Horus's Proposal
"Uncle, as you know, Impetus's excellence is remarkable."
"Horus, I have no right to directly assign my Nephews anywhere."
"No, no, no, Uncle. I admire his loyalty, and I respect it. I will not allow a loyal and great warrior to break his oath."
"I just have something I'd like to discuss with you."
"What's up?"
Regarding conscription.
Conscription?
"This has absolutely nothing to do with me, Schoolteacher," Han Mingxuan said with a helpless smile.
"Here's the thing, please take a look at this first."
Horus then produced a document.
"This is... the Inquisition's establishment document? And it's still under the Department of General Affairs's name?"
According to this document, the Inquisition was initiated by the Department of Justice and is subordinate to the Department of General Affairs.
It is jointly managed by the Department of General Affairs's Special Transport Corps and the Department of Justice's Enforcement Division.
To put it bluntly, in the end, it's still Curze's in charge.
Moreover, looking at the detailed rules and regulations for the selection, Han Mingxuan couldn't help but nod.
"The requirements are indeed strict, but they are reasonable and well-founded. I didn't expect Curze to be so thorough; this is a good thing."
"Um... Uncle, I know Curze did a good job, but we're discussing recruitment right now."
"Then what does this have to do with the Inquisition?" Han Mingxuan asked with a smile.
"According to the Inquisition's selection process, all candidates are of the Eighth Legion and Nostramo-descended, and a large number of them will be eliminated during the selection process."
After Horus finished speaking, Han Mingxuan roughly understood.
This kid is trying to freeload off me.
In fact, Nostramo currently boasts the highest level of citizen and soldier quality among all Imperium of Man.
No wonder Horus was envious.
"Horus, I told you, I'm just a Schoolteacher. Everything on Nostramo is managed by Curze. You should go to him for military matters."
"My dear Uncle, please stop Passing the buck. I already spoke with Curze, and he's passed the buck to you."
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"It seems a lot has happened in these three years."
"Uncle, I don't want much, I only need 13%."
"Thirteen percent? That... is acceptable."
Over the years, Horus gained a very detailed understanding of Nostramo, and with the astonishing wisdom of his Primarch, he discerned a pattern.
In Nostramo, matters concerning numbers are generally based on 13.
Basically, apart from the standard timekeeping method used in the Imperium of Man, the unit is 13 in most cases.
That's why Horus said that.
"Alright, since that kid has passed the buck to me, I'll agree. But whether you can actually recruit the people is up to you."
"Of course, Uncle."
Horus may lack confidence in many other areas, but when it comes to recruiting people, he has plenty of confidence.
"That's settled then. After I finish my research in each Legion, I will go to Nostramo to discuss this matter."
"Alright, Uncle, take care. Please forgive me for not being able to see you off any further."
Not long after Han Mingxuan left, Horus dialed a secret communication line.
"My dear Sanguinius, things are settled on my end."
"As expected of you, Horus. I hope our other brothers will also have a chance." The Great Angel, far away in the Adeptus Administratum, smiled slightly.
I can't budge Thirteen-Person Group, but surely I can budge the Nostramo people?
Eight Brother, this time I've outsmarted you!
Han Mingxuan, who had left the XVI Legion's marching and defense zone, was unaware of these events.
He simply proceeded to the next Legion's defense zone.
That was the marching and defense zone of the World Eaters.
"Angron, it's been a long time." Han Mingxuan said with a smile as he arrived on the Flagship of the World Eaters.
"Haha, Uncle, it's been so long! I've missed you so much!"
Looking at Angron's current state, Han Mingxuan suddenly remembered something.
"Uncle, what are you thinking about?" Angron asked.
"Yes, I suddenly remembered I have a gift for you."
"Gift?"
"That's right."
Then Han Mingxuan took out a large drum.
"Is this... the big drum from Nuceria?"
Angron had a vivid memory of the drum in Han Mingxuan's hand.
When he faced that illusory demonic figure, the drumbeats gave him unparalleled inspiration, strength, and conviction.
"This drum was originally meant to be given to you after you returned to the Imperium, but I was just too busy and forgot about it."
"As you know, my mind isn't as sharp as it used to be in middle age. I happen to be doing research in various Legion right now, so I thought I'd give you this drum."
"Furthermore, I have another piece of music here that would perfectly complement your abilities."
Was that the drumbeat you played back then?
"That's right."
The drum tune that Han Mingxuan played back then wasn't something he did on a whim.
That was the Qin King Breaking the Battle Formation Music.
"Now I'll type it once, you write it down, and then you type it."
"Okay, Uncle."
Next, Han Mingxuan typed it out completely, Angron immediately memorized it.
In fact, now that Angron is free from the Butcher's Nails, he is not only a perfect psychologist, but also a perfect cultural worker.
After returning to the Legion, he demanded that his Scions not only be brave and skilled in battle, but also knowledgeable in poetry, culture, art, and philosophy, almost becoming another version of the Blood Angels.
"You learn very quickly, Angron."
"It's all thanks to your excellent teaching, Uncle. By the way, Uncle, does this drum have a name?"
"It's called the Demon-Slaying Drum."
"Eight hundred drumbeats thundered, sweeping away demons for three thousand miles."
"I've got it!"
"Okay, that's good." Han Mingxuan smiled, picked up a pen, and wrote the three characters on the drum.
"Thank you so much, Uncle."
"It's nothing, Angron. Making the most of resources is essential."
"Then I'll continue practicing."
"Great, this is perfect for me to relax," Han Mingxuan said with a smile.
"It's my pleasure, Uncle."
As Angron continued to practice, the officers of the World Eaters were drawn to him, and they gradually sensed the power and emotion in their father's drumbeats.
"Good!"
Everything was fine until suddenly a loud cheer erupted from the crowd.
The voice was loud and clear, and Han Mingxuan could hear its sharp edge and its indomitable courage.
But since he's not on the battlefield now, it means the owner of this voice has drawn himself into the music; he's a promising drummer.
"Who was shouting just now? Come out."
The officers silently made way, and in the middle stood a somewhat awkward man who scratched his head sheepishly.
"Khârn?" Angron looked at his Scions, somewhat surprised, yet finding it surprisingly reasonable.
Khârn was undeniably a formidable fighter, but his academic performance was truly appalling.