"What? Me? You can't be joking!"
After what happened last time, Malice had become an outcast. Even Erda, who had once spent so much time with her, wanted nothing to do with her. She was now on Catachan with Bear Grylls, training those so-called Penal Legion soldiers.
As for whether those so-called Penal Legion soldiers could survive long enough to reach the battlefield, Malice thought it unlikely. Even if they finished training and were sent to the front, their faith was hardly loyal, and the few strips of cloth on their bodies were completely useless. In short, they were being tortured and sent to their deaths.
Looking at Hogg, who had brought two brats over to her, Malice really wanted to refuse. But then she thought of what Amelia had said earlier and nodded:
"Fine, but are you sure you want me to teach them? That shard is useless. I'm still as unlucky as ever, and I might never make a fortune in my life."
Sometimes Hogg wondered why all these people at the head of the Imperium had something wrong with them. Had Old Man Yellow destroyed the Galaxy in his previous life? Surely he hadn't gotten a bad review for selling hooks!
Extending his palm, brimming with Psionic Energy, Hogg used his "touch someone and make them stupid" trick. As he patted Malice's dog-like head, he lowered her intelligence and kept talking her around:
"What you did before really was stupid. If I hadn't recovered those so-called lucky charms, who knows how many soldiers would have gone to the Golden Throne because of them? Even so, the loss of seventy-two merchant ships says it all.
"Forget about making a fortune. Didn't I tell you before? Blackwatch has plenty to spare. As long as you don't try to start