A Living Recruitment Order

Roboute.

When Guilliman heard Curze calling him, he didn't reply, but just looked at him intently.

In Guilliman's usual understanding, the most common description he heard was that of someone ambitious.

But what Curze did next was something Guilliman never expected.

Curze simply patted Guilliman on the shoulder.

Managing 500 Worlds must be a lot of trouble, right?

"It's my duty, brother."

"As expected of you, Roboute. If I were you, I'd have a terrible headache."

Don't you doubt me?

"You're my brother. As the old saying goes, brothers are like limbs. Why would I doubt you? Wouldn't that be like cutting off my own limbs?"

This...

Curze is different.

He's really different!

"But I'm worried about you, Roboute."

Worried about me?

"Yes, after all, not everyone in the entire 500 Worlds of Ultramar is as wise as you. Just like today, you always have those incompetent teammates."

"These not-so-bright teammates will get you into serious trouble, just like Futia today."

"It's clear that the Lieutenant General of this Imperial Fleet is... a staunch supporter of the Emperor. This isn't good news for you."

"What's the meaning?"

Curze's words put everyone present on alert.

Because what they heard in Curze's words was the scent of ambition.

It turns out that Curze was also an ambitious one.

"The Emperor's die-hard loyalists are prone to misinterpreting Emperor orders, just like today. The Emperor said he would assist in governance, while the Lieutenant General said he would directly take over Nostramo."

"This is not a good thing for us brothers."

Guilliman fell silent upon hearing this.

"Let's go, guys, we've finished our work for today, I think we should go home."

Right now, in a closed classroom.

Cyrion, the Legion's chief assassination expert, looked at the Lieutenant General of the Imperial Fleet.

"Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you."

"While I'd love to tear you to pieces right now, we're not killers, we're Judges. We won't kill you until you've substantially broken the laws of Nostramo."

Cyrion then tossed a thick Code in front of Futia.

"What is this? Some kind of book of curses?"

"This is the Evernight Code of Nostramo. Perhaps you are right, the Imperium administrative system may take over Nostramo much later."

"But before that, Nostramo still possessed the highest level of star system autonomy in the entire Imperium, just like your Ultramar."

Futia didn't say anything more. Ultramar's autonomy was indeed very high; it could even be described as a country within a country.

Although Futia herself did not approve of this approach, it was the Primarch.

"No one will release you until you have finished reading this Code."

After saying this, Cyrion left the dark and gloomy classroom.

As for Futia in this classroom, will she be able to see what's in the book?

That's her problem.

Boom!

Not long after, the sound of banging on the door came from the classroom where Futia.

"I want to see the Father of Night!"

"I want to see the Father of Night!"

"Give me a break, Miss Soldier. Do you think you can just see your uncle whenever you want?"

"I have the Emperor's decree!"

"If you want to see your uncle, you'd better finish reading the Code quickly; this is your only chance to get out so far."

"We don't want to let out a lawless person who can only wave a fire poker."

Futia was speechless; she was completely out of options.

She could only honestly try her best to create a light source and then finish reading the Code.

Fortunately, she was protected by the Emperor and had an artificial light source.

After several days of continuous effort, Futia finally finished reading the Evernight Code, which was so thick it could kill someone.

"I've finished reading the Code, I want to see the Father of Night!"

The Evernight Judges on duty in shifts exchanged a glance, then went to consult Curze.

"She's quick-witted. Let's take her to see Father then."

In fact, the reason Curze locked up Futia was simply to toughen her up.

Curze could tell from their first meeting that Futia was a person full of justice and very stubborn.

People who are straightforward like this are often prone to getting stuck on trivial details.

Therefore, we need to lock her up and leave her out for a few days first.

"Come with me, I'll take you to see your father."

Futia never expected that it would be the Primarch who came to see her.

"In fact, you don't need to go to too much trouble with this kind of person. Sometimes you can use some off-the-books tactics outside the law."

"Off-the-books tactics shouldn't be used too often, otherwise they'll become ineffective."

Curze did not oppose the Night Haunter's proposal; on the contrary, he strongly supported it. However, only by using unconventional tactics could one achieve victory.

Not long after, Curze brought the Imperial Fleet Lieutenant General to Han Mingxuan's residence.

Han Mingxuan's house was very lively at this time.

Han Mingxuan idly flipped through the Imperium's documents.

Before him sat several Primarch, who were studying the Old Terra culture.

What if they can't read?

It's very simple, the all-powerful Trazyn will take action.

In fact, ever since Trazyn Resurrection, he had planned to stay here permanently.

Firstly, he genuinely liked this Planet, and secondly, it was to protect Han Mingxuan's safety.

He only sent a message to the Silent King, but the Silent King himself did not respond. Before that, Trazyn needed to ensure Han Mingxuan's absolute safety.

If anything happens to Han Mingxuan during this period, he will be a sinner of the Necrons race.

"Dad, the person has been brought."

Han Mingxuan nodded, then looked at the Imperial Fleet Lieutenant General behind Curze.

He was stunned after just one glance.

The woman was wearing a double-breasted long dress coat and matching scarlet tight-fitting trousers.

Although she was detained for several days, she was in good spirits; at least her military boots weren't dirty.

Moreover, the red peaked cap was worn very properly, and the Aquila emblem on the brim was spotless.

She was wearing the uniform of Imperial Fleet officer.

But clothes aren't the point; people are.

Han Mingxuan had seen this woman before.

However, it's not in this world, but on my own phone.

He saved that picture back then, which is why he came to this world, and the person in that picture is Futia is standing in front of him.

Looking at the Lieutenant General of the Imperial Fleet in front of him, Han Mingxuan even thought she was the Emperor's illegitimate daughter.

It's so similar, so incredibly similar.

If this were on Earth, it would be a live conscription order, automatically sending you to Terra Schola Progenium.

Having been here for several years and seen many grand occasions, Han Mingxuan wasn't that surprised.

This must be what the Emperor meant by his own helper, his own weapon.

"I didn't expect you to even wear white gloves for a formal meeting. It seems you're not as unreasonable as Curze made you out to be."

"This is the proper bearing of the Imperial Army, sir."