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

Chapter 224 216. We need more veterans

The transformation of Garaspa and the training of the Death Guard are proceeding steadily.

Everyone has received junior administrative training from Fowler. Fowler is really interested in education. It is probably because he is recognized for the first time and is willing to let him take care of practical matters. Fowler is quite diligent. Even though he was severely beaten by students every day on the Barbarus Star Ring, he was able to endure high-intensity work.

It is the people who have been instilled with wonderful knowledge by Fowler who have somewhat reshaped their outlook.

Hades was supervising on the side, and the two of them selected good talents suitable for administration, with Wood as the representative, preparing for further training.

Mortals who are determined and willing to go to the battlefield will receive training from Hades. Hades applied for off-site assistance this time and brought all the good brothers from the foundry department over to teach the mortal auxiliary troops how to use it. Vehicle weapons, as well as improving battlefield quality, and the tactical training of command and auxiliary operations were completed by Hades himself.

Garro and the Gravekeepers are responsible for further character inspection and training of candidate Space Marines.

Well, for now, teaching should be going pretty smoothly——

"No! You have to apologize at this time."

"His language implies that I will give him some 'benefits', so I still have to apologize?"

"It's a good thing if I don't give him a shot on the spot!"

"Oh, why are you such a jerk? If you don't give him some personal discounts, he will turn to other planets for cooperation. You don't want the business anymore. This is how business is negotiated."

"How can you talk about it like this?!" "It's all like this. You can learn it or not. If you can't learn it, just replace it. You are too arrogant."

"Oh! I hit someone! Help! Lord Hades! Help!!"

Wood was so angry that he stretched out his hand and was about to punch him. Fowler saw that something was wrong and ran away immediately. Although Fowler was so chubby, Wood couldn't catch up with him when he ran.

The entire hall was temporarily divided into two parts. On one side, Fowler was giving intensive courses to these administrative staff, and on the other side, Hades was leading technical sergeants to familiarize the mortal auxiliary troops with various vehicles and weapons. Maybe It's because the Legion Foundry Department doesn't communicate much with other departments on weekdays. Hades feels that the technical sergeants talk a lot when communicating with these mortals.

"Sir! Help!"

"Stop, stop, stop."

Hades was so quarreled by these two people that his head was buzzing. Fortunately, the brothers in the casting department did not laugh and gave Hades some face.

He stood up from in front of the Cerberus tank and walked directly in front of the two of them. Under the pressure of Hades's "kind-faced" smile and his huge body, the two of them were as quiet as chickens in an instant.

Fowler wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, "Sir, if he doesn't agree with me, I'm going to beat him. My life is in danger. This is too scary."

Ignoring Fowler's misfortune, Hades turned to look at Wood.

"What's wrong?"

Wood looked upright and stood upright.

"Sir, I'm reporting that what he teaches is rubbish."

Hades blinked,

"Then what do you think you need to learn if you want to become a qualified planetary governor?"

Wood paused for a moment, then spoke unconvincedly,

"Manage people, manage the environment, build factories. Anyway, it's not these."

Hades turned to look at Fowler,

"Did you teach the first few items that Wood just mentioned?"

"Taught, sir, taught, taught. The first step I will teach is management."

Fowler nodded.

"Wood, I have to remind you that, in addition to the ones just mentioned, a qualified planetary governor needs to deal with imperial officials, mechanical mages, and officials from nearby systems."

"Galaspar is a large production system, which means you have to learn how to get along with them."

"You chose to go to the administrative position yourself, didn't you? And I think you are indeed suitable for this position."

Wood and Sinise, depending on their willingness and ability, one will become the top administrator and the other the leader of the mortal auxiliary army.

Hades felt that Wood was courageous, had good eyesight, and was loyal enough that he could be directly trained to be a planetary governor - but unfortunately he had to turn this corner.

Wood swallowed, and Hades felt that he was still a little unwilling.

"My lord, have you ever encountered this kind of situation?"

Hades' mouth twitched.

Can he say that compared with the ghosts and beasts in the Forge World, most of the mortal officials are just playing trivial things? At least these imperial officials can still see their entire faces and judge their expressions, while most of the oil guys have neither. Face, there is no bottom line, it all depends on Hades' judgment based on experience.

Hades still remembered the unpleasant memories of the verbal battles with the mechanical mages, and the whole room was filled with the fragrance of the logic engine.

Hades nodded seriously,

"Yes, this is a product of human civilization that has developed to a certain extent. Although you may not understand it, in your position, you must learn these 'habits'."

"Wood, I understand how you feel, but you have to learn to face this."

Hades said seriously,

"I want you to be a good manager, Wood. We all know you have good intentions."

Wood was silent. It turned out that even a big man like Hades would encounter this kind of scene. He thought that "Legion" was already the supreme representative.

Hades looked at the silent Wood,

"You will have to deal with things and work with methods you despise, but I know you will stick to your bottom line, which is why I chose you."

"It's not just about you having a drink with the legion commander. I have to look at your strength."

Hades joked, and then he found that Wood blushed.

Isn't it so hard to be praised? He is still too thin-skinned. This reminded Hades of those Death Guard recruits who had just joined the legion. Although this did not prevent them from twisting off the heads of aliens, for administrative personnel like Wood, they still need to practice.

In terms of treating people, only the few old-timers who manage the legion in the Death Guard have this skill. Vox has not practiced it too much. Hades is a gifted person and will not be discussed.

Oh, you can also count Karas who has been asleep. That guy is also a typical person who speaks to people in a human way and speaks to ghosts in a human way.

However, the management of the legion is not bad. With the Primarch in charge, there is no big problem. The main thing is the construction of the planets in the rear. At least some people are needed to be smart, so as not to be fooled by others.

Only when the rear is well-fought can the army provide stable logistical support and defensive barriers.

"Study hard, Wood, Fowler is still experienced in this area."

"Ah, sir, don't worry, I Fowler will teach you well."

Seeing Hades praising him, Fowler hurried to flatter him. Hades winked, and Fowler began to sing the same tune with Hades. Although Wood had the ability, he was not experienced in the world and could not stand the words of the two old foxes. After a while, he was confused by Hades and began to swear that he would study hard.

Well. When he really learns it, he will realize that what Hades and Fowler said just now is not right.

Watching Wood being taken away by Fowler, who was smiling wildly, Hades felt guilty for dragging a good boy with a good moral bottom line into the water.

In this environment, everyone will become experienced sooner or later. Mortals are easier to recruit than Space Marines. If you can recruit one, Hades will count on them to argue with the imperial officials in the future.

Hades turned around and continued to teach the mortal auxiliary army how to drive a tank. Isn't driving a tank better than abducting innocent Galaspar people? The faint sense of guilt disappeared instantly.

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