A Big Hat

"Everyone has worked hard. The Department of General Affairs has prepared some benefits for everyone. You need to line up to collect them now."

In Malcador's Office, Han Mingxuan brought Curze there, and casually dismissed everyone else with a single sentence.

However, these people didn't really trust Han Mingxuan; they instead looked at Malcador.

"Since the Minister of General Affairs is so kind, then everyone should go. And please bring back my share too."

After almost everyone had left, the only people left in the Office besides Han Mingxuan and his son were Malcador and his two apprentices.

"I'm here today to have you sign a transfer order, transferring the Eighth Legion to the Department of General Affairs."

"Let the Eighth Legion help you relieve some of the pressure by escorting the Barge to the front lines."

"Old Han, you mean you want Curze to take his Legion to the front lines?"

Malcador, however, showed little interest in Han Mingxuan's suggestion.

Are you kidding me?

Curze and his 5,000 subordinates are all genuine, top-notch Judiciary professionals.

Not just talented, but exceptionally talented.

Having finally managed to get rid of the most unspeakable mess— the Imperium Judicial System — Malcador is unlikely to take it back easily.

"Who said I was going to send him to the front lines? I meant to transfer the Eighth Legion to the Department of General Affairs, under my command, just like Perturabo."

"Send them to deliver supplies. The key is supplies, not the front lines, understand?"

What Han Mingxuan said was actually quite insightful.

If anyone knew that the Legiones Astartes was transporting the supplies, wouldn't they be the first to report and rush to have that team deliver them?

If this team is sent to deliver supplies, they will bring not only supplies, but also support—military support!

Therefore, Han Mingxuan only emphasized sending supplies, never emphasizing going to the front lines.

His only responsibility was to make the Eighth Legion a transport brigade for delivering supplies; as for the rest, the brothers at the front would take care of it.

"Aren't you still under my jurisdiction?"

You're the Minister of Department of General Affairs, and I'm the Imperium Chancellor.

If I say no, then no. Not even the King of Heaven himself can change my mind.

"Then let me ask you, Old Ma, you're well aware of the friction between Mortals forces and Astartes forces within the Imperium circle right now, aren't you?"

"It was inevitable."

"Then let me ask you again, how much of the supplies allocated from the Department of General Affairs Logistics Department to the front lines actually reached the hands of the army?"

"We guarantee 100% supply."

"How much was wasted during this period?"

50%

"So that means that every time supplies need to be delivered to the front lines, at least 150% of the resources must be guaranteed, right?"

"Yes."

Losses incurred during the journey and due to unforeseen circumstances must all be factored in.

Moreover, this involved layers of exploitation by Imperium officials.

This portion of the loss must also be taken into account.

"So you're just going to let these extra 50% of resources go to waste?"

"I can't help it, Old Han. The Imperium is too big; there are many things beyond our control."

"Then wouldn't you become the Imperium Vermin?"

???

!!!

What?!

"Please watch your words, Minister of General Affairs."

"Don't give me that official talk, young man from Astartes."

The two Astartes standing behind Malcador were experiencing that absurd shock for the first time.

"Old Han, I never imagined you'd say something like Horus."

"That's not my problem. Before, it was because the Department of General Affairs's supply team didn't have the optimal solution, but now I've provided the optimal solution."

If there's no optimal solution Old Ma you're just making do with what you have, then I can only say that your conditions aren't right.

But now that we have the optimal solution, if you don't use it, then you're Head of the Vermin.

Han Mingxuan had now completely blocked Malcador's escape route.

Promise it, Curze has run away, who will take charge of the Judicial System?

Han Mingxuan was unaware, but Malcador knew perfectly well that since the Evernight Judges Legion entered the Imperium Judiciary, the pressure on his side had decreased by a full 35%!

That's a third of the pressure!

This is why Malcador was willing to hand over all Judiciary power of the entire Imperium to the Eighth Legion.

Because if he hands over Judiciary power and only takes charge of administrative management, things become much simpler.

Moreover, if we're talking about the most gathering places of extraordinary individuals in the Imperium, then the Department of Justice definitely has the most.

As for whether it would be unfair to Curze?

Sorry, Astartes don't get tired, and neither do Primarch.

Moreover, Curze is still young, and it's the perfect time for him to hone his skills. Young people should be prepared to endure hardship.

Now it's all right.

Han Mingxuan, however, offered the optimal solution that could alleviate his pressure within the Administratum.

He couldn't refuse even if he wanted to, because it boiled down to two words: best.

But once this plan is implemented, who will have the Judiciary power?

Are they coming back again?

What kind of cosmic joke is this? How could I possibly take back a hot potato I'd just given away?

"Old Han, give me some time, no, five days."

"I'm only giving you five minutes. If you don't agree, I'll take Curze back right now."

"You can't be a jerk, Old Han, you're bullying an old man."

The two Astartes behind Malcador were dumbfounded; it was the first time they had ever seen their Teacher with such an expression.

It's like that feeling of an old man nearing retirement who doesn't want to do business and desperately tries to shirk responsibility to his colleagues.

The problem is that he holds a high position but can't push things out, which is really unfortunate.

"Don't try to act superior to me because you're older. Everyone knows you're considered young among the Perpetual; you're only a little older than me."

"I've already drafted the transfer order for the Eighth Legion. My seal and my name are ready. Now all that's missing is you, Xiangyin. Sign it."

Tsk.

At this moment, there was no one in Malcador's Office.

Or rather, apart from Han Mingxuan, there wasn't a single Mortals among them.

If they hadn't known that Han Mingxuan brought Curze along, it would have been purely to transfer the Eighth Legion there.

It was purely to provide an optimal solution and relieve the pressure on the Imperium Chancellor.

At this moment, their first reaction was that the father and son were definitely plotting a coup, trying to bring down the Imperium, and were shameless traitors.

Instead of a waiter opening the door, they were greeted by two Boltgun.

"Three minutes left."

"What about the Imperium Judiciary?"

"The Imperium Judiciary power needs to be divided among the 35% I currently control, with 15% being transferred back to your hands."

"After all, if I take the Evernight Judges Legion to the front lines to deliver supplies, the young men in the Midnight Reapers might run into problems due to their lack of Law expertise. I'll need your guidance, Uncle Ma."

15%?

No, no, that won't do.

"A maximum weight of 10%."

"13%, that's the final line, Uncle Ma."

"Okay, it's a deal."

"Alright, off to the front lines!"

Oh! What a tragedy!

You've asked for too much!