Fulgrim

"My lord, I have failed." Futia looked at Han Mingxuan, her eyes filled with Despair.

"No, this is your first time seeing them. You did very well. You've passed my test."

"Therefore, in the days to come, you will be stripped of all official positions, your honors will be confiscated, and you will start from the lowest level of office."

Futia nodded in agreement, and finally changed into the uniform of a regular clerk in Nostramo and went to her workstation.

She began to take charge of Nostramo's day-to-day administration.

Before that, she had given the sword that symbolized her glory and power to Han Mingxuan.

Han Mingxuan didn't see anything wrong with it; the sword itself looked quite cool.

It can definitely be placed in the study as a decorative item.

With the matter of the Lieutenant General resolved, Han Mingxuan's class came to an end, and everyone dispersed.

Han Mingxuan, on the other hand, was looking at the sword.

"Hopefully, a Keeper of Secrets won't suddenly pop out of this sword, haha."

Seeing this sword, for some reason, reminded him of the Laer Blade that turned the Phoenix into a cup.

We are currently in the late 30th millennium, and there isn't much time left before the 31st millennium, the grand stage for gods and men.

It is currently the 896th year of the 30th millennium in the Warhammer World timeline, with more than a hundred years to go until the 31st millennium. Han Mingxuan currently twenty-eight years old.

"Sigh, I'm too early. I don't even know how many years I'll live. Oh well, never mind, I still have work to do today."

During his years in Nostramo, Han Mingxuan not only assisted Curze in governing the Planet, but also participated in labor.

To put it bluntly, it was just finding myself a job.

It's not that he, Han Mingxuan, likes going to work.

Instead, if one doesn't find something to do in this world, one will eventually slide into nihilistic hedonism.

At that time, that transvestite from the Warp will come looking for him to discuss philosophy.

Intolerable.

Moreover, his job remains largely the same as before.

Miner.

Of all the people in Nostramo, only a few have seen his face, so Han Mingxuan went to work under an assumed name.

Most people haven't seen themselves, but in Nostramo, no one is unfamiliar with their own name.

So he had to use an alias, otherwise there would be too much trouble.

Such a life is at least practical; at least it doesn't lead to the kind of self-destruction that some nobles experience.

"Brother, have you seen Uncle Han?"

Inside the Saviour Building, Fulgrim found Curze.

"What's wrong, Fulgrim? You seem very excited. Did you finish your homework today?"

"Yes, I've finished learning the Old Terra Language. In fact, I already finished it during class."

"So what are you doing...?"

"Well, I wanted to ask Uncle Han if he has a collection of poems."

Poetry collection?

Yes, Fulgrim does indeed enjoy these cultural and artistic things.

"I've never actually seen the poetry collection; I've only heard my Dad mention it."

"If you want it, you'll probably have to have him write one for you himself. You know, most of the time my Dad teaches me principles of life and practical methods; he rarely talks about poetry or literature."

"Poetry, lyrics, and songs?" Fulgrim grasped the key point.

"Ah, yes, poetry, lyrics, and prose are all very ornate things; I have no interest in them."

"Can you tell me where my Uncle is?"

"At this time, Dad should be carrying bricks at the construction site in the City of Truth."

Moving bricks on a construction site?

Fulgrim was a little confused by Curze's words.

My Uncle, such a learned and wise man, actually went to work as a bricklayer on a construction site.

"Don't make that face, we're all the same."

"All the same? What does that mean?"

"We've arrived in this New Nostramo, but we're still Miners, and we still need to work."

"Just like now, everyone in Nostramo does this; every unit and enterprise takes turns working."

Isn't this a waste of time?

"No, Fulgrim, this is not a waste of time; it's self-cultivation."

Cultivating one's character and temperament?

What does carrying bricks on a construction site have to do with self-cultivation?

"You don't understand, do you? My Dad always said that only labor can truly educate people. For those prisoners in Nostramo, labor reform was the main method, and it worked very well."

"No matter what random things are on your mind, just work up a sweat."

"Why don't you wait a bit?"

"Never mind, I'll just go find my Uncle."

Following the address provided by Curze, Fulgrim arrived at the construction site.

He witnessed this scene.

First, there was a long strip of paper pasted on each side of the construction site gate, with two sentences written in Old Terra Language.

The Spring Breeze Ushers in New Scenery.

Silent Years Begin a Splendid Journey

The couplets, without a horizontal scroll, with their red paper and golden ink, possess a unique grandeur.

Next, he saw the wise Uncle, who was now mingling with a group of laborers, covered in sweat and mud.

They were sitting on a pile of slag, resting and chatting.

Fulgrim was speechless at the sight before him, but then a voice as loud as thunder rang in his ears.

"Young man, move aside, don't block my way."

He turned around and saw an old man who was as tall as himself.

His muscles bulged, he wore simple Miner's work clothes, and pushed a huge cart full of materials needed on the construction site.

"Hello... have you met Uncle Han before?"

Uncle Han?

"Are you Old Han's nephew?"

"It's me, my name is Fulgrim."

"Ah, I've heard Old Han mention me before. You can just call me Old Kamon. I'm the Construction Foreman here."

Old Kamon?

This old man's physique doesn't seem to be of normal development.

"Stop guessing. My old buddies and I used to serve the tech barbarians and warlords. Now we've finally retired and can finally do something we enjoy."

"You guys enjoy doing this? A dusty construction site?"

"What's wrong with that? We used to be the henchmen, the war machines; now we're the Builders."

"But... you look so fair and delicate, what are you doing at the construction site?"

"I've come to ask Uncle Han a question."

"Then you can wait until you get off work."

Get off work?

"Don't be so surprised. Old Han is different. Even though he's become the respected Father of Night in Nostramo people, he still can't let go of his Miner job."

"If you want to ask him a question, you'll have to wait until after work. If you go in wearing that shiny suit of armor, Old Han will be exposed."

When do you get off work?

"The work for today has just begun; it'll probably be time until noon."

"Alright, don't cause him any trouble, I'm leaving now."

With his book in hand and dressed in magnificent armor, Fulgrim stood out as an oddity here.

This... is truly absurd.

"Fulgrim, what are you doing here?"

"Dorn?"

Looking at the newcomer, Fulgrim was somewhat incredulous.

Because Dorn wasn't wearing his Power Armour at the moment, he was just wearing a work uniform.

"It's me."

Why are you dressed like that?

"The Construction Foreman."

Construction Foreman...?