Chapter 72 Honesty and Intelligence

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I can't destroy the seed.

Whether it's burning or physical removal, the first thing to do is to find a way to get close to it.

There seems to be a kind of magic on this seedling. Let everyone who walks into it hear a kind of singing from the soul, which makes people unable to do it.

I finally chose to give up, and after sealing this hall, I pretended that this incident never happened.

After the night of killing, I haven't been to this hall for more than two months.

But recently I always have nightmares. I dream that a fruit with a human face grows on the seedling, and Pearson's face is on it, laughing at me, laughing at my final doom.

He would beg me again, asking me to give him a relief; then when I wanted to ask him what was going on, his face suddenly shattered into the faces of all the brothers who died that night.

They looked at me together, and I was awakened in horror. The last moment I woke up seemed to be able to hear their singing:

"Be one with me..."

I want to destroy it! I was awakened without hesitation. I walked barefoot from the bedroom in my pajamas straight to the hall.

The whole bedroom was extremely quiet in the moonlight of the night. I walked past the dozing guards and headed towards the front hall. I could see it again after a door.

I was alone at night, and opened the dusty door of the hall again after two months.

It really grew up again! The height of the seedling is now one foot, and more leaves are growing from its branches!

I can even see that its gray roots have penetrated the soil and the stone tray supporting it, and are gently moving in the fountain pool!

Yes! Emperor, its roots will move!

It seems that although the last killing did not leave it with a body, there must be something I can't see that was left behind so that it can continue to grow.

So, does the soul really exist? It seems that my belief in the Emperor is far from pious enough. This is my retribution.

I will destroy it!

But I couldn't do it. No matter how many ways I tried to hurt it, it would return to its original state overnight.

I didn't dare throw it out, that would only lead to worse results.

It had grown so big while I ignored it. I couldn't fool myself into thinking that everything would be fine if I threw it a little further.

In the end, I chose to spend a huge price. I spent half a year's output of the entire galaxy and got a small stasis field from a black market merchant.

This is the best way I can think of. Since I can't destroy it, at least let it stop its damn growth.

The stasis field works very well, and there are no disadvantages except that it consumes electricity.

Fortunately, I have no obligation to explain to anyone where this new energy line is going, and the seedling finally stopped growing.

I seem to be able to see the plain and happy days waving to me again. Emperor, please grant me a decent ending.

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Eleven years of quiet time, let me and my brothers be extremely grateful for the generosity of the Emperor.

I almost forgot the existence of this document. After all, there is nothing that can be deliberately recorded in the peaceful days.

In the past thirty years, the brothers have gradually integrated into the social circle, and some have married local nobles and have their own children.

This is something worth celebrating, after all, it means that the legion finally has its own offspring.

Forget it, as early as decades before the Battle of Mandela, I had already lost this function permanently in a battle with the greenskins.

I decided to confirm this child as my heir, so that he can enjoy the wonderful life we ​​have built for him.

There is really a problem with the mining planet next door! If it weren't for the reminder of Captain Charter who passed by, I really didn't notice that the last time I paid taxes in orbit was three years ago!

Captain Charter said that under the simple auspicious scanning on his ship, the mining planet could hardly see any life signals.

There is a big problem! What should I do? Thinking about the missing Inquisitor before, I seem to have smelled an ominous smell.

I decided to ask for help from the higher-ups and immediately block the traffic in the galaxy.

Fortunately, we have no dealings with the mining planets, which are the territory of the wandering trader Sidney, and the agricultural planets as well.

Sidney, that bastard! He will pay for his actions!

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Another ten years have passed.

We have almost gotten used to living without affiliated planets.

If it weren't for the bleak economic conditions after the loss of trade in the hive city, I really don't want to think about these troubles.

I can't count on the administrative efficiency of the empire, after all, there are so many things in such a large territory.

From the time a matter is reported, to the central decision-making body receiving the document, to confirming the information, drawing conclusions, determining measures, determining specific executors and materials...

If the empire can also be regarded as a kind of creature, then her timeline may never be in the same dimension as mortals like me.

I can still wait, because I can afford the life extension surgery and I still have at least 200 years to live.

But for the civilians at the bottom, their entire lives may be just a distraction in the eyes of the Empire.

But some people reacted quickly. We finally know what the power behind the Rogue Trader is, as mentioned by the late former Permanent Under-Secretary Sir Bernard.

An Astartes Chapter! Yes, only such a group, which is at the top of the Empire's many armed forces, can provide sufficient protection for a Rogue Trader whose business covers several star regions.

It is also only such a group that will wait for ten years to appear here and erase the traces of their own protection, knowing that the eyes of the Inquisition are already being watched.

When the garrison on the system defense system informed me of the identity of the visiting cruiser, I realized this.

The arrogant Rogue Trader Mr. Sidney must have been crushed to ashes in an unknown place.

This is the meaning of white gloves. When they are not dirty, they are bright and beautiful no matter how you look at them; but if they are dirty, they can only be destroyed.

Presumably, these angels of the Emperor are also extremely angry at this moment.

After all, as a spokesperson in a sense, you always have to choose between honesty and intelligence.

Either you are very honest, so when you get into trouble, someone will clean up your mess in time;

Or you are very smart, and with enough benefits, most people will always shut up for you.

But if you are neither honest nor smart. Then the fate of this person is a lesson for you.

I don't feel any sadness for his disappearance, and I am even a little happy.

But when the command authority of the orbital defense force was suddenly taken over, and the familiar meteor shower fell in the sky, I understood what it meant to catch fire in the city gate and affect the fish in the pond.

I may die. I died of this absurd reason just because we know that this wandering trader once existed.

And the one buried with me is the entire hive city.

I am Hailan, and I will soon cause the entire hive city people to be buried with me, Governor Hailan.

I haven't asked for votes, but I feel sad to see the number of votes decreasing day by day. How about asking for votes?

There is one more chapter, which will be posted later.