Chapter 212 Leaving and Ending Each Other

After a grand, farce-like clamor, with the departure of the fleet, Amara's orbit returned to silence, and the people here were left with only a mess.

The big show in the capital of the Orpheus Sector could not continue without the protagonist.

The big guys were still busy thinking about where the problem was and had no time to care about other things;

The small guys were also unable to change the reality, and only countless rumors were circulated throughout the sector, making a fuss.

Admiral Juan had left Amara and was on his way back to the front line;

Governor Harold also left with a half-smile after seeing the current situation;

Only Margarita, the high-ranking judge of the Inquisition, was still thinking with her head down, unable to get rid of the aftermath of the big show for a long time.

In the back hall of the reception hall, the atmosphere in the conference room was extremely depressing.

Margarita sat alone in the empty conference room. Although her face was still calm, her mood was extremely bad.

The two low-level judges stood at the door and did not go in, quietly waiting for her order.

As her apprentices and attendants, they have followed her for decades.

Knowing their master, they did not dare to provoke her anger at this time.

Yes, the person who was most confident in keeping these Astartes in this meeting should be her.

Whether it is the authority of the Inquisition behind her, or the practice of conscription as a special privileged class in the empire.

As a high-level judge, Margarita's influence on the Astartes should be much higher than that of the navy and the unknown local nobles who are not subordinate to each other.

But in this context, the fleet of the Astartes regiment completely ignored her conscription.

This is not only a disregard for the majesty of the Inquisition, but also a denial of her personal authority.

And this is not the most serious problem.

The most serious problem is that after ignoring the orders and invitations of the three parties, those warships actually obeyed the order of a Grey Knight strike cruiser to leave.

And this cruiser belongs to the Inquisition!

What is going on?

Margarita's fingers clenched unconsciously, her white fingertips and joints creaked, and her beautifully decorated nails dug deep into the flesh of her palms.

The severe pain stimulated her nerves, and blood had already flowed out and flowed down the corner of the table, but she didn't care about this and was still thinking rapidly:

Who?

Who?

Who has this authority?

Why don't I know?

"Elliot!"

"I'm here! My Lord!"

She called out to one of her apprentices loudly, and the latter also responded to her call from the door.

"Forget it, it's okay." She thought about it and gave up driving the apprentice to conduct a blind investigation.

That would not solve the problem, but would only cause more ridicule in the eyes of her peers.

She had no doubts about the apprentice's loyalty and ability, but even she herself could hardly judge this matter, let alone this apprentice.

Elliot returned to the door in silence and confronted another apprentice.

The other person pointed at his left hand with concern. It seemed to have been injured recently. He could always see Elliot rubbing it unconsciously.

Feeling the concern of his classmates, Elliot smiled naively, and then pointed his eyes at the teacher in the room:

Indicating that something big might happen, this little injury is not worth mentioning...

Margarita was still immersed in her own thoughts.

The hero list of the senior members of the Alien Tribunal working in Orpheus was turned over in her mind, and the voices and smiles of people representing various classes, directions and rights flashed in her mind one by one.

She really didn't know how there could be someone among these people who could bypass her and order these Astartes.

Unless, he was not here.

She followed the battleship belonging to the Demon Tribunal again, and recalled her communication and exchanges with the members of the Demon Tribunal.

Among these people, there was no one who could surpass her in authority.

Who could it be?

The people on that battleship? Impossible!

If the Grey Knights had this power, what would the Tribunal do?

They were originally subordinate armed forces of the Demon Tribunal.

No matter how high the authority is, it is impossible for him to bypass her and order other armed forces!

He is just a messenger! Then who else?

The air constant temperature system in the conference room works normally, and the indoor temperature is constant at 22 degrees, which is a suitable temperature that will not be cold or hot even in formal clothes.

But in such a temperature, Margarita became more and more terrified.

The body under the red robe symbolizing power could not help but start to shiver.

What is she doing!

As long as she thought that in the jurisdiction that she had worked hard for nearly a hundred years, there was actually a high-ranking person in the same system hidden.

And this high-ranking person watched her jump up and down for a hundred years, and watched her various power struggles coldly without saying a word.

He had been hiding in the dark until today, this critical moment, when he suddenly appeared.

Then he used this cold fact to completely deny her efforts, telling her that all her efforts and rights were just castles in the air, and all that was left in her heart was fear!

No! It's not like that!

She forced herself to calm down so as not to fall into endless self-doubt.

If such a person really existed, he would never have waited until today!

If what I have done over the years were really exposed, I would have died countless times!

There must be other high-level members entering from outside, and she failed to notice it in time!

Margarita, who recognized the reality, let out a long breath, but then tensed up again.

Well, I have to think about my retreat.

Although this is not the worst case, the impact of this change is equally dangerous to her!

She must find a way to clean up her behavior over the years, and the sooner the better.

Otherwise, when this person returns to the star zone, it will be the day she surrenders!

Margarita began to sort out her thoughts, preparing to sort out a clue from her past heretical behavior, so as to facilitate the subsequent cleansing and silencing.

The cleanup plan must be meticulous enough, and the person who executes it must be reliable enough.

Only in this way can some people shut up forever while keeping quiet.

The affairs in her mind are too complicated. Margarita, who is nervous, is not in a hurry to return to the ship, and sits here to think.

But what she didn't notice was that one of the two apprentices who were originally silent at the door in the distance lowered his head and the corner of his mouth hidden in the shadows was slightly raised.

And between the fingers of this apprentice who was finely polishing, a mark of the Calidus Temple tattoo that only appeared in sweat was faintly visible in the fragmented light in the hall...

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