Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"grown ups……"

Pushing open the iron-gray door inlaid with the imperial eagle, Alan Janus asked Calvin in a low voice. The scheduled meeting time had arrived, and after repeated delays, Allen decided to interrupt Calvin's current conversation.

Juan turned around after hearing the sound and looked at the giant at the door, then stood up from his seat with a smile. Having been immersed in the bureaucracy for many years, he had extremely high emotional intelligence at this moment and took the initiative to end the conversation early.

"Then, please allow me to take my leave for now."

Juan said to Calvin, bringing the previous conversation to an end, and the latter responded sincerely:

"I have received your proposal and will consider it carefully. At the next meeting, I will make it a separate agenda for public discussion. Please be prepared for possible responses."

"Your will!"

Juan bowed slightly, and under Allen's gaze, he saluted the eagle to the owner of the hall. Under Calvin's gaze, he stood up slowly, and then walked out.

Stepping aside slightly, Allen and Juan smiled and nodded to each other. After watching the latter leave, he turned to look at the owner of the hall.

"grown ups……"

"I told you, there will be no more exchanges this afternoon! Not one!"

Just finished discussing the Hassan sector colonization plan with Admiral Juan. Calvin gently rubbed his throbbing temples with both hands to soothe his brain, which was working at a high speed.

This self-satisfied general is just 150 years old now. Among the senior officials of the empire who have at least one life-extending surgery, he can be said to be in the prime of life.

Even if you take ten thousand steps back, this is not an age where you need to consider a retreat.

But he just encountered this problem. His qualifications and achievements came too quickly, which brought his military career to an end early at this embarrassing age.

He served two terms as sector fleet commander and actually controlled the position of admiral of the three sector fleets. He reached the rank of admiral and high lord before he was 200 years old. This kind of qualification is rare for any general in the late career. Achievement.

In the bottom-up system of the Imperial Navy, Juan was only three steps away from the pinnacle of naval officers, the Supreme Lord of the Navy.

But these three steps, in the eyes of an ambitious soldier in his prime, were as unsurpassable as a natural chasm.

The supreme lord of the empire, the admiral, is one of the main naval fleets in charge of the five major star regions of the empire. He is also known as the star fleet commander.

Such an honor can only be held by five people in the empire. Considering that the five generals in the empire's current star field are in their prime and have no faults, he has no expectations for this position.

Then there is no other choice left.

After excluding the position of Grand Admiral of the Supreme Lord of the Navy, all that was left for him in the naval officer ranks was the vacuous post of Naval Marshal in the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Terra.

For him to give up his rising career and become an honorary marshal waiting to die on Terra?

How can it be!

But these are the only choices within the system. The pyramid of power is like this. The higher you go up, the fewer choices there are for those below.

Like all those who failed to reach the end, his lack of excellence was not the reason for his failure.

On the contrary, wrong timing was the biggest reason why they missed that position.

But the empire has its own inertia and rules.

Two terms as the Chief Officer of the Orps Sector of the Imperial Navy expired, and he led and participated in a very large imperial battle during his tenure.

Regardless of his meritorious service or qualifications, he is impeccable, and the empire must reward him accordingly both emotionally and rationally.

Juan is about to be promoted, but the irony is that the reward is to stay away from the navy where he has struggled all his life.

Enjoying glory and material luxury for the rest of his life, and then quietly waiting for death, is his best destination.

He certainly would not agree with this ironic fate.

And this is also the reason why he is full of enthusiasm for the subsequent colonization of the Hassan sector beyond specifications.

Calvin knew this and acquiesced in his transgression.

Juan's loyalty and courage have been proven, and even if his personal desire for power is too strong, it is only a minor flaw;

He and his family deserve the appointment of a sector governor, especially since this sector has just experienced a devastating war and is in a stage where everything is in dire need.

Calvin had actually drafted this appointment document a long time ago, and the newly minted seal of the Supreme Lord Grand Inquisitor had also been used a long time ago.

In the eyes of the Empire's top brass, the strategic and political value of the Sector Governor is far less important than that of the Sector Fleet Commander;

This kind of appointment of local bureaucrats, in the eyes of any supreme lord who is out on inspection, is within the scope of being arbitrary.

Not to mention that this sector was recovered by Calvin himself, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Empire would not have any objections to this behavior.

But he still chose to reserve his attitude and did not directly inform Juan about the incident.

Because he was worried that informing him too early would cause the impact of personnel changes to shift in an uncontrollable direction.

This was his foundation, so he couldn't help but pay no attention to every plant and tree in it.

Moreover, the geographical situation of Orps is too dense, and the geographical environment of the four major star regions watching each other allows these star regions to assist each other and share weal and woe in the face of external threats, becoming a de facto large sector-level government.

Their economic circle is also laid out according to this ecological relationship.

Facing such a behemoth, Calvin had to be cautious in personnel work. Before the final plan was determined, all personnel changes and his own attitude could not be leaked at all.

"My lord, I am Ophelia's envoy."

Allen whispered, and he was extremely reluctant to add unplanned work burden to Calvin.

However, as the de facto landlord of the Storm Star Territory, the State Religion’s envoys must also receive due respect.

"Let him in."

Calvin whispered, his hands had just been put down, and he was forcefully pulling his thoughts away from what he had just done as his spiritual energy surged.

"yes."

Alan Janus gently placed the documents for this meeting on the table, turned around and walked out, his light footsteps making no unnecessary noise except the noise on his body.

"his name?"

Calvin remembered something, but at this time he was in no mood to read the documents on the table.

"Marduk, Marduk the Confessor."

Allen turned back to explain to Calvin and briefly and understandingly summarized the purpose of the envoy.

"He represents the national religion and came to spread the faith of the star region. And there seems to be some information about him that we don't know."

"Um?"

Calvin frowned, and when he concentrated, he once again regained the aura that a Primarch should have.

The ice-blue laurel crown flickers on and off on his head, representing that his innate spiritual power has begun to operate;

The silver-gray pupils evolved towards a higher brightness, indicating that his will began to gather.

Seeing these characteristics, Allen knew that Calvin had recovered, and he was obliged to tell his genetic father everything he knew.

"He said he brought news about alien civilization."

"What else?" Calvin asked.

"He also prophesied and witnessed his own death."

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