Transport Corps

"Do it first, then make mistakes, then correct them, and then keep doing it. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes, sir." Renato nodded.

But Nobilia, the older sister, still had questions.

"Sir, I have a question."

"Speak."

"Finally, you said we should raise questions, but what are we supposed to question?"

Hehehe.

"That's a very good question, but my answer remains the same: skepticism."

Question?

Nobilia considered some possibilities, some of which would likely result in him being chopped into minced meat.

What are you questioning?

Question.

Question everything!

The rules of the Imperium, the Laws of the Imperium, the authority of the nobility, even the elders of the family, the Chancellor of the Imperium, and even... questioning the Emperor!

More likely, they will question the Imperial Truth!

"Your mind works fast, but you still can't keep your composure."

Endymion was no longer affected by this; he had subconsciously shut down his five senses when Han Mingxuan spoke of these things.

After all, this gentleman dared to talk about how Emperors came to be, so his suggestion that these two young people learn to question was already a very mild statement.

"Sir, I..."

Don't tell me you're scared.

Afraid?

Will being afraid solve the problem?

Cannot.

So I had no choice but to go for it.

"I'm not afraid."

Even if you're afraid, you have to say you're not.

"That's right. Also, the content here is called 'Five Vermin'."

Five Vermin?

"Silkworms, also known as wood-boring insects."

Han Mingxuan gave a brief explanation and then accepted Gusalto's gift.

It wouldn't be right not to accept the apprenticeship gift; if he didn't accept it himself, Gusalto wouldn't feel at ease, especially since even Confucius charged tuition.

"Sir, there's one more thing."

Besides?

"What's up?"

"I think you need to know some recent news from the front lines."

"In fact, within the Imperium system, the power of Mortals has always been in conflict with the power of the Astartes."

"And the most direct manifestation of this conflict is in the area of logistics."

"Although the Great Crusade as a whole will not have any logistical problems, there will always be people causing trouble over the details."

"Therefore, friction often exists between the Space Marine Legion and officials of the Imperium Department of Internal Affairs."

"Especially after the Eighth Legion Primarch entered the Imperium Judicial System and completely took control of Judicial System, this friction began to become increasingly apparent."

"Are those people afraid?"

"Yes, they fear that superhumans will enter the power structure and take away the power they hold, and Lord Curze has indeed done just that."

"From the moment he entered the Imperium Judicial System, he spearheaded a Law reform across the entire Imperium Judiciary, primarily through the VIII Legion."

"Although the current proposals have been rejected time and again, this has undoubtedly made those in power extremely nervous."

"So, according to what's being said above, they want me to act as a buffer between Astartes and the Adeptus Administratum, is that right?"

"Yes."

He is the Father of Night, a Mortals, and also the Uncle of the Primarch, giving him influence in both the Mortals and Primarch systems.

It's obvious who authorized this.

"Looks like I didn't kick him hard enough."

Those Huangpizi are truly incorrigible.

He refused to go to Corax and didn't plan to contact Perturabo for the time being, and that guy immediately found him a new job.

No wonder nobody wants to associate with him except Malcador.

"Report!"

Um?

What a lively day!

One family just arrived, and now more people are coming.

"Come in."

"Salute to the Father of Night! We are here on guard duty!"

"Mr. Han's safety is the responsibility of the Adeptus Custodes, Astartes."

"We are merely carrying out the Primarch's orders, the Adeptus Custodes."

Mass-produced models and hand-crafted models are inherently incompatible.

"Alright, there are still guests here. Don't let them laugh at us."

"Tell me, did Curze send you two here for a reason?"

"Report! There's nothing unusual; the XIV Legion and Eighth Legion are simply having friendly exchanges today."

"Friendly exchange? Exchange inside the Octagon?" Han Mingxuan joked.

Han Mingxuan's words were indeed a joke, but to the two of them, they meant that he knew everything.

Seeing the two suddenly fall silent, Han Mingxuan began to wonder if he was a jinx.

Seriously? That prediction came true.

"Let's go to the military camp. Those two fighting, we don't want them to destroy it."

Han Mingxuan and his group arrived at the military camp. As soon as they entered, Han Mingxuan saw Curze fighting Mortarion.

It was a complete and utter domination.

The situation was the same in the other Octagons, except for the Octagon where Curze and Mortarion were located.

Agrid used Typhus as a punching bag, while Cyrion kept Garro busy dealing with him.

"Wow, it's quite lively here," Han Mingxuan said with a smile.

Uncle, what brings you here?

"Didn't Curze send these two young men to stand guard? I asked around and found out you guys were sparring here, so I came to check it out."

Those two rascals never know how to keep their mouths shut; let them continue training in the Octagon for a while longer.

Because the two of them failed to keep their secret well, their Octagon training period will be extended indefinitely.

"How long has this been going on?"

"It's been almost two hours since it started."

"Stop."

Dad?

Uncle?

Why is he here?

The group left the Octagon, with the XIV Legion Corps members all sustaining injuries.

It's covered in bruises.

"Aren't you afraid of things escalating into a real fight?"

"This is just a necessary sparring match, Uncle, and it's just a warm-up."

"Yeah, Dad, it's just a warm-up, how could it possibly escalate into a real fight?"

Han Mingxuan remained silent, somewhat speechless.

It would be more convincing if we ignored Mortarion's bluish-black eyes.

However, what the two brothers said was true.

They are Primarch; it's not uncommon for them to fight for two hours, but for months at a time.

"Alright, alright, you two, that's enough for warming up. You'd be better off saving that energy for fighting Xenos on the battlefield."

"I wanted to too, Dad, but the Emperor simply placed our entire Legion under the Judicial System."

"Imperium Law won't let me change anything, so they make me judge those cases they can't handle. I might as well go to the front lines and be a common soldier."

Tsk.

I didn't expect the Emperor to apply the Primarch positioning strategy to Curze so quickly.

However... it's not a good idea to keep Curze's Legions here modifying files.

It's a real waste that a bunch of hot-blooded young men aren't fighting on the front lines.

"In that case, I'll write a transfer order and put your entire Legion in the Department of General Affairs."

"You wear many hats; besides your work within the Judicial System, you are also responsible for transporting war supplies."

"From now on, you will be the Department of General Affairs's Special Transport Corps. Firstly, you will be able to provide logistical support, and secondly, you will be able to go to the battlefield."