Teaching by Word and Example

"Simple, we can Passing the buck."

Old Nostramo possessed the political acumen of his predecessors, and his ever-reliable formula for Passing the buck remained intact.

"Aren't you afraid we'll be the ones being passed around like a football by Passing the buck in this kind of thing?" Magnus said.

Others might not know, but he knew it all perfectly well.

His Uncle had plenty of strength and resources.

"I think what Curze meant by 'Passing the buck' was actually being modest and yielding."

"That's right, the Great Angel is correct."

"No matter how my Dad changes, whether he's young or old, or what his position is, he has always considered himself a Teacher."

"Teacher is a profession that demands conscience; what Teachers impart to their students is always truth, goodness, and beauty."

"So, since the news came from my Dad would prefer to see us sit down and discuss it, rather than brothers fighting each other."

"However, Magnus also said that no matter how much we discuss it, there are only two final candidates for Warmaster: the Boss and the Old Sixteen."

"Curze, do you mean to escalate this matter?" Magnus asked.

"That's right, Magnus, you've hit the nail on the head."

"A Fa just said, Warmaster's fate is not good. If Warmaster's fate falls on either of them, the backlash from fate will be absolutely terrifying."

"Therefore, we still have a chance before the final selection of the Warmaster is made."

"Brothers, my suggestion is that you all take on the responsibility of Warmaster."

"Shared responsibility?"

"Yes, the Boss, you will become the Warmaster, and the brothers will all listen to you because you are the Big Brother, that's beyond question."

"If it were the Old Sixteen, things would become very complicated. After you become the Warmaster, we will coordinate and follow your operational arrangements. However, we will need to sign a contract."

"Contract?"

"Yes, we need to sign an ancient covenant, a covenant that will allow our brothers to share the fate that comes with the title of Warmaster."

"And this is precisely the responsibility of Warmaster that we brothers must shoulder behind the scenes."

After hearing Curze's plan, all the Primarch fell silent. It had to be said that Curze's plan was perfect.

There's no need for brothers to fight each other; the destiny represented by the Warmaster won't devour any of them.

This was the optimal solution that Curze had come up with after racking his brains, following the Night Haunter's version of history.

But at this moment, the other Primarch just looked at Curze, their hearts filled with emotion.

Why are you all staring at me like that?

"Curze, I must say, as a brother, you are impeccably excellent, but as the Big Brother, I still have something to ask you."

"Please feel free to ask me anything."

Why did you do that?

Hearing Lion El'Jonson's strange question, Curze was a little taken aback, but he quickly realized that all his brothers were staring at him.

In other words, at this moment, all the brothers wanted an answer.

"The Boss, you really are a Warmaster. Look, there 'The Boss just one problem: all the brothers are watching me."

"Alright, to be honest, the education I received growing up doesn't allow me to watch brothers fight each other."

There's an old saying in Nostramo: "Brothers are brothers, even if the bones are broken, the tendons are still connected."

"Although we are genetically engineered brothers, we share the same blood; blood is thicker than water, after all."

"Brothers are like limbs; we can't cripple ourselves over the sake of a mere Warmaster. That would be like crippling ourselves."

"It makes us a laughingstock to others and gives our enemies a reason to be happy."

Upon hearing Curze's answer, all the Primarch fell silent, and at the same time, they were all somewhat shocked.

Only now did they truly realize just how great, or rather, how amazing, their Uncle was.

Because the ideas that Curze is currently expressing are too similar to those of his Uncle.

Why are you all staring at me like that?

"Brother, has anyone ever told you that you and your Uncle are really alike, not in appearance, but in mind?" Vulkan said.

In Vulkan's eyes, Curze is now a carbon copy of his Uncle, a carbon copy of his Uncle's soul!

"Vulkan, it's all about leading by example; the subtle influence is inevitable."

"So, the next issue is, where do we find such a contract?" Corax said.

"Leave it to me," Curze offered.

Do you have a solution?

"Don't forget, all the famous Perpetual of the Imperium of Man are in Nostramo; they need to pay their rent."

"So it seems we can also get a share of the rent," Russ said with a smile.

"We'll use the rent to pay off the debt," Curze said with a wry smile.

"We are brothers."

Lion El'Jonson extended his hand first.

Seeing this, the other Primarch all reached out and bumped their fists together.

"We are brothers."

After concluding his private conversation with his brother, Curze returned to Nostramo.

He then found Nova.

"The Boss!"

"Relax, young man, haven't you been home in a long time?"

"It's been quite a while, several years, hasn't it?"

"Okay, I'll give you a break. Go back and visit."

"Real?"

"How could it be fake? Even Thirteen-Person Group knows to take turns resting, let alone you."

"The Boss live the boss!"

Nova has worked very hard since joining the Legion, trying to catch up with the Legion pace as soon as possible, but unfortunately the Eighth Legion is just too powerful.

So he worked extremely hard, to the point of having some self-destructive tendencies, all of which Curze noticed.

Today is a good day to give him a day off, and I'll also be going to see Xiulikas myself.

Right after Nova packed his things and went back, Curze went straight to the Sleepless Night Tavern.

After ordering a drink, he sat there waiting.

As for the Perpetual who work here, they are curious and surprised by the arrival of this Grand Inquisitor, but they are not wary.

After all, the Grand Inquisitor's reputation is renowned throughout the entire universe.

As the inheritor of the wisdom of the Father of Night, the Grand Inquisitor is worthy of the education he received.

"Your Grand Inquisitor, this drink is on me today."

"Isn't this the old Warmaster? Long time no see, still as healthy as ever!"

"Grand Inquisitor, please stop teasing this old man."

"Just kidding."

"I wonder why the Grand Inquisitor has suddenly taken the time to sit in this tavern?"

"I don't come here unless I need something, and here I am, the person I've been waiting for has arrived."

Then, Oll Persson looked towards the doorway, where Xiulikas stood.

"Hello, Mr. Xiulikas, I think we need to talk."

"We really should talk, Grand Inquisitor. Nova just got back and he's already interfering with my drinking."