Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 3 Tavitz’s doubts and... (End)

"Your statement is very interesting." He finally said, "I feel that there is a distant charm in it that I have never experienced before. Can I mention the content of our conversations to Elder Rilanor? Your Highness, I promise to convey it finally. Content for the Honor Guard and the remaining warriors will be kept within an appropriate range."

"Of course, why not? Being secretive won't help. A warrior should know why he pulled the trigger or swung the sword. Or I will ask the venerable Rilanor to come and sit with me next time. I have drinks and snacks here for Fearless. I believe his taste is not far different from his father's - Oh, by the way, Saul Tarvits, maybe you can tell me - as far as I'm concerned. I know that you are already considered a very fair and rational person in your legion or among all the Astartes. Otherwise, you would not have been elected as the commander by them in the last moments of Isstvaan III. Official. But I also have a question to ask you now - or to put it another way, who are you loyal to now?

Come on, the last question is really too sensitive, but it is indeed the most important and priority question in this conversation.

Saul Tarvitz thought to himself that the overly relaxed and casual conversation just now made me completely let down my guard. I must gather myself to answer.

"Before answering this question, Your Highness, may I dare to ask you one more question?"

"Ask, Tavitz."

After listening for a while, the dog's long mouth grinned with a gloating smile.

"Of course, the new Empire! We are so weak. How many ships do we have now? How many soldiers? How many weapons? We can't even put together a second fleet formation! And the Imperial Navy alone has several in this sector The famous fleet! Not enough, not at all! And what is needed for shipbuilding? "

There was an indescribable expression on Malcador's old face.

"Oh... So is this why you chose him?" The old man sitting opposite him spoke while drinking tea.

Next door to the office, Perturabo BC, who was tapping the display panels and interactive devices that had gathered with his brown almond eyes, white furry paws and flesh pads, paused for a moment to pay attention. He focused on the conversation between his body and Fulgrim's son.

Sol Tavitz, whose thoughts were as chaotic as a land ravaged by a hurricane, nodded vaguely.

Finally, having had the questions he had been burdened with answered and feeling further bewildered, Saul Tarvitz found himself sitting drinking his third glass of water of the afternoon, already talking to the affable but unimaginative His Highness Lamizane Carosini began to discuss the question, "Where do you think we should go first to deceive...find some of your loyalists who may still exist?", and then the topic moved all the way to "Then why don't we release you?" It might be more useful to attract the other party to investigate by themselves while still using the news. So how do you let the rumors spread?" He rode away in a hurry.

The extremely terrifying and anti-Tiangang content that he just said shocked Sol Tavitz to the point of speechlessness. He fell into the office chair behind him and resumed the familiar lazy posture. expression.

"So before that, your guns must be extremely reliable to protect the first pot of gold of my business empire. What's your answer? Saul? Since you said you were entrusted on behalf of everyone Come, then your answer should represent their wishes, right?"

Obviously, when Lamizane mentioned that the "Empire" was not on the same stand as him, Tavitz was shaken out of his loyalty to the Emperor. Could it be that in the end he just struggled for thousands of years and had to invest again... So When he mentioned that "Chaos" was obviously not on his side, the former Emperor's Children officer was more or less relieved in his heart. After all, although betrayal was not a nice word, it was better than being in front of his own ethnic group. Adding a CHAOS is still much stronger.

"Not completely." The dog glanced at him, "He must know enough, be unbiased, and be able to judge the credibility and development of the facts to think independently... This alone is very rare. In fact, the Galaxy Central Plains should be Only 'a few' can know the specialties and hidden secrets of all legions, so few dare to think from that perspective like him - the most important thing is that he loves me unwaveringly."

"An empire, an invisible empire, a commercial empire. The battlefield is not just about bolters and smoke, but you don't have to worry about this, because we have just... taken that first small step."

"Haha, indeed, I have also experienced the Machad rebellion. Do you want to hear it?"

But when he heard the last word in this answer, his two hearts were suspended again.

"Stupid boy, asking for trouble. Lamizane's perception of details is the best I have ever seen. One of his entertainment projects when he was fishing every day was to read books and discover clues to connect them together and... Haha... It may be hard to define whether the dragon slain by the pile of old bones on the throne is a real dragon, but the dragon slaying skill possessed by Lamizane is a real dragon slaying skill here. "

"This is very important, but," Ramizane raised a finger. "Resources, or money, food, logistics... War is all about logistics, Thor, plundering will not last long, and relying on others alone will eventually make them unreliable. You have to rely on yourself. You have to build a new, invisible empire by yourself - before everyone finds it, make it big enough."

"Invisible...?"

"Humph! Uther Maatra secretly used his damn psionic power to open a backdoor on the guard mecha for convenience! No sense of security and confidentiality! I will teach him a lesson next time I see him!"

"The contract between the Forge World and the Mechanicus? Your Highness?"

A new empire and new and more battles? Is this the fate of a warrior?

"Do you really think you are still too weak to do anything, so you are lying low here, and you plan to do some... daily affairs other than war?"

"Very good! Then, I will talk to Rilano, Loken, Motug and Makog later... and, regarding Lucius, you may need to know some extra knowledge about his care..."

"Of course? In such a dangerous universe, our size... Don't tell others, although this may make others look good, but the Empire is still a lean camel that is bigger than a horse," Ramizane answered as a matter of course, "We are still very small compared to the Empire or Chaos. Even if we just want to live freely, this depth is not enough for us to do anything, so I still need to build a new... Empire."

"New Empire? Your Highness, is this what I mean?"

"It seems that you have gained a lot of experience in every trial and error before. "

"In addition, Sol Tarvitz's mental stability is not bad," the Primarch of Borderland transmitted the monitoring data to Malcador from another panel, "You have taken a fancy to him, right? But I want to remind you, don't play those under-the-table tricks too much this time. No matter how many special subjects you have, they can't replace the front battlefield. - If you make trouble again because of poor information and not treating others as human beings, there is no Magnus and no one else. I will make up for it for you. "

"Now you can even mention this casually. It seems that the degree of power overflow of Lord Ramizane has been well controlled? "

"On the contrary-" The dog bared his white teeth and slapped his black and white-tipped tail with many long furry feathers in a rather unhappy mood. "It is because I can't control the overflow, so I can only go with the flow-follow his wishes and take it one step at a time. - At this time, I can only say that there will be a way out when the car reaches the mountain. "