish for today's dinner.

The latter was shocked and angry when he heard this, saying that you have been fishing here for three days without even hanging up your slippers, and you still claim to be the emperor? So he directly called the hotline of the Imperial Guard in charge of patrolling, and the latter arrived.

After the scene, it was discovered that the person who was reported was really the emperor.

This incident spread like wildfire and soon set off a fishing craze throughout the empire.

The Imperial Guards didn't even have time to ban it, and the Emperor also gave the order. He said there was no need to hide these things as before. He was the Emperor, yes, but he was also a human being, and it was very useful to have his own interests and hobbies.

normal

As a result, a large number of tourists came to Terra for fishing. Although it boosted tourism performance, it also caused almost all the fish in the inland sea to be caught, and the ecological environment was greatly affected.

Then the Emperor moved to another planet to fish, and before leaving he told them with a smile that he would leave this matter to them.

How should I handle this?!

The lion swore to God that his sanity was about to collapse at this moment. This was different from the issue of war, but the sense of oppression it brought was no different. In war, he needs to be responsible for many people. And the media live broadcast

.

He needs to be responsible for all mankind!

If the people of the empire see him, Leon El'Jonson cannot describe him well, or feel that he is not suitable for the title of interim administrative director.

No, no, I can't think about it any more.

There are still more than six hours left until get off work. Although this problem is very difficult, it is not unsolvable.

After standing blankly for five minutes, Leon Eljoson suddenly jumped up from behind the desk and jumped to the door of the administrative director's office.

Find clothes first!

The moment he put his hand on the door handle, Leon stopped again. He turned back and looked at the personal terminal on the table, and then ran back to take both terminals with him.

He opened the door, faced the strange looks from the government officials who were coming and going, and started running wildly in the corridor with his beard and hair flying, running straight out of the building, and then directly used his authority as the original body to activate short-distance teleportation

.

Thirty seconds later, he arrived in his private room on Terra. He spent half an hour looking for decent clothes, but these clothes were either too serious or too military-like.

He wanted something casual yet dignified. The sweaty and busy lion didn't notice that someone had stood at the door of his room.

"Yeah, brother." Someone said softly. "You seem to be worrying about clothes?"

"Who? Oh, Fulgrim! Come and help me!"

Phoenix shrugged and did not enter his room directly. Instead, he leaned against the door frame leisurely: "Are you having a headache because of the media live broadcast at night?"

"Of course - no, how would you know?"

"Robert told us about this a week before he went on vacation. Have you forgotten?"

"I--"

"Okay, it seems you have forgotten. Stop looking, brother. There is no way you can have a dress suitable for media live broadcasts in your clothes. Come with me."

Fenghuang chuckled softly and said, "Let me find you a suitable dress. It's just right. Our figures shouldn't be too different."

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That night, Leon El'Jonson attended the media live broadcast wearing a lilac dress with gold lines on the edges.

Konrad Curze spent fifteen minutes in the Primarchs' private chat group the next day praising Fulgrim's taste and 'complimenting' Leon El'Jonson for remembering to pick out good clothes but forgetting

A unique taste in shaving.

There are quite a few extra topics I want to write about. Do you have any other suggestions?

(End of chapter)