Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"What do you think we should do with Guilliman's position?"

【No disposal. 】

"What's the meaning?"

[Literal meaning: Zhao'an enters the dynasty, the old territory is secured, the title is recognized, and the territory is autonomous, pulling him from a semi-independent business organization into the orthodox administrative organization of the human empire. 】

"...be clear."

[Chief Administrator of the Special Administrative Region of Grand Ultramar, Chairman of the Provisional Military Council of the Expeditionary Military Region of Grand Ultramar, Protector of the citizens of the entire Grand Ultramar Sector, Archon of Macragge, and the surrounding systems Temporary Regent: Granted by the Emperor of Mankind personally, he has the privilege of serving as the Governor of the Council of Terra for all Imperial worlds in the Great Ultramar sector, and for all expedition fleets. 】

"..."

"It's a long title."

【indeed so. 】

"There's very little content."

【As it should be. 】

"Fancy."

【Just for this reason. 】

"..."

"Do you think Guilliman won't be angry?"

[No, he will just breathe a sigh of relief. 】

"..."

"You still don't understand politics, Morgan."

[I don’t understand politics: But you don’t understand Guilliman either, do you? 】

Morgan chuckled.

[And I understand him. 】

[I am convinced that this is what Guilliman wants in his heart. 】

"..."

Makado raised his head and tried hard to suppress the confusion in his pupils.

He glanced at Morgan, and the action of cutting the steak in his hand also stopped: in the Palace of Terra, there is undoubtedly the most outstanding team of waiters in the entire galaxy, but the Palmist and the Primarch are silent to each other. Within three minutes, these servants who are on call from nowhere can appear quietly, quickly clear the table between the two, arrange all the meals neatly on the plates, and then quietly exit the room. .

It was as if they had never appeared.

The dazzling array of delicacies on the table now looks like the legendary gifts from the little fairies in the forest, appearing on the table unknowingly: but these are enough to exceed the sky-high price in the nest of Terra. In the eyes of the two diners at this time, the delicacies were no different from ordinary sand.

After all, neither Macado nor Morgan are greedy people: the Spider Queen just likes souls and snacks. She is still very harsh on herself in terms of daily diet. After all, she cannot rely on psychic energy to maintain her health every time. Body shape and weight.

Relatively speaking, rather than enjoying his own appetite, the Primarch of the Dawnbreaker prefers to work tirelessly to improve the quality of food in the Legion, striving to make even the most humble servant in the Dawnbreaker Legion eat. More nutritious and healthy than the nobles on Terra.

This is no joke: under Morgan's instruction, the Second Legion will regularly conduct physical and mental health checks on its auxiliary soldiers and mortal assistants. Each Legion ship is also equipped with standard Quota nutrition experts, even in the core star system of the Far Eastern Frontier, have agricultural worlds specially set up by the Primarch. These agricultural worlds will grow fresh fruits and vegetables in traditional ways, and the products will only be rationed to the army.

What's more, the Primarch of the Dawnbreaker actually likes to cook, which is one of her ways to kill time: However, she doesn't like to eat the food she cooks, but randomly selects the food she cooks. Dawnbreakers or mortal soldiers who performed particularly well in a battle were invited to a dinner and medals were awarded to them after the dinner.

In the view of the Lord of Avalon, this is a time-honored, relatively private, and effective means of reward: Facts have proved that its effect is indeed very significant.

What's more, it is indeed a very satisfying thing to watch the meals you cook being eaten cleanly by the diners with gratitude: Morgan once asked Kang for this reason while watching Virgo clearing the plates. Ladd shows off her craft.

Faced with the pride of his blood relatives, Midnight Ghost just responded coldly.

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"I think you're raising pigs."

——————

Morgan wasn't angry.

…

real.

——————

She just suddenly realized: Conrad has not received the love from his sister for a long time. There is no doubt that the midnight ghost is longing for this long-lost love.

So, his wish was granted.

Everyone is very satisfied.

The only drawback was that after Virgo had cleaned up the leftovers from the dinner, she had to clean the entire banquet hall from top to bottom.

But despite this, the banquet hall was still put aside for a week after that to dissipate the smell of blood.

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[Your Majesty the Master: Do you think there is anything wrong with this official position? 】

"..."

"It's not a big problem."

The palm-printer lowered his head and started eating mechanically again. He cut the steaks with some invisible regularity, put them in his mouth, and chewed them slowly.

"Originally, during my discussion with the Emperor, the official position I gave Guilliman was not fundamentally different from the one you mentioned. It's just that mine was more streamlined, and I also gave him some practical benefits. power."

[You shouldn’t do this: Guilliman, who has five hundred worlds, is already an ambitious man among all people. If you give him some actual power, I can’t imagine how his reputation will change. How's it going? 】

"Then what do you think is the merit of your title?"

【Complex, fancy, flashy. 】

"Is this an advantage?"

[In terms of mortal politics: It is indeed an advantage. 】

"..."

This time, it was the bearer's turn to remain silent.

"Then tell me, what specific advantages does it have?"

【……】

Morgan glanced at Makado, then absent-mindedly picked up a piece of banana from the exquisite fruit plate on the side, put it into her mouth and chewed: She didn't believe that the famous palmer didn't even know this bit of common sense, this was just Maka Just another test.

So, the Lord of Avalon decided to answer in his own way.

[You know what, Palm Printer. 】

[King is four letters (king). 】

[Earl is five letters (count). 】

[Governor is eight letters (governor). 】

[Minister, also has eight letters (minister). 】

[An ordinary bureaucrat needs ten letters (bureaucrat). 】

[The lower level can only manage the local governor of a single city, which requires eleven letters (City prefect). 】

Morgan spread his hands and spat out this long string of words incoherently. The tongue hidden in his mouth moved like a snake. In between the long words, he crushed the banana in his mouth bit by bit, bit by bit. None of the puree stuck to my teeth.

[You see, the so-called politics is such a trick: a real ruler only needs the shortest title to declare his authority. Only the weak will care about it. The strong will grab their own things at will, and some will be caused by carelessness. A small amount of loss will not be taken into consideration by them at all. 】

[No matter how much I cherish the lives of the mortal auxiliary troops under my command, in every memorable battle, the civil servants under my command still have to sign death notices of hundreds of thousands, millions or even more. 】

[But even so, the Dawnbreaker Legion still has the lowest casualty rate among the mortal auxiliary armies among all the Astartes legions: even the Salamanders and Ultramarines are not as good as us in this regard. 】

"I know about this."

On the opposite side of the table, the printmaker suddenly interjected. He nodded, swallowed the piece of meat he was chewing, and decided to explore this topic with interest.

"How did you do it: In my previous understanding, the cooperation between the Ultramarines Legion and their mortal auxiliary troops can be said to be flawless, but your legion has surpassed him in this aspect. .”

"On what basis: Are your mortal auxiliary armies stronger?"

【indeed. 】

The Lord of Avalon nodded.

[My mortal auxiliary army is stronger: Because in Ultramar, the mortal auxiliary army is just a mortal auxiliary army after all, but in Avalon, they are used and respected as the main force at the same level as the Astartes , was also asked to become as powerful as the Astartes. 】

"..."

"Can they do this?"

As a mortal, Malcador's question made Morgan, the original body, raise his eyebrows in amusement: So, the Spider Queen inserted a piece of juicy meat steak, chewing it slowly, and proudly said to her. Malcador spat out a sentence.

[One mortal will be tortured and killed by one Astartes, ten mortals will be easily solved by ten Astartes, a hundred mortals may temporarily block a hundred Astartes, but if there are thousands of Astartes, Mortal warriors may not be able to compete with thousands of Astartes. 】

【Never underestimate those mortals. 】

"I am a mortal, Morgan."

[But you are looking down on them: they are not even as good as me, the Primarch. 】

"..."

Morgan leaned forward.

[Seriously, Palm Holder: How long has it been since you went to the front line of a war to witness what kind of will those mortal warriors can burst out in desperate situations and blood? 】

[Always watching battle reports instead of personally experiencing the cruelty of war will make you regard human life as useless data, and will make you take noble sacrifices for granted: thus, you will become cruel and ruthless, arrogant and Stupid, become like just now...]

【absurd. 】

"..."

A white light flashed in the pupils of the palmer. He did not pursue the issue, but the action of cutting the steak on the plate became a little hesitant and rough.

"The Emperor's choice was correct."

The imprinter suddenly said such a sentence without any beginning or end, and just when Morgan was confused about this, he spoke again.

"Let's talk about Guilliman."

【certainly. 】

Morgan nodded and held the glass filled with champagne.

【What do you want to ask? 】

"What do the titles you gave Guilliman mean?"

[Like I said, acknowledge the facts as they are. 】

Morgan took a sip of wine.

[The so-called Grand Ultramar Administrative Region or the Grand Ultramar Expeditionary Military Region is, in the final analysis, just another way of saying the Five Hundred Worlds. Since the Five Hundred Worlds are already in Guilliman's possession, why should we? Why not just go with the flow? 】

"Use the official language of the empire to recognize Guilliman's rule over Ultramar?"

[After all, the Empire has never officially approved the Five Hundred Worlds in any written form: Although we all know that this is to avoid suspicion, given Guilliman's character, this must be a thorn in his heart, and he is absolutely happy to do so. Seeing the empire pull out this thorn with his own hands. 】

[Even if there is a small price to pay, such as limiting the Ultramar region's expansion into the interior of the empire in disguise, Guilliman is absolutely willing to accept it. 】

[For the Empire, this title is noble and flashy enough. It sounds majestic, but in fact it only recognizes Guilliman's established rule over the Five Hundred Worlds, and we don't need to pay anything extra. 】

[For Guilliman, it is enough for him to be sure that his rule over the five hundred worlds is endorsed by imperial law: my brother Ultramar may be the most powerful among all the original bodies. The only being who upholds the laws of the empire as a guideline, even Dorne would not be as pedantic as him. 】

The imprinter nodded and then picked up his glass of champagne.

"Then why don't you just name Guilliman the governor of the greater Ultramar region, but separate its powers into special administrative districts, temporary military councils, and special governorships?"

[Because they were meant to be separated. 】

Morgan spread his hands.

[The establishment of administrative districts is to determine where the boundaries of the Five Hundred Worlds are. This is an issue that both the Empire and Guilliman are concerned about. As for the so-called temporary military committee and titles such as temporary regent...]

The Primarch smiled.

[We all know that although it sounds temporary, as long as the Great Crusade is not over, these [temporaries] will never come to an end. It is impossible for Guilliman not to understand this truth. 】

[Moreover, although local administrative power can be given, the military power for the Great Expedition can only be temporary. 】

[As for all the worlds and expedition fleets in the five hundred worlds of the Governor, all the worlds and expedition fleets there were originally the property of the Ultramarines Legion. Everything is just a matter of smooth flow and acknowledging the facts. 】

[But it sounds like this is a huge and complex set of titles, with great power: even compared to the Warmaster, it is not inferior. 】

"..."

The palmer's withered cheeks moved one by one, and he nodded, which seemed to agree with many of Morgan's statements.

"last question."

"Why Ultramar and not the Five Hundred Worlds commonly used by the Empire?"

【……】

The Primarch glanced at the Markbearer and chuckled.

[Don’t worry, Guilliman will analyze it carefully with you in the future. In Macragge, what does the world mean? You must know that at the beginning, the five hundred worlds were just five hundred worlds. Among them There are even uninhabited planets, but now, the five hundred worlds are already five hundred core civilized worlds covering various resource points. 】

[If this continues, in Macragge's dictionary, world and sector may be synonymous: Although my Macragge brother is not ambitious, he does like to play word games. 】

"..."

Machado raised his eyebrows. Drink the champagne in the glass in one gulp.

"In the political field, this move is no different from suicide: I don't think your brother Macragge would be so lacking in political sense. He is a very good politician."

[This is your fault. 】

Morgan grinned.

[You need to understand one thing, my respected Lord Malcador: Guilliman has never been a politician. He lacks the coldness to do whatever it takes to achieve the goal. He lacks the heart to be dirty and cruel. He lacks The most shameless person who can smile in the face of the most extreme offenses. 】

[He is a reckless man. How can a politician be a reckless man? 】

[He is not a politician, he is not even a politician, he is just a very good administrator: he may have a little bureaucracy and pedantry, but his so-called political sense is extremely low. His ideals and nature are purer than those of the legendary Philosopher King. 】

[There is indeed one true politician among the original bodies who has truly annihilated his conscience and face, and lives only for his own interests: now, she is sitting in front of you, discussing the empire with you. , what about those dirty political dramas. 】

"..."

The print bearer was silent.

Macado was neither angry nor shocked, but instead put down the empty wine glass, raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The wine bottle next to him automatically rose and was filled with fragrant champagne again.

"That's why you think Guilliman will be satisfied with such a title?"

[Almost: Specifically, Guilliman doesn't want any title at all, and even the title we grant him, he will only accept it for Macragge's benefit, not his own glory. 】

"Then what does he want?"

【……】

The Primarch blinked, and she hesitated for a rare moment.

【retire? 】

"..."

"Ah, what a great ideal."

Makado nodded, his tone sincere.

[Who says it’s not: This is really a great universal idea. 】

Morgan shrugged. She stretched out her fork to fork the cheese and ham on the plate, carefully balanced the condensed milk on it, then slowly lifted it up and placed it to Visenya's mouth, who was standing aside.

The indifferent maid hesitated for a while: she first glanced at the palm-printer opposite, who was deaf to him, and then carefully opened her mouth and accepted the mother's feeding.

【how is the taste? 】

"It's not as good as doing it with your own hands, mother."

[Of course, when we return to Avalon, I will personally cook a cheese and ham for you. That will be delicious. 】

Morgan smiled and looked at his daughter's bulging cheeks, and scratched the soft flesh rolling on her jaw with satisfaction.

"I still have a backlog of work at Avalon's legal department, Mother."

[Put it away and stay with me for a while: I haven’t seen you for a long time, I miss you very much. 】

"As you command, mother."

"..."

Makado looked at the scene in front of him and chewed expressionlessly.

For a moment, he tried with all his strength to transform the scene before him into the Emperor and his Primarchs: any Primarch would do.

Unfortunately, such an attempt quickly failed.

"..."

What is he crazy about...

"..."

Forget it, what does this have to do with him?

Eat, eat.

Having said that: today’s pan-fried pangasius with lemon juice was a bit overdone.

Um.

Slightly sour.

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"..."

And one more thing.

This girl is definitely not the biological child of that bastard Tianqi.

Absolutely, it won't be.

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"So, do we think we have solved Guilliman?"

[Don’t be too happy, Guilliman is not the most difficult one: In other words, on any issue related to the original body, Guilliman will not be the most difficult one. 】

"That's not necessarily true: when Terra needs to cut off those states within states, I believe Guilliman will be the most difficult one. His five hundred worlds deserve such an evaluation."

【No no no. 】

Morgan shook her head, her expression serious.

[There is an option that is one level more difficult than Guilliman. 】

"What is it?"

[Me and Guilliman join forces. 】

"..."

Grass.

really.

The palm-printer's brows twitched.

…

"Then do you think, above Guilliman, who else can be called difficult?"

【Um……】

The Primarch thought for a moment.

[Jonson, Mortarion, Lorgar, and the possible Ferus. 】

"Is it possible?"

[Meaning: If Ferus realizes that the position of war commander is not suitable for him and gives up the campaign for war commander, then he will also be open-minded about this issue and have no desires or desires. 】

"And if Ferus failed to be elected Warmaster without realizing this, then he might have stubbornness or even radical thoughts in his heart, which would affect the topic we are discussing now?"

[Steel Hands, this is it. 】

"..."

Makado nodded, but he quickly frowned again.

"No Perturabo?"

【No. 】

The person holding the seal's eyes lit up.

"Do you have a way to deal with Perturabo?"

【……nor. 】

Morgan seemed very honest. She was busy feeding her daughter.

[You are asking me about the difficult ones among the original bodies: and difficulty means that at least there is a solution, but Perturabo has no solution to this problem. 】

"……No solution?"

【certainly. 】

Morgan snorted.

[However, if you can persuade the Emperor not to appoint Dorne as the Guard of Terra, I have a way to deal with Perturabo: But can you do this, Sigilbearer? 】

[Emperor, can you solve it? 】

"..."

Macado blinked.

"Let's discuss how to deal with Perturabo."

【All ears. 】

Morgan raised his hand, seemingly not planning to speak proactively.

"..."

The person holding the seal began to think hard.

"Um……"

"Chief Engineer of the Empire, how do you do?"

[Are you going to ignore Perturabo's countless contributions to the war and regard him as a mason chief who can only wander around the construction site: Why can Dorne build the walls of the royal palace on glorious Terra? And Perturabo can only build a square for a group of uncivilized poor people in a remote world? 】

"..."

"In that case, how about the Director of Military Construction of the Human Empire?"

[This is it again: Once again, you have ignored Perturabo's love for those great libraries and ancient Greek theaters, but only want to use his wisdom as a machine to launch war, either bleeding on the front line, or building beautiful lands It has become a fortress filled with steel and dust, and you are always destroying the few remaining aesthetics and love for the world in Perturabo's heart. 】

"..."

"Are you trying to argue with me, Morgan?"

【Dare not. 】

Morgan smiled.

[I'm just letting you experience Perturabo's passion for yourself? 】

"..."

"You're saying this is how he would respond to me if I made this arrangement."

【No. 】

Morgan shook his head.

[You have to know that my Olympian brother is a man of action. He will not just sit on the chair opposite you and complain like me: Aren't you curious why there are so many Dauntless in the Iron Warriors Legion? 】

"..."

"Sun Guard: Dorn can only be responsible for the construction and defense of one world of Holy Terra, but Perturabo can be responsible for the construction and defense of the entire Sun Star Territory, whether it is military or civilian buildings, he can choose. "

[Why can Dorne be in charge of Holy Terra, while Perturabo and the Iron Warriors can only attack him in the worlds around Holy Terra: Do you think that the Fourth Legion can only be the Seventh Legion? Surrounded by people? 】

"..."

#马卡多的silence#

"..."

The Palmist breathed heavily, and Morgan could hear the sound of his teeth gritting.

"What about the Praetorian Guard of Terra? Let Perturabo take this position."

【ha? ! 】

Morgan screamed strangely.

[How dare you suppress Perturabo in Holy Terra, a land far away from the front line of the Great Crusade, allowing Dorn and other legions to open up territories for mankind during the Great Crusade, but Perturabo can only Eating ashes on Holy Terra: Are you scorning the countless honors the Iron Warriors have built with blood, sacrifice, and sweat over the past few decades? 】

"..."

Makado narrowed his eyes.

After almost biting the old teeth, he fell into a kind of tranquility where everything must be reversed: the person holding the seal sat down quietly, picked up the glass of champagne, and sipped it again.

"You know: Perturabo's impression here is actually very good."

Morgan snorted.

[This is normal: If Zhuang Sen and I don't need to continue to cooperate, I would also be willing to say a few good words for his continued fight in the shadow of the empire. 】

[If I need to continue working with it: I just want to kill it, peel off its skin, use it as my mattress, and hang its head next to my dining table. 】

"..."

There was another moment of silence.

Malcador once again put down the empty wine glass in his palm.

"So, you really have no idea about Perturabo?"

【……】

[There is one, but it is more necessary to establish this position...]

"courage?"

【Courage. 】

"oh."

Machado sighed.

"That's really not good."

"...Forget it, you...talk about it."

Morgan blinked.

[Your Excellency, Sealbearer, I wonder if you sometimes feel that among the Primarchs, there is actually still a lack of someone who can have the power of supervision and punishment above other Primarchs: the Chief Inspector of the Great Crusade, or the Grand Judge? 】

"..."

"Perturabo?"

【Yes. 】

"Inspector?"

【literal meaning. 】

"Above the Primarch?"

[Just tell him privately. 】

"Have the qualifications to punish other Primarchs?"

[He may not use this power. 】

"……Maybe?"

【……】

【perhaps? 】

"..."

Makado had a straight face, his expression looked very stiff, and the eyelid of only one eye was beating constantly, like a frog eager to escape under the gaze of a poisonous snake.

"Oh, Your Majesty, the Emperor."

After a while, he muttered to himself.

"This really requires...a little courage."