Chapter 391 Interlude Soltavitz's Doubts and (End)

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 rest of the Soldiers will be kept within an appropriate context."

"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."

"Do you really think that you are too weak to do anything, so you are hiding here so low-key, and are you planning to do some... daily mundane tasks besides war?"

"Of course? In such a crisis-ridden universe, our size... don't tell anyone. Although this may seem a bit prestige to others, the empire is a skinny camel bigger than a horse," Lamizane replied matter-of-factly, "We don't care. It is still small compared to the Empire or Chaos. Even if we just want to live freely, this depth is not enough for us, so I still need to build a new... empire."

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.

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

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

"A new empire? Your Highness, may I ask, is this what I think it means?"

"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? "

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

"This is very important," Lamizane raised a finger. "Resources, or in other words, money, food, logistics... war is about logistics, Sol, plundering will not last long after all. If you just rely on others, one day others will not be able to rely on you. You must rely on yourself. You must rely on yourself to build a new, An invisible empire will do - make it big enough before anyone notices it."

"invisible……?"

"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."

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?"

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

"Very good! Then, I will talk to Rilanor, Loken, Mortug and Macaog respectively later... and about Lucius, you may need to know some additional knowledge about his maintenance. …”

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 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.

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

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

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

"Stupid boy, you're asking for trouble. Ramizane has the best perception of details I've ever seen. One of his past entertainment activities when he was slacking off every day was to read books and then find clues to connect together and think about it. And... hehe... it may be difficult to define whether the dragon killed by the pile of old bones on the throne is a real dragon, but Ramizane's dragon-slaying skills here are real dragon-slaying skills."

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

"Not completely." The dog glanced at him, "He must know enough, be unbiased, and be able to judge the credibility and development of facts to think independently... This alone is rare. In fact, there should be only 'a few people' in the galaxy who can know the specialties and hidden secrets of all the legions, so almost no one dares to think from that perspective like him. - The most important thing is that he loves me, and it is unshakable."

An indescribable expression appeared on Malcador's old face.

"Also, Sol Tarvitz's mental stability is pretty good," the Primarch of Border Mu transmitted the monitoring data to Malcador from another panel, "You've taken a fancy to him, right? But I want to remind you, don't go too far with those under-the-table tricks 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 extra one now. I'll make up for it for you."

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

" Haha, indeed, I also experienced the Makkado Rebellion, do you want to hear about it? "

"Now that you can even mention this casually, it seems that the overflow of Lord Ramizane's power 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 the overflow can no longer be controlled, so I can only go with the flow-follow his wishes and take it one step at a time.--At this time, all I can say is that there will always be a way out when the car reaches the mountain. "