Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 147 139 Macado, thank you

Chapter 147 139. Macado, thank you

Hades was looking helplessly at these so-called "highly educated people" in front of him.

"Sir, I am their current person in charge."

A chubby, greasy man said to Hades in a flattering tone.

Behind him was a large group of people whose clothes were somewhat tattered but still gorgeous.

Hades felt like a symbol of anger had exploded on his head.

He deliberately put down the supervision and construction of the Star Ring, as well as the population relocation and registration of Barbarus, just to come here to welcome the people sent to him by Malcador.

Not long ago, the weapons and fleets funded by the Emperor to Mortarion had just entered the port. Seeing the aura of luxury and opulence emerging from those transport ships, Hades couldn't help but look forward to a handful of Malcador. .

But it turns out that it’s you, Malcador.

Looking at the crowd of people who resembled fleeing refugees in a spaceship, Hades fell into deep doubt about life.

If I had known earlier, I would have asked the emperor for it.

But in fact, Hades knew that Malcador was responsible for most of the administration of the empire. If Hades really went to ask the emperor, there was a high probability that Malcador would eventually execute the order.

Hades thought through gritted teeth.

But Malcador also had difficulties with this matter. Terra's key departments also had a huge demand for talents. He himself didn't mind that there were too many people, so how could he send talents to a more remote planet.

Even the original body's home planet is not possible.

So Malcador decisively issued an edict to the Storm Star Territory where Barbarus was located to collect the guilty nobles from various planets.

In this way, Hades received a bunch of "educated people" who failed in local politics, were convicted of dereliction of duty, or were about to be executed for corruption and bribery.

Just say they are illiterate and have no higher education.

Hades cursed Malcador in his mind.

This is considered to be a game of interpretation.

The middle-aged man in front of Hades saw that the leader of the legion ignored him, but he was not in a hurry. He kept his skilled smile and stood beside Hades waiting without being humble or condescending.

His name was Fowler. He was originally an executive in the hive city. He was protected by the big family and was able to reach this position. However, later on, the big family he was attached to needed a death penalty scapegoat, so Fowler was directly pushed out.

Fowler was not annoyed. He had known his fate since the day he was sheltered. Therefore, Fowler never left much savings for himself. He spent the money he had and did not start a family. He thought he was going to jail. No regrets before.

But he didn't expect that a word from the top brass would cause him to be roughly dragged out of prison by the guards and stuffed into the fleet heading for Barbarus.

It's good to live a little longer.

It's just that the gentleman in front of him looks very annoyed. Fowler can tell that this gentleman does not welcome these down-and-out nobles.

There is a high probability that this gentleman was secretly tricked by someone above him, and he had no way to explain it, so he had to suffer the consequences of being dumb.

Fowler tried not to look unpleasant, and sighed inwardly. As the person in charge who was temporarily found out by those people, he would most likely be unlucky.

Fowler once had a glimpse of the adults of these legions. They were very angry and did not take them mortals into consideration at all.

However, the adult opposite him asked in a voice with unclear emotions after being frozen for a moment,

"Your name?"

"Fowler, my lord, my name is Fowler."

Hades paused, suppressing his desire to kill Malcador.

"Okay, Fowler, tell me the origins of this group of people."

Fowler was flattered. It was very rare for an adult to be so reasonable and not show any emotions. The few strands of hair left on his head fluttered, and then he quickly said what he knew in a nutshell,

"Sir, most of our group are nobles from the Storm Star Territory. They are all from the High Gothic language. They were convicted for various reasons, but now they have been transferred to you."

Very good, they are all guilty, Hades has now guessed Malcador's plan.

He decided to take back his sympathy for Malcador who was attacked by Mortarion on Mars.

Education is very important, but find a bunch of people with bad conduct

Hades felt like he was getting angry again.

"guilty?"

Hades asked slowly,

The low words of the Death Guard swayed like ripples, and the crowd that had made some small movements just now was as silent as a tomb.

"Yes, sir."

The murderous aura burst out by Hades just now made Fowler feel his knees weak, and he knelt down directly.

Fowler's kneeling woke up everyone, and the crowd who had just been so frightened that they almost suffocated immediately knelt down.

But the behavior of these nobles made Hades feel a little helpless.

It's not their fault either,

ha.

Malcador, you bastard! ! !

Although they were guilty, Hades couldn't kill them all. He still had to let them work, but he had to screen out the scum first and find supervision for the behavior of these people behind.

"Don't kneel."

The crisp little girl's voice broke the silence.

Hades sighed and turned his head. Sure enough, it was little Herrera again.

Because the food of the Death Guard was good and Jin Zai consciously separated the two siblings, little Herrera's anti-psionic field was rapidly improved during this period.

She even learned the "stealth" skill of the untouchable without any teacher.

Finding that little Herrera suddenly became difficult to find, Jin quickly reported the anomaly to Hades.

Hades looked at little Herrera. He seemed to remember that sneaking was a skill that could only be mastered by the powerful Sisters of Silence.

Realizing that little Herrera's anti-psionic field had reached a certain level, Hades decided to take care of the baby by himself.

Of course, it’s still free-range.

Just tie a positioning marker to the little girl, and then tell the little Herrera where she can move. If she exceeds the prescribed activity area, an automatic alarm will occur.

And if something happens to little Herrera, she can go to Hades.

Harder, who was relatively quiet, volunteered to study in the database. Little Herrera, who didn't want to read, was bored, so she would bother him from time to time.

Hades scratched his chin, and he suddenly realized that no one had ever taught little Herrera that children should not talk when adults were doing things.

The native Barbarus obviously did not understand the behavior of these nobles. She just relied on her experience on Barbarus and knew not to kneel.

By the way, other Barbarus children wouldn't be at this level.

Hades took a breath, and he suddenly realized that this seemed to be the case.

For the Death Guards of Barbarus origin, the training on military discipline was originally taught by Mortarion. On weekdays, there are no such rules in those small villages.

Everyone lives a messy life, and the people from the stronghold may be more like themselves.

But it's just a "like" thing.

"Little Herrera,"

Hades opened the private communication channel and said seriously,

"If people are doing business, you can't interrupt."

"You can't speak without permission."

"Oh, sorry."

Little Herrera wilted for a moment, then realized that she had done something wrong. She activated stealth, then covered her mouth with one hand, and obediently walked to stand next to Hades.

Fowler on the side continued to kneel, trembling and not knowing what was happening.

In his sight, a girl suddenly appeared and then disappeared without any reason!

So weird! Is that a ghost?

Fowler was shaking all over, and his belly was trembling. Although he was not afraid of death, he was afraid of ghosts!

Fear made Fowler subconsciously ignore the weakened aura around Hades.

"Get up."

Hades sighed silently,

"Now, get in line and everyone go over there and register."

"Write clearly your name, age, original planet, and crime, or how you got here."

"write clearly."

"Whoever lies about his past"

Hades stopped talking. He watched with satisfaction as the group of people rushed over and lined up tremblingly.