Sigismund (2)

Seeing the look of sudden realization in Sigismund's eyes, Defensio patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction.

"So? Have you figured it out yet?"

"Honestly, brother, to become this strong without implanting Gene-seed, only the Eighth Army in the entire Imperium could do that."

"That's why the other Legions are never giving up. When will they realize that the Gene-seed is useless against us?"

"Especially the White Scars, at least they found some good candidates during the last recruitment, otherwise we wouldn't have peace of mind."

The way White Scars tried to drug Sandamel during their first meeting was still incredibly memorable, even after more than a decade.

"Isn't there still the First Legion?"

"Don't even mention that, Sigismund. At least we can talk about the White Scars, but we'd rather avoid the First Legion like the plague."

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Come on, let me treat you to some snacks."

Sigismund was then taken to the Food Street, where he met Trazyn.

"Does Lord Trazyn not pay for his meal?"

"Trazyn is the owner here. What kind of payment do you make for meals?"

"He originally leased this Food Street to satisfy his own appetite. As long as he's satisfied with his food, the Food Street will be rent-free for ten or twenty years."

"You can do that?"

"Absolutely! Let's go, this meal is on Trazyn's tab."

Is it really okay to do this?

"Trazyn spoke for us personally, and we have all the evidence."

"Evidence?"

Sigismund was still a little confused when he saw Defensio swagger past.

"Trazyn, would you mind treating my friend and me to this meal?"

"You're just expecting me to treat you like this?"

"Hehe, it's my first time bringing friends over, please be lenient with me."

"Alright, since you're my student, go ahead."

"Alright, long live Trazyn!"

Seeing Defensio's series of moves, the Sigismunds were dumbfounded.

Sigismund, are you alright?

"Oh, it's nothing."

"Then have some Liuliu Mei, it's delicious."

Sigismund awkwardly accepted the snack from Defensio; it did taste quite good, but it also sparked his doubts.

"Aren't you Judges? Won't this have negative consequences?"

"What's wrong with that? Judges need to make a living too, don't they? We're human beings first, after all. Besides, it's nothing for an elder in the family to give a younger member a free meal."

"To be honest, brother, I'm still finding it a little difficult to adjust."

"That's because you've never had a good life." Defensio shook his head helplessly.

To be honest, among all the Legions in the entire Imperium, there are very few that have the strongest sense of human Legion.

The Sixth Legion consists of space Vikings, the Eighth Legion consists of normal humans, the Ninth Legion consists of angels, and the Salamanders goes without saying.

As for the White Scars?

The Fifth Legion sometimes speaks in such roundabout ways that it's hard to understand them.

This is a case of suffering from being too highly educated.

For Sigismund, the following period of life was nothing short of a dream.

Of course, Sigismund himself set excessively high standards for himself.

After a few days of leisure, Sigismund immediately went to the Saviour Building and asked to be given a job.

"Sigismund, you're here on vacation, not looking for work."

Curze was also at a loss for words with this honest kid.

Why are the Seventh Legion members as Dorn as Dorne?

"My lord, this place is beautiful, everything here is beautiful, but I can't just leave like this..."

"Alright, alright, Sevatar!"

Curze was also getting a headache from Sigismund's whole talk of honor and dedication. Why bring up such lofty things when you can just enjoy a vacation?

He decided to leave this troublesome matter to Sevatar.

"The Boss, you were looking for me?"

"Take Sigismund down there and show him around, anywhere is fine."

"No problem."

"Let's go, Sigismund."

"This... this isn't in compliance with regulations, is it?"

Sigismund is genuinely a bit stunned right now.

The main reason is that the Eighth Legion I saw in Nostramo was very different from the Eighth Legion I saw outside of Nostramo.

The difference is like night and day.

Outside of Nostramo, the Eighth Legion is undoubtedly the Imperium's sharpest blade: fair, calm, and wise.

But the Eighth Legion we see in Nostramo now cannot be described as undisciplined; rather, they live too freely and too enthusiastically.

"Come on, treat this place as a vacation. If you're really bored and have nothing to do, we can go to the training ground to stretch our muscles."

Training ground.

For Sigismund, this was the only relatively serious place he had heard of since arriving in Nostramo.

For the Seventh Legion Space Marines, the recent period of time spent doing nothing but buying houses and eating out had been far too leisurely.

"Okay, let's go to the training ground."

Seeing Sigismund's barely suppressed excitement, Sevatar knew that the men of the Seventh Legion had never had a good life.

"Okay, if you say training ground, then it's training ground."

Then Sevatar led Sigismund to a large door, pushed it open, and the two went inside. It was indeed a training ground, but it wasn't located in Nostramo.

After pushing open the door, you'll find yourself in a small, Dimensional Space specifically designed for training.

"Sevatar."

"What?"

I want to know the gap between you and me.

Huh?

"No way, Sigismund, I'm on vacation today."

Huh??

This left Sigismund somewhat bewildered.

He did want to test the difference between himself and the adjutant of the Eighth Legion in front of him, but since the man was on leave, it wouldn't be appropriate for him to force him to spar.

"How about this, I'll have one of our Legion's Assault Master train with you; he happens to be on duty today."

"Impetus?"

"Yes, it's Impetus. His individual combat ability is among the best in the Legion."

Currently, Aequus is leading a group of men on a mission outside, with only a small portion returning to relieve them.

So far, apart from myself and Talos, who's just passing by,

Impetus is the strongest, which should suit Sigismund's taste perfectly.

"I'm fine."

Sigismund had long heard that the Thirteen were all incredibly powerful, like monsters.

I'll give it a try today; I don't know how I compare to the Thirteen.

"Impetus, come here for a second."

"The Boss Sevatar, you wanted to see me?"

"Sigismund is going to test his strength. You spar with him, but be careful not to hold back."

"Hey the Boss, is this considered outsourcing?"

"Do you believe I'll make you lie here?"

"Alright, alright, you're the Boss, you're in charge."