The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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In addition to the naval representatives, another important "stranger" at the meeting was Marshal Rory Figueiredo, who was wearing the black armor of the Legal Department and a heavy fur coat. As rigid as the Grand Judgment Book, he is in charge of several "sub-bureaus" of the Legal Department in the Sagan system and surrounding systems, and also holds a legal department fleet consisting of three Punisher-class strike cruisers and several small ships.

Then there's Mrs. Tanatos Loynde of the Star Whispering Room, in charge of the Star Whispering Choir of Sagan's main star, an indifferent and emaciated woman in a tan blue robe with white hair tied in a rope and hanging down On his back, his eyes were covered with black strips of cloth.

And the chubby Patriarch of Sagan, St. Dalton, whose body wrapped in white robes was being surrounded by a group of priests, all with a heavy confession stone tied around their necks, looked pale and exhausted.

What remains are three representations of the forge worlds, who wear red robes, the mechanical supports of their limbs hiss as they move, and the various cluster crystal prosthetic eyes and optical devices emit faintly like burning coals under their hoods. Light, these strange mechanical priests are also indispensable, but they almost never speak, or speak in a state that ordinary people can understand.

Other than that, the others are officials from the Ministry of the Interior, the Ministry of Military Affairs, who are trying so hard to look like family.

At a glance, there are hundreds of names and faces in all, and with Soshyan's memory and attention to detail, he can definitely remember them, and he knows the information will be useful at some point.

With everyone watching, he stopped in front of the holographic table and put his hands on it.

"My gentlemen and ladies, commanders and venerable priests, I am delighted to see you serve the Emperor with such enthusiasm and energy."

Saying that, Soshyan paused, letting the applause and table clapping echo through the crowd.

"I also pay tribute to the fearless Astral Army and Navy, those brave warriors who have guarded the Emperor's realm over the years and gave their lives for it."

There was another round of applause, louder this time, and Soshyan received a nod of thanks from the Astral and Naval commanders, and returned them in the same way.

As the applause died down, the head of the delegation from the Ministry of Internal Affairs raised the official cane, and Soshyan interrupted his prepared speech and made a polite gesture to the chief executive for him to continue.

The tall, thin man in a robe cleared his throat and bowed deeply.

"Before you continue your speech, High Lord Commander, on behalf of all the people of the Sagan system, we will always be grateful to you for this expedition led by you. We have been tortured by heresy pirates over the years. For our salvation, We thank the Emperor, and we thank you."

Nasty enough, Soshyan wanted to frown at the words, but he didn't show it.

"Chief Administrative Officer Junot Rigaud, eh?"

The Administrator nodded, clearly delighted to have the approval of such a distinguished Chapter Master.

"Me and the rest of the fighters thank you for your gratitude."

Soshyan smiled kindly,

"I am very happy to see that this galaxy is still in an orderly manner, and I hope that you can give me more help in the financing of war materials and the establishment of logistics storage."

Upon hearing this, the Home Office official hesitated for a moment, then said:

"About this... lord, there is something I must report."

"Please say."

"The Sagan galaxy is an important distribution center for the Eleventh Tax of the Maelstrom node. Every day, more ships arrive from the extreme star field, bringing the Eleventh tax and trade materials waiting for inspection - they need to be dealt with in the galaxy faster. , and all moved to the edge of the planet, some 11th tax fleets have been anchored for weeks and have nothing to do, just waiting for release, which creates a lot of pressure on us, if we can't pay the 11th tax regularly.... ."

Soshyan frowned and looked at Major General Santos Vaughn, who was in charge of galaxy security. He was also the commander of the Sagan patrol fleet, commanding a small fleet of 3 light cruisers and frigates. He was only forty years old. Handsome and attractive, despite the scars on the left side of his face.

He was also the nephew of Earl Stern Vaughan.

"Major General Santos Vaughan, can you explain?"

The other party coughed twice, and then said:

"Supreme Lord Commander, we are in full compliance with the highest martial law order you have requested, and we will strictly inspect all ships. You may not know about the situation of the Eleventh Tax Fleet. In order to save costs, the Ministry of the Interior often entrusts merchant ships. Many of those merchant ships have been involved in the smuggling trade and may even be involved with heretics, so we cannot allow them to pass quickly.”

Soshyan turned back to look at Junotte Rigo, who coughed awkwardly, and then defended:

"My lord, I promise that the fleet that implements the 11th tax must be loyal, maybe they have done some other business in the past, but I feel that there is a double standard in the words of Major General Santos Vaughan to some extent, when an honest and loyal businessman When suspected of their past dealings, with all due respect, hundreds of noble families in the Sagan system have served the traitors."

If we go on, this topic is very dangerous, and it is very likely that the meeting will turn into a mutual attack of different factions. Soshyan immediately made a statement to stop it:

"We're only discussing the Eleventh Tax Fleet now, and don't repeat the same thing."

Junot Rigge hurriedly bowed.

"It didn't mean that."

"But the CEO also makes sense."

The regional minister of the military affairs department suddenly said that although he was wearing the uniform of the Astral Army ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, he was not a soldier, but a civilian.

"The eleventh tax is the most sacred and most important thing in the empire, and nothing has a higher priority than it. We must remove any obstacles.... One of the major sins of the traitor Huron at the time was to interfere with the tenth of the empire. A tax is levied.”

"Minister Rollins."

Soshyang said the other party's name slowly, then turned to look at him, and said in a calm tone:

"Are you trying to threaten me with Huron's example?"

"Don't dare!"

The man quickly lowered his head.

Soshyan didn't bother to talk too much, and looked at Santos Vaughan.

"Then the eleven-tax fleet will be released directly. In the future, all eleven-tax fleets can pass without inspection."

"My lord, there is one thing I have to explain. Over the years, the Ministry of Internal Affairs has issued a number of 11 tax passes. They don't think they can figure it out. Now most of the ships outside the galaxy say they are the 11 tax fleet. However, as far as I am concerned, Knowing that there will never be so many, if so, it is basically equivalent to lifting the jurisdictional ban and combat readiness regulations you issued not long ago."