Fulgrim, who was far away on the front line of Great Crusade, sneezed and felt as if something bad was talking about him.
"What's wrong with you Ful, I didn't know Primarch would still be sick. Could it be that the battle just now affected you?"
Ferrus Manus, who had a resolute face, looked at his friend worriedly, then casually picked up a piece of carefully cooked meat and put it into his mouth. After chewing for a while, he couldn't help but sigh that the food cooked by Blackwatch was delicious.
Ever since the brother he had never met returned, each legion's internal view of this group of dwarfs had changed, from the original contempt to the current love.
After all, Blackwatch's service is indeed attentive. Although they are not keen on fighting, having them as logistics can greatly improve the morale and material allocation of the troops.
This made Lord of Iron have a great impression of Hogg, and Fulgrim also changed his opinion.
The flawless the Phoenician smiled, his purple eyes reflecting the happy face of his friend across from him, which made him take a sip of wine.
"It's nothing Ferrus. Maybe I'm not used to this kind of strange food. After all, the toad meat slices that can explode in your mouth are still too advanced."
"Haha, you will get used to it Ful, I have to say they are very delicious, and natural selection is the rule of the world, isn't it!"
"Come and drink to Great Crusade's victory!"
"Cheers."
In the secret room, Emperor, who had regained his composure, was playing chess with Malcador. Next to him was Hogg, who had been severely beaten. This was not because Hogg was caught spreading rumors, but because he had committed an old habit again.
Hogg, who was so happy just now, didn't pay attention and accidentally mentioned Emperor, saying that Fulgrim completely inherited the genes of Emperor.
At the end, there was a sentence: "Like father, like son. If the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam is crooked." This is clearly talking about Emperor's original scandal, and it also attracted the hatred of Malcador.
You can imagine the following plot. The talkative Hogg was beaten by a mixed double. Adeptus Custodes who was standing guard outside heard this, some were happy and some were worried. The leader Kitten's face turned green.
You have to ask why Hogg doesn't fight back. After all, not many Primarch can beat him now, but how can he fight these two on the opposite side?
Not to mention Emperor, Primarch, a "mere mortal" like Malcador, has to kneel down. His psychic power beat Hogg with real injuries. It is not a fuel-efficient lamp that can leave a mark in the history of Imperium.
Hogg's gossip reminded Malcador that although Imperium has its own intelligence personnel, it does not have a complete department to conduct intelligence spying and internal monitoring.
This gave Malcador the idea to coordinate efforts and create a department. At this time, he was discussing this matter with Emperor, and Emperor also agreed to his request.
Two old friends were discussing the composition of the new department, and they were having a great time chatting. Hogg, who was eavesdropping on the side openly, felt that something was wrong.
According to the departments envisioned by Malcador, they are clearly Officio Assassinorum and Inquisition. If these two departments are established, the one who will be injured in the end will definitely be himself.
After all, Hogg's background is indeed not clean. He engages in Eldar, plays Zerg, and develops Xenos technology. He even eats Xenos. The only difference is that it says "I am not clean" on his forehead.
So when I heard Hogg here, I stopped talking about it and quickly expressed my thoughts, otherwise I wouldn't even be able to take a hot bite of shit.
"Old Mal! What do you think of our Blackwatch?"
"With our fast transportation methods and amazing resistance to Warp, we are completely suitable for espionage missions! Besides, we don't like to be a line-filler, so this job is for me!"
Although what Hogg said was reasonable, Emperor knew as soon as he heard it that he had no good intentions. If this supervision department was put in his hands, he might be in trouble.
What's more, who in Imperium doesn't know that Blackwatch has a little secret? They rely on their Eldar little brother to run around. Even if they have to use Warp to navigate, their own resistance greatly reduces the chance of getting lost.
Therefore, even if they knew that part of the goods would be eaten, everyone would admit it. After all, the little they swallowed was much less than what they lost, and they regarded it as hard-earned money.
If you exchange your hard-earned money for high-quality service and fast efficiency, you won't suffer any loss.
This is something that Imperium's senior executives all know tacitly, and Blackwatch are also very measured in doing things, taking only half a percent each time, and taking care of everything from top to bottom.
The most ridiculous thing is that if you calculate carefully, you will find that the number of goods will increase invisibly according to this method of transportation, which is simply evil.
To this day, Administratum, who is under the jurisdiction of Malcador, does not know how much Hogg earns from shipping goods, but what Malcador and Emperor can confirm is that Hogg is very rich.
Hogg, who looked majestic and upright, didn't know that his little plan had been discovered, and he was still pretending to be innocent. The two old guys looked at each other and understood what they were thinking.
"Explore his bottom and see how much this kid has eaten" X2
Emperor asked first, "Don't even think about touching the supervision department. This department must be under the command of Malcador. But since you like shipping goods so much, I can give you a good job, but you have to answer a question."
Hearing that Old Man Yellow did not give him a chance to infiltrate Inquisition, but threw out a sweet date, Hogg was not disappointed and quickly asked what the job was. After all, he could make money just by transporting goods.
"Old Man Yellow What do you want to ask? We agreed not to ask about things related to the future. After asking the rest of us, just finish it. Don't even think about my privacy. This is my personal matter."
"Don't worry, I'm not an idiot like you. Now Imperium's strength is growing day by day, as if it's full of vitality. How desperate can I be to ask you about the future?
I just want to ask you a question, how much has your kid earned in the past few decades? Malcador and I have done statistics, but we still can't figure it out. What is your success rate in transportation?"
I knew that these two Hogg, who had not been able to hold it back, were immediately asked. You must know that this question is completely the root of Hogg. If it is known, what is he doing?
With a look of reluctance, Hogg turned around and ran away, but even with all his strength, he couldn't push open the door to the secret room. Emperor directly dragged him over and pushed him into the sofa.
Seeing that he couldn't escape, Hogg said reluctantly, "Not much, our success rate is only 60%, but this is our hard-earned money, you can't take it away."
"You're still not honest! Tell me the truth about how many percent it is."
Hearing this, Hogg held back tears. He made a shaky seven sign, then lay down on the sofa and cried loudly.
Emperor and Malcador were immediately shocked by the 70% that Hogg said. They instantly calculated the proportion eaten by Hogg, which was an astronomical figure.
No wonder this bitch didn't charge a penny and still had the ability to support other Primarch. It turns out the big head is here.
Emperor, who had calculated clearly, didn't say much. After all, Hogg didn't send these supplies to foreign enemies, so he just treated them as a left hand and a right hand.
"Don't worry, kid, we won't take your hard work money. The errand I give you is very simple, that is to collect taxes!"
Hogg, who thought it was some kind of hard work, was confused. He suddenly felt that it was not good to get involved with the supervision department. Is Old Man Yellow a fool? Let me collect taxes!
"Old Man Yellow, are you sure you want me to collect taxes?"
"Nonsense, aren't you just going to collect taxes? Don't tell me you can't do such a small thing."