Taking Leave (1)

"Uncle Ma, I'm back."

"Haha, it's good to be back, it's good to be back. Was the journey smooth?"

"Everything went smoothly, but I won't be back for very long this time. I'm mainly back to repair the warship and also to get some special supplies."

"After all, you know how annoying those Vermin in the Department of General Affairs are; my tasks have been scheduled for 50 years from now."

Curze simply lamented the difficulty of the task, but he would never suggest returning to handle Judiciary matters.

Because Curze knew very well that if he dared to ask, Malcador would definitely keep him, which was not what he wanted.

These kinds of things are just talk; as long as there's some goodwill involved, that's enough. There's no need to take them seriously; if you do, everyone will likely lose.

"Haha, young people always need more experience. As the Primarch, you should share more of the burden for the Imperium."

Uncle Ma is quite cunning.

They didn't forget to pull him back up, so they could go back into that quagmire.

But this time I have a backup plan.

"Yes, as Primarch, I think our brothers should also be familiar with Imperium affairs."

"That's why I called Sanguinius here. Not only can we train their governance skills, but we can also enhance their combat effectiveness—a win-win situation."

Malcador looked at Curze and then at Sanguinius; he was very satisfied with the Eight Brother and Ninth Brothers now.

This is more than killing two birds with one stone; it's killing three birds with one stone. Mr. Ma can finally rest.

"Uncle, I'd like to send officers of platoon rank and above from my Legion to the Adeptus Administratum for some training. I'm wondering if this will cause you any trouble, after all..."

"Haha, it's alright, it's alright. As long as you have the will, I will make sure your Scions are taken care of properly. It's all for the sake of the Imperium."

"As long as it can hone our skills for the Imperium, everything is worthwhile. Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

The situation is now a win-win situation; Curze is happy because he doesn't have to go back to his Office.

Sanguinius was also pleased, as he had originally thought it was Legion of over 100,000 men.

It would likely cause a lot of trouble to send all officers of platoon level and above into this program for training.

However, it now appears that Malcador, as the Imperium Chancellor, was indeed very capable.

With so many people, you can just arrange things as you please.

As for Malcador, he was the happiest.

Holiday!

That's Holiday, a golden Holiday!

In this way, everyone is happy, you're happy, I'm happy, and everyone benefits.

"Sanguinius, come with me, I'll take you to make the arrangements now."

"Also Curze, now that you're back, you can go see your father."

"Okay, I'll go in a bit."

Throne Room, Han Mingxuan had just left with Endymion.

A few minutes ago, Han Mingxuan arrived at the Throne Room.

"Your Emperor, I have come to resign."

"Resigning? You're going back to Nostramo?"

"My friend, although Malcador claims to be cracking down on Anti-Corruption in the Imperium's political system, I assure you in my own name that this will not affect you."

Alright, alright, you Huangpizi, you've been eavesdropping, haven't you?

When Macado said he wanted to Anti-Corruption, Han Mingxuan's first reaction was to return to Nostramo. Only he and Malcador knew about this; the Emperor could only have known by overhearing it.

"Don't be nervous, Your Emperor. I'm only going to Nostramo for a few days, and then I'll be heading to Solemnace."

"Solemnace? Is the Necrontyr about to reappear?"

"Yes, after all, he and I were originally allies. Now that I have the ability, it's natural for me to help him."

"Of course, that's no problem, my friend, but this only counts as you asking for leave, not saying goodbye."

Tsk.

"Your Emperor, listen carefully. Nostramo belongs to the Imperium, but I do not hold any official position here. Those titles you bestow upon me are worthless if I do not work here."

"Besides, I really have no desire to stay in this awful place called Terra. There's absolutely no scenery to speak of."

"Alright, but before that, there's something I need to discuss with you."

"What?"

"I want to make the New Nostramo a secondary capital for humanity, and I'll call it Earth."

Hearing the Emperor say this, Han Mingxuan was somewhat dazed.

"No, I can't agree to that."

Han Mingxuan was well aware that the Emperor's true intentions lay elsewhere.

Yes, the Emperor values New Nostramo very, very, very much.

However, as the former Super Cloudhammer, it is also the most heretical of the Heretics.

Han Mingxuan knew that the Emperor was the type of person who would use someone to the extreme if they were useful.

If you agree to let him establish Nostramo as the secondary capital of humanity.

So what happens to the remaining dozen or so planets in the Peaceful Star System?

Except for the metallic Planet Old Nostramo, all the other Planets were built according to the Earth template.

Then the Imperium Administration will issue another announcement, saying that in order to build a secondary capital, more than a dozen other Planets will need to be requisitioned.

Wouldn't that be utter nonsense?

"That's absolutely impossible, Your Emperor. Although I don't know why I was able to rebuild Earth in this world, I think you should know very well why."

"If the Imperium were to seize control of New Nostramo, do you think, given the current state of morale within the Imperium, Nostramo would still Nostramo?"

When Han Mingxuan was learning about Warhammer, he actually knew a certain concept.

In this world, the Homeworld is a truly magical place.

The fate of the Homeworld foreshadows the fate of those who emerge from Planet.

Just like in the original timeline, the Lion blew up Caliban, then slept for ten thousand years, and the Dark Angels even gave birth to Inner Circle Superman.

Angron's Homeworld Daemonhood destroyed; the Eighth Legion defected; and the Homeworld was destroyed.

These are all facts that cannot be ignored.

Therefore, Han Mingxuan dared not allow the Imperium to lay a hand on Nostramo.

"Okay, I was just assuming. Have a safe trip, my friend."

"Of course. By the way, after Angron returns, I'll invite him to Nostramo. You can bring your children along when you have time."

"I will definitely go."

Emperor's lifelong dream is nothing more than to sit at the same table and eat with his Scions, and because of Han Mingxuan's existence, this dream can be realized almost at any time.

Although he had experienced this once or twice before, the Emperor did not want to miss any opportunity, as each experience was invaluable.

Goodbye then.

"Goodbye."

Watching Han Mingxuan leave, the Emperor felt he could begin preparing for that plan.

Old Han, my friend, the fate of humanity rests on my shoulders, and on yours as well.

Han Mingxuan and Endymion outside the door, left, and soon after, Malcador arrived.

"My lord."

"My old friend, what brings you here today?"

There are a few things I need to discuss with you.

"Oh?"

"So far, the Eighth Legion has played a very significant role in the Imperium Judicial System. Therefore, I would like to involve the other Astartes in the governance of the Imperium as well."

"Now is not the time, my friend."

"But nothing waits for us to be ready before we set off, and I think you won't refuse the person I recommend."

"Who?"

"Sanguinius."