Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 147 139. Malcador, I thank you
Hades is looking helplessly at these so-called "highly educated people" in front of him.

"My lord, I am their current leader."

A chubby greasy man said to Hades in a flattering tone.

Behind him was a large group of people whose clothes were a bit tattered, but still could not hide their gorgeousness.

Hades felt like an angry symbol had burst out of his head.

He deliberately let go of the supervision and construction of Star Ring, as well as the population migration and registration of Babarus, just to come here to welcome the people Malcador sent him.

Not long ago, the weapons and fleet funded by the emperor to Mortarion had just entered the port. Seeing the air of luxury and wealth emerging from those transport ships, Hades couldn't help but look forward to a Malcador. .

But it turns out that it's you, Malcador.

Looking at the crowd of refugees in a spaceship, Hades fell into deep doubts about his life.

If I knew it earlier, I would ask the emperor to ask for it.

But in fact, Hades knew that Malcador was in charge of most of the administration of the empire. If Hades really asked the emperor, there was a high probability that Malcador would execute the order in the end.

Hades gritted his teeth thinking.

But this matter, Malcador also has difficulties. The key departments of Terra also have a huge demand for talents. He himself does not think there are too many people, so how can he send talents to a more remote planet.

Even if it is the parent star of the original body, it will not work.

So Malcador decisively issued an edict to the Storm Star Field where Barbarus was located, to collect the sinful noble children from various planets.

In this way, Hades received a bunch of "educated people" who failed in local politics, were convicted of dereliction of duty, or were about to be executed for corruption and bribery.

Just say that they are illiterate, whether they have received higher education or not.

Hades scolded Malcado in his heart.

This can be regarded as overplaying interpretation.

The middle-aged man in front of Hades saw that the lord of the legion ignored him, but he was not in a hurry. He kept his skillful smile and stood beside Hades, neither humble nor humble, waiting.

His name is Fowler, and he was originally an executive of the Hive City. He was sheltered by a big family and was able to reach this position. But later, the big family he was attached to needed a scapegoat for the death penalty, and Fowler was pushed out directly.

Fowler was not annoyed, since the day he was given asylum, he already knew his end, so Fowler never kept too much savings for himself, spent money when he had money, and did not start a family, thinking that he was going to prison I have no regrets before.

But he didn't expect that a word from those top figures would cause him to be roughly dragged out of the prison by those guards and stuffed into the fleet headed for Barbarus.

It's good to live a little longer.

It's just that the lord in front of him now looks very annoyed, and Fowler can tell that this lord doesn't welcome their group of down-and-out nobles.

There is a high probability that this lord has been secretly tricked by the people above, and there is no way to say it, so he can only suffer from being dumb.

Fowler tried his best not to look so unpleasant, and sighed in his heart. As the person in charge who was temporarily picked out by those people, he would probably be unlucky.

Fowler had glimpsed the adults of these legions before, and they were very angry, and they didn't take them mortals at all.

However, the adult opposite him froze for a moment, and asked in a voice that couldn't distinguish his emotions,
"Your name?"

"Fowler, my lord, my name is Fowler."

Hardy paused, suppressing his desire to cut Malcador,
"Okay, Fowler, tell me the history of this group of people."

Fowler was flattered. It is very rare for an adult to be so reasonable and not express emotions. The few strands of hair left on his head fluttered, and then he hurriedly said what he knew,
"My lord, most of our people are nobles from the Storm Star Region, all of them are of the High Gothic language family. They were convicted for various reasons, but now they are transferred to you."

Very good, they are all guilty, Hades has now guessed Malcador's plan.

He decided to take back his sympathy for Malcador who was bullied by Mortarion on Mars.

Education is key, but find a bunch of misbehaving
Hades felt himself getting angry again.

"guilty?"

Hades asked slowly,
The low-pitched words of the death guard swayed like ripples, and the crowd who had made some small movements just now were instantly as quiet as a tomb.

"Yes, my lord."

The murderous aura that Hades burst out just now made Fowler feel his knees soften, and he knelt down directly.

Fowler's kneeling awakened the crowd, and the crowd who were almost suffocated by fright immediately knelt down.

But the behavior of these nobles made Hades feel a little helpless.

It's not their fault either,

what.

Malcador, you fucking! ! !

Although he was guilty, Hades couldn't kill them all. He had to let them work, but he had to sift through the scum first, and find supervision for the behavior of these people behind.

"Don't kneel."

The crisp little girl's voice interrupted the silence.

Hades sighed and turned his head. Sure enough, it was Little Herrera again.

Because the food of the death guard was good, and Jin Zai consciously separated the two siblings, little Herrera's anti-psychic energy field has been rapidly improved during this period.

She even learned the "stealth" skill of the untouchable without a teacher.

Finding that little Herrera suddenly became difficult to find, Jin quickly reported the anomaly to Hades.

Hades looked at little Herrera, he seemed to remember that the skill of stealth seemed to be a skill that only the very powerful nuns of silence could master.
Realizing that little Herrera's anti-psychic energy field has reached a certain level, Hades decided to take care of the baby himself.

Of course, still stocking.

It is to tie a positioning mark to the little girl, and then tell little Herrera where she can move. If she exceeds the specified activity area, an automatic alarm will be issued.

And if something happened to Little Herrera, she could go to Hades.

Harder, who is relatively quiet, voluntarily studied in the database, and little Herrera, who didn't want to read books, was very boring, so he would bother him from time to time.

Hades scratched his chin, suddenly realizing that no one had ever taught young Herrera not to talk when adults were doing things.

The native Babarus obviously did not understand the behavior of these nobles. She just knew that she could not kneel down based on her experience on Babarus.

By the way, other Babarus children will not be at this level.
Hades gasped as he suddenly realized that seemed to be the case.

The death guards of Babarusian descent were trained in military discipline by Mortarion back then. Usually, there are no such rules in those small villages.

Everyone is living in a mess, and the people from the stronghold may be more relevant.

But it's just a matter of "like".

"Little Herrera,"

Hades opened the private communication channel and said seriously,

"If people are doing business, you can't interrupt."

"You can't speak without authorization."

"Oh, sorry."

Little Herrera froze for a moment, and realized what she had done wrong. She started sneaking, then covered her mouth with one hand, and obediently walked to Hades to stand beside her.

Fowler on the side continued to kneel, trembling and not knowing what happened.

In his line of sight, a girl suddenly appeared at the side, and then disappeared without any reason!
It's so weird!Is that a ghost?

Fowler was trembling all over, and his belly was trembling. Although he was not afraid of death, he was afraid of ghosts!
Fear made Fowler subconsciously ignore the relaxed aura around Hades.

"Get up."

Hades sighed silently,
"Now, line up, everybody go over there and register."

"Write down your name, age, original planet, crime, or how you came here."

"write clearly."

"Whoever lies about his past"

Hades stopped talking, and he watched with satisfaction as the group of people tremblingly rushed over to line up.

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