Chapter 535 My Money!!!

"I still remember that when the Primarch called us here and entrusted us with the Far Eastern Frontier, she told us: work for the Primarch, work for the Legion, and work for the entire Avalon, and be in harmony with the world."

"What is in harmony with the world?"

"In harmony with the world means: we do our own things; mortals do mortal things; soldiers do soldiers things; as for the friends and allies of the Legion, they must also do what they should do."

"Everyone has something to do, everyone must fulfill their duties, everyone must fill their own responsibilities, complete the goals visible to the naked eye, and then they will get the benefits and rewards they deserve: just like this, we hand in hand, and set up the stage."

"As the saying goes, you have me, and I have you. As long as everyone can stand under the same flag, then everyone can make a little effort and do their part, and the flag can be held high and straight, and everyone under the flag can naturally have a cool."

"But then again, this flag The fundamental reason why the flag can stand is that before everything started, our gene mother had already arranged each of us to the most suitable position: so, we only need to work hard at our positions, and there is no need to think about anything else. "

"Under this big flag, no one will be so important that they are irreplaceable, but no one will be despised for incompetence. As long as we do our best to complete the work, then everyone will be a part of the glory, and no one will become a foil next to the edge. The so-called cruel internal disputes will naturally be out of the question. "

"This is to be in harmony with the light."

"What do you think, three of you?"

When Bayar turned around and asked the other people in the room, his fingers reluctantly left the reliefs on the wall that embellished the ancient glory of the legion. This is the only decoration in this [Sword Fence Hall]. They stand between the glazed tile dome and the cold air, so that this hall, which symbolizes the supreme power of the Dawnbreaker Legion, will not be like an empty tomb.

Although the Spider Queen did design it according to similar standards at the beginning, in this side hall on the left side of her throne room, Morgan only left the necessary round tables and stone chairs, the array of swords, the flags and reliefs on the walls, and the deliberately created atmosphere of loneliness that could make the bravest Astartes warriors feel the chill.

After all, the only purpose of this hall in the deepest part of the [Aurora Goddess], which was separated by the Primarch separately, was to accommodate several heirs carefully selected by Morgan: when the Primarch's attention shifted to other things, these people would temporarily rule the entire Far East Frontier in her name.

And the ruler should not be in a leisure environment for a long time, but should always feel the biting pressure of power itself. This is the consistent attitude of the Lord of Avalon.

So, twenty years after officially becoming a member of the Sword Lantern Council, when Bayar sat on the marble sculpture seat, he could still feel that his neck was instinctively twitching because of the cold, but it did make his brain clearer.

Taking advantage of this soberness, he took the time to look around at his comrades: the stone table in front of him was not big, just enough to seat all four members of the Swordsman Council, and two more chairs could be squeezed in when necessary. On the steps on the north side of the stone table was the personal seat of the Primarch, which was also a cold stone table and stone chair.

On the side close to the Primarch, two taciturn members sat respectively: the chief of the Mordred Guard, the leader of the former Old Guard Group, and the Primarch's chief of guards, Rana, naturally occupied a position. When the Primarch was away, he was the temporary leader of this small team, arbitrating everything under Avalon's rule with his rock-like tone.

Sitting next to Lana was a young man. At least Bayar thought that this little guy named Bernard, who was recruited after the Legion left Terra, was far from mature. However, he had to admit that this kid's ability in internal affairs was very good and had long been recognized by everyone, including the Primarch. In addition to his position in the Swordsman Council, he also served as the aide-de-camp of the Primarch: any issues related to internal affairs in Avalon would eventually go through Bernard's hands.

As for Bayar himself, he was not interested in these twists and turns. In the fifty or sixty years that Morgan was in charge of the Legion, he had never removed his identity as the (real) Chief Champion Swordsman of the Legion, and no one among his colleagues in the Dawnbreakers could challenge him. Therefore, his duties in this council were also very simple: when some complicated things needed to be implemented, someone would always move the knife, and someone would also have to keep the knives.

Therefore, Rana, Bayar and Bernard are the regular members of the Sword Lancing Council. As for the fourth seat, it is an unfixed position that changes depending on the situation: perhaps it is a powerful captain in a certain legion, or an archbishop from a certain forge world, or even a mortal officer, a clerk, a deacon, or even the governor of the empire. In the most special times, a star maid has also sat in this position.

And this time. Sitting here is Hector, who is in charge of the 11th Company. He is obviously not yet accustomed to the reality that he can set foot in the highest palace. He sits on the somewhat ill-fitting chair and is timid: Such an appearance makes Bayar, who had always been calm, inevitably had the idea of ​​teasing him.

So, he first looked at this junior.

"What do you think, Hector: How do you understand the word "harmony with light and dust"?

"……Ah I?"

Morgan's proud son, who was as tall as his three other brothers put together, was stunned for a moment after being called, and did not react at all. Then, he pointed at himself belatedly, and after getting Baya After Er nodded affirmatively, Hector just pondered for a moment before choosing a universal answer.

"I have no idea."

He shook his head.

"I... wasn't here either..."

"……Fine."

Bayar raised his eyebrows, just feeling a little bored, but he did not force his juniors, but turned his attention to the two guys who seemed to be concentrating on their work: after working together for twenty years, of course he could tell at a glance You can see who is fishing.

"What do you think, Bernard?"

"I also……"

After the Primarch's Attendant was called, he immediately put on his unmistakable smiling face. Then, just as he was about to follow Hector's skills again, he was beaten by Bayar with a wave of his hand. broken.

"Are you like this newcomer?"

"……of course not."

After a moment of silence, Bernard resumed his smile.

"I don't quite understand this word. After all, it is an ancient heritage tens of thousands of years ago. But if you ask me to say it, I feel that the harmony in the original body's mouth does not refer to us: it refers to us being responsible for the entire Ava. When you are prosperous, you must show your attitude to the outside world.”

"You mean, an Avalon who shares the same dust with the Empire and Light?"

Bayar touched his chin. He had never thought of it this way. After all, as Bernard said just now, "Heguangtongchen" is a word extracted from the complicated language of Gu Terra. I'm afraid it's just Even the original body didn't quite understand what it meant.

"Avalon looks no different from other imperial territories. It is ignored by everyone or drifts with the crowd. The evaluation of outsiders is not important. But will their eyes be focused on Avalon and will they see the difference in us? Clues, but very important: I personally think that this is what the original body means.”

"Don't you want us to look unique in the eyes of outsiders? Why?"

Bayar stared at Bernard, who just shook his head slightly.

"Only when you have something bad or troublesome, you need to find someone. If you have something good, you just need to wait and someone will come specifically to find you: after all, there is never an airtight wall in this world."

"Hmm...reasonable."

The champion swordsman nodded, absorbing this point of view in his heart, and then he looked at the last one: the silent Lana was at work, his face was so rigid that it reminded Bayar of Rogal Dorn. , but he still had the courage to disturb this brother, and he was sure that Lana was listening.

"What about you, Lana?"

"What do you think of that word?"

…

"I don't think much of it."

Bayar waited for a full minute before he received Rana's reply: The head guard calmly finished reviewing the document in his hand, pressed it aside, then raised his head and looked at it calmly. To the champion swordsman.

"If you're asking me, Bayar, I can only give you two sentences."

"First of all, I don't think the original sentence of "harmony with light and dust" has any special meaning. She has also pointed out other things for us. You can't just remember this sentence. Furthermore, compared with the word "harmony with light and dust", Our genetic mother prefers to use [everyone’s job].”

"second……"

Lana frowned.

"Whether you are performing your duties or drifting with the flow, is there any necessary connection with the matter at hand: the triple Farr or the crash on the document, which one reminds you of the word "One Light and One Dust"?

"Any one of them reminds me."

Bayar smiled carelessly and waved the document in his hand.

"You see, it is obvious that the original body has already designed a system for jointly distributing benefits. Each role in this can get rich rewards that far exceed their efforts as long as they perform their duties: but even so, The three-level Fal still don’t know how to be satisfied, and they still don’t understand the simple truth of [harmony with light and dust].”

"A word that even the Emperor may not be able to explain clearly. You ask a forging world at the edge of the galaxy to understand. It is too difficult for these guys selling gears."

Lana smiled sarcastically.

"Anyway, Marshall has brought Avalon's armament reports over the years and summarized them one by one with the Primarch in the throne room. The intelligence from the Ministry of Internal Affairs is also flowing like water: the dice has been cast, and the Primarch has no intention of Give Sanchou Faer another chance to turn around."

"Our genetic mother allows others to be both light and dust. As long as she does things for her, she can treat them equally. But for people like this who don't want to be both light and dust, they can only let others Burnt in the sun."

"Anyway, everything makes sense."

Bayar pressed the piece of paper in his hand on the table in front of him.

"With just this piece of paper, the three forging worlds can issue executions. Even if it involves going to Mars or even Terra, we are all right: now we only need to wait for the Titan Legion sent by Triple Farr to arrive at the designated location to ensure that Once we can control it, the operation can begin, and the emperor can't say anything."

"The Emperor can't say anything."

Lana shook his head.

"You have to know that the Victorious Legion II of Triple Fal has been participating in the war in the name of the Emperor. But since our mother specifically discussed this issue with the Emperor on the Redemption Star, the Emperor He specifically ordered this legion to come to the Far Eastern border: the hidden meaning is already obvious. "

"The two Titan legions of the Sun and the Hand of the Queen are already waiting for them. As for the two Titan legions left behind by Triple Fal, they are no match for the warmongers. Together, they don't even have half the physical strength of the warmongers. quantity."

"That is to say, we only need to prepare this piece of paper and one piece of charges, that's enough."

"Is one sheet enough?"

This slightly confused voice certainly came from Hector.

"After all, there are three forging worlds. We always need to prepare more charges, right? I see that the charges on this document are only some complaints such as deceiving production and the unknown cause of death of the investigation team. If Triple Far wants, they It’s not impossible to defend.”

"That's not enough to warrant a capital offense."

"So it is."

Bayar nodded: Just like Hector said, the human empire must pay attention to procedural justice after all, especially when the target is the theoretical allies of the empire such as the Forging World, without giving any details. Given the reasons on the table, even if it can be done forcefully, it will not look good after all.

"But reality depends on circumstances."

The champion swordsman clamped the thin complaint page.

"Concealing enemy information, falsely reporting production, and suspected murder of the investigating officer, in ordinary times, considering the size and special status of the Forging World, these so-called evidences are naturally as thin as ashes like the piece of paper in our hands."

"But at other times, put them in other places..."

With a smile, Bayar casually threw out the paper in his hand. Taking advantage of the wind, the paper fluttered in the air and landed steadily on the original stone table on the stairs, along with the most important documents. Listed in one place.

"Even if there are nothing important, putting them on the table can make things difficult."

"When it comes to serious matters, one count can be fatal, let alone one page."

"Now that I'm on the scale, I can't even weigh a thousand pounds..."

The second company commander grinned.

"Besides, Hector, we are not judging, but punishing: the reason why Triple Farr suffered was not because it violated a certain law in the human empire, but because it corrupted the collective interests of the Far Eastern Frontier. "Compared with our genetic mother, the two dozen forging worlds that cooperate with us want the death of Triple Fal."

"Because of its unique technology."

"No, because it breaks the rules."

Bayar shook his head.

"The cooperation between the Primarch and the various forge worlds in the Far East is based on mutual trust. The Primarch provides the forge worlds with unimaginable resources and generous returns, while the various forge worlds do their best to contribute to the Far Eastern Frontier. production capacity: But now, Triple Far has destroyed this mutual trust, and once the cracks of suspicion appear, it will be difficult to heal.”

"Taking this as an opportunity, even if our Gene Mother modifies her cooperation treaty with the forging worlds just for insurance reasons, the losses caused to each forging world will be enough to make them crazy enough to destroy the entire triple law. You were eaten alive."

"That's right."

Lana nodded.

"You have to know that Lord Morgan has always been kind to the forging world. She will acquiesce to these guys in the treaty and engage in some small actions that are not too excessive. The Ministry of Internal Affairs is well aware of the private activities of each forging world. , but they never tell the truth, because they have always done their job well, and this is also part of the harmony in Bayar's eyes."

"This is the same as the invisible privileges of those mortal officers. They must be given overt treatment, but they must also be given some covert connivance. As long as it is maintained within controllable limits: the original body's The purpose is that it is impossible for people to become virtuous, but people can become controllable. When everyone is controlled within a controllable moral range, it does not matter whether he is a virtuous minister or a traitor in nature. "

"There are no truly virtuous ministers, and there are no truly treacherous ministers: only controllable loyal ministers."

"so……"

Hector pondered for a moment.

"You mean, whether it is those mortals or these forged worlds, our genetic mother allows them to do some bad things that are not excessive, but does not allow any individual among them to do [extraordinary] bad things?"

"That's it."

Lana nodded.

"A person is doing something bad. Isn't that called crime?"

"So, what is the name of the original body that tolerated a group of people doing bad things?"

"..."

Rana and Bayar looked at each other, thinking about how to answer this question, and at this time, a voice came from the corner.

"That's called tradition."

Looking around, all you could see was Bernard's humble smiling face.

"Ancient, outdated, unacceptable, but in the interests of all or most people."

"We usually call it the law of our ancestors."

"Is that so..."

Hector stopped talking.

"That's enough."

Rana on the other side waved his hand.

"Let's talk about education later. We have important things to do now: How are the relevant action forces prepared? Which team is responsible for supervising the Triple Far now? Is their commander trustworthy?"

"The troops are ready, a full 20 companies, 10,000 elite soldiers, coupled with those forge worlds that have heard the news, let alone the Triple Far, even the entire Triple Star Region can be completely razed to the ground."

"As for the commander, the one who is now in charge of vigilance at the edge of the Triple Star Region is the newly established 98th Company. Although most of the 500 soldiers in the company are recruits, their company commander is a trustworthy old man."

"Who is it?"

"Davu, from Avalon, is the company commander specially approved by the Primarch."

"Well, the Avalonian company commander..."

The chief guard pondered for a moment.

"It's quite rare. Although we have been recruiting soldiers from Avalon for so many years, in my impression, there are really not many Avalonians in the upper echelons of the legion, but it seems that other legions are not like this."

"Why do you think this is?"

"Maybe it's because there are too many traditions left by Terra."

"......?!"

The two Terrans looked over at the sound, causing Bernard, who had spoken, to retract his head.

"Bernard, what do you mean..."

"Bang!!!"

But this time, the Primarch's aide-de-camp was obviously lucky, because just as Lana's face turned gloomy, the door facing the throne room was pushed open, and the sound sounded very rough. Before they could get up, they saw their Primarch walk into the room, leaving a shadow behind him.

In just a blink of an eye, Morgan had thrown herself onto the stone seat. Her expression was even gloomier than Rana's, which made the chief guard pale. When Morgan noticed the abnormality on the table and picked up the document that Bayar had passed over, everyone could hear the heavy breath of the second captain.

Because, when the Primarch saw the contents of the document, the smile on his face was like Mortarion seeing a psychic wizard: and it was an alien.

[This one has expired. ]

The Spider Queen waved her fingers, and the document in her hand turned into a residual image and dissipated. Her descendants hurriedly sat back to their original positions, waiting for the order of the Mother of Genes.

[Just now, Marshall and the Ministry of Internal Affairs presented their latest intelligence to me: After careful comparison, I realized that Triple Farr had really done a great job for me in these years. ]

The Primarch sneered.

[With more preferential treatment than Bireza, and my special terms: they can keep one-third of all production capacity, and only need to contribute two-thirds to the Far Eastern Frontier. They can also control the entire Triple Star Region. I will occupy it in name only, and will not invade any of the worlds. ]

[To be honest, I have never signed such a loose treaty. ]

[What is the result? ]

Morgan's eyes swept over, and no Dawnbreaker dared to look at her.

[Look at what these oilers gave me in return: a gorgeous reply letter, openly praising our partnership, but secretly boasting about their hard work, almost pointing at my nose and telling me to write another letter to thank them. ]

At this point, the Primarch couldn't help but sneer.

[Let me thank them? Of the 100% of the production capacity of the entire Triple Star System, one third was reserved for themselves, and two thirds for Avalon. Even so, they still had to take out half of the production capacity and intercept it in the Triple Star Region, saying that they would invest it in the so-called defense construction of the Triple Star Region: Well said, after all, from the star map, the entire Triple Star Region is also considered part of Avalon, right? Although it has never provided me with even a single soldier or a penny of tax. 】

【The best one-third was reserved for themselves, the second-best one-third was reserved for their own plots and colonies in the Triple Star Region, and only the worst one-third was handed over to my Avalon. 】

【With the same supplies as Reza and the same high position, until now, even this last one-third has to be taken from me in various ways, playing word games: the production capacity that can really be contributed to me is not even one-fifth of Reza's. 】

【They themselves have hundreds of interest chains and transport fleets running around on my land, flying my flag, transporting their personal belongings, and even daring to engage in cold trade with the outside world under the identity of Avalon: I seem to have built this industrial alliance for them! 】

The Primarch gritted her teeth, and her fingers holding the document had become a little trembling.

【My world! My country! The supplies I provided! 】

【They took two-thirds and left me one-third. Do you still want me to thank them! 】

Amid the flying scraps of paper, four powerful Dawnbreakers lowered their heads.

"Your order, mother."

Rana's voice was heavy.

"The Legion's fleet and the power from our allies are ready. Now, with just one order from you, we can raze the entire triple galaxy to the ground: Do we need to carry the Extermination Order weapons? Mother?"

【……No……】

【No need. 】

After a moment of anger, Morgan's voice had returned to calmness. She slumped down on her stone chair, tilted her head back, and closed her eyes. No one knew what she was thinking.

[Although Triple Fal, in the final analysis, does not have any unique technology that can make the Galaxy famous, and what they do really makes me angry, it is a very suitable place after all: although there is no unique skill, but based on production capacity alone In other words, they are comparable to Mars, and they happen to be located in the entire Far Eastern Frontier and even the easternmost part of the entire Milky Way. They are located in the belly of my Avalon. They are simply a perfect candidate for the rear. 】

[Riza is still too far away from me, and other worlds have insufficient production. Only Triple Phare is just right: even if the entire western part of the galaxy is devastated, the production capacity of the Triple Phare region can still support the entire Dawnbreaker Legion. operation, and their location can ensure absolute safety. This is the reason why I have always been gentle with them. 】

[And now, it just gives me a chance to go further. 】

The Primarch smiled, a smile that reaffirmed ancient ruthlessness.

[Garadia, Farr and Thule, there are three forging worlds. Except for Thule who has secretly surrendered to me a long time ago, the remaining two choose one to be the leader of the forging worlds who came to participate in the action. The prizes, the Victor II Titan Legion, are also distributed to them, and then there is no need to give them more: they can take the technology and the origin of raw materials, but the forging worlds themselves can only be my trophies. 】

"What are you going to do with them?"

[A committee. 】

Morgan smiled coldly.

[A committee composed of Thule, as well as the remnants of Galadia and Farr, will be responsible for the rule of the entire triple galaxy. The original system will be completely abolished, and a new batch of foundry priests and bishops will be promoted. As for I have already thought of the most suitable candidate for the chairman of this committee, who is the supreme commander of the entire triple galaxy. 】

"Who is it? Rand?"

[No, he has other uses. 】

Morgan shook his head.

【It’s another person. 】

[A person I absolutely trust. 】

[She has a name I like. 】

"..."

【Morgan. 】

"...?"

Facing the Scion's confused gaze, the Primarch raised his head.

[Primarch of the gene and Archbishop of Triple Fal: Morgan. 】

[The history of Triple Fal as an independent existence will be ended, and it will exist completely as private property, my private property, and my personal territory. 】

"Annexing a Forge World? There's no way Mars would agree to that."

【Who cares about them? 】

Morgan sneered.

[Rana, this is the Far Eastern Frontier, my son. 】

[Here, I am responsible, I manage things, I give orders, and I implement them. 】

[So: They are all mine. 】

"But the Emperor's side..."

[Rana. 】

The primarch shook his head.

【Guess it……】

[That sentence just now: Who told me again? 】