Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 71 Documents and Diaries-2
File Two: 0705.650.M39
After getting the resettlement documents, the lives of my comrades and I changed dramatically because of these two thin papers.

We have never been welcome, the remnants of the battlefield who were accepted for humanitarian considerations became titular imperial heroes, and a local nobleman among the million planets of the future empire.

For me, the second son of a nobleman who was originally born in the Faithful Academy, such a change can be called a glorious ancestor.

Not to mention that most of the surviving comrades are civilians from the bottom of the hive. Such a change has indeed healed my or our wounds in a sense.

Compared with such rewards, the sacrifices of the dead comrades seem to have become meaningful.As written in the High Gothic language on the resettlement order: "If you do not fail the empire, the empire will not fail you."

Imperial nobles, yes, from the moment we took over the edict of placement, we recorded our names in the coat of arms of the Imperial Senate.

Our destiny has been accepted and bound by this ancient empire.

From then on, the empire will no longer look at our descendants with the same eyes that look at civilians who are not even consumables.

We, and our descendants, at least in the eyes of the empire, have a little sense of existence.

The changes brought about by such honor and preferential treatment will be long-lasting and lasting.

He is reflected in all aspects, from rituals to salary, from power to reputation.If placed in the hands of people who are good at management, this legacy can even last for thousands of years.

And if it goes a step further, the family is fortunate to be able to contribute even one successful new blood to the emperor's angels among several generations or even dozens of young members while the foundation is still there.

Then what awaits the family will be a smooth road to real prosperity.

A family that can provide soldiers for the Astartes battle group is considered a true nobleman;

It can be regarded as proving the excellence of one's own family from the genetic level, and then being accepted by those ancient forerunners;

Only then can the core forces that can really participate in decision-making affairs among the countless populations of these empires be able to build relationships;

Only then can the family's own galaxy, node area, or even star area have its own voice and not be ignored.

And the beginning of all this is that you must first successfully pass the selection from among the hundreds of millions of people in the empire to become a glorious imperial defense force.

Then, in the cannon fodder that is only higher than the planetary local troops in the empire's armed sequence, survive nearly a century or even longer service life.

You have to do everything possible to survive from the battlefields in various parts of the empire and the monsters and monsters that the empire faces.

If you are lucky, during your service career, you have never encountered that kind of fierce battle that spread to the entire galaxy; nor have you experienced the pollution of those unexplainable existences;
In the end, you were fortunate enough not to be sacrificed as a bargaining chip by your own high-ranking commander; not even for some strange reason, such as some gray cans in your comrades, or because you may have seen a man with two guns on his back The words of a man with a long sword passing by and being shot by some passing angels.

Then congratulations, you have at least persevered until the day when your regiment is properly used as cannon fodder.

In this fierce battle comparable to the final judgment, I don't know whether it is luck or misfortune, you survived.

To be precise, you survived the sacrifice of all the comrades you have ever met.

Then you have the treatment I have now, a thin piece of decree paper, yellow and worthless.

But it is an edict that can make you a nobleman of the empire.

The journey was so difficult, but we were lucky enough to persevere until the end.The rewards are so good, but I still have midnight dreams wondering if it was all worth it.

Probably worth it, this can be seen from the envy in the eyes of the comrades on the ship who knew the other regiment we were about to leave.

We spent a whole week getting used to the change, imagining ourselves as a lord.

In this regard, I am not much better than those brothers of commoner origin. Gein, the second son of a family like mine, after it was proved after birth that he did not have the potential to become an Astartes, he had no choice but to be thrown into the Academy of Loyalty result.

I didn't even get a chance to see what my family's nucleus hall looked like until I was an adult.

This is also the reason why when the heraldry scholar sent by the empire asked me whether to add my family's logo to my own coat of arms, I chose to deny it.

I have no family, if I must.Then my family is my regiment, my coat of arms is our regiment emblem, and my family members, of course, should be my brothers.

I don't know which philosopher said that happiness is a matter of relative attributes.

I am convinced that we, who were immersed in the failure of the army to lose the opportunity to rebuild, were like a rabbit who forgot the goal while running until we got a clear placement, and we were still anxious about not being able to continue running. Don't you know that the whistle for the finish line has been blown for a long time.

When we were presented with placement orders that we hadn't really thought about before, and that were only occasionally talked about after drinking, we were a little uncomfortable.

But the discomfort is short-lived. In the days after getting rid of negative emotions, we are grateful for the current situation every day.

When imagining our future life, my brothers and I were thinking about how to bring our relatives from far away to our new home.

And in this new home that belongs to us, how happy can we and our loved ones live.Yup.Relatives, relatives of the living, and relatives of the dead.

Presumably those commanders and other comrades who have already sat down in the emperor will also be happy for us.

The happy time is always short, and the ship to the SATA galaxy is coming.We, more than a hundred people, also embarked on our own way, the way home, under the envious and blessed eyes of many brothers in other corps.

Another note: The Old Bailey ruthlessly rejected my proposal to give him a pension. He said he could work for at least another 200 years.nonsense...

File Three: 1125.650.M39
We finally arrived at our promised land after 4 months of travelling.

We were greeted by the Permanent Under-Secretary of the previous Governor, the Speaker of the Parliament of many nobles in the current hive, Sir Bernard, the Tribune of the Empire, and the owner of the Order of St. Johnny.

The local nobles represented by him held a warm and friendly welcome dinner for our group of local roe deer who came from afar.

From his cautious and examining eyes, I know that he is full of doubts about whether my appointment will affect the vested interests of his family.

But I am performing my duties accompanied by the envoys of the Star Garrison Force, and I am relying on the authority of the entire empire. In any case, he will not question my legitimacy here, and that is enough.

I don't need his approval or support.In my opinion, my military background allows me to get enough support from the Astra Militarum.

And with the acquiescence of the Ministry of Military Affairs, the eight hundred veterans I received from various regiments when I left the Mandela section area are my greatest wealth.

In order for these veterans to have a good future, these regimental leaders owe me a lot of favors.Except for a few people from the heavy armored corps, the veterans themselves basically brought out the equipment they carried as they were.

These 800 people may be placed on the real battlefield, and may not be enough for the number of casualties of a Dalian company in a desperate charge.

But in the paradise-like world of Hive Capital, my trumpet company, which is less than a thousand people, is the greatest guarantee for us to fight for our own interests, and it is exactly the case.

The first governor's order I issued after assuming my duties was to remove the former governor's law enforcement forces on the spot.

They might have had some ideas at first, but judging by the face of the nearly [-] regular Star Militarum veterans in my hands, the reception and reorganization work went smoothly unexpectedly.Well, it has absolutely nothing to do with our hot-wire laser guns, believe it or not.

The executive deputy's military capabilities are in a mess, which is also in line with his family background that has developed in the mainland for more than ten generations.

Several local families are also very closely united behind him. I appreciate this attitude of huddling together to keep warm. Isn't it the same for us?

So after I established the military rights, I did not make any changes to his existing domains in terms of government affairs.

I just promoted the post of Permanent Under-Secretary to Chief Permanent Under-Secretary under the witness of several other local families.

This is a response to his complaints to me over and over again that his work intensity is too high. After adding a few colleagues who are half a grade lower than him, it will surely reduce his labor intensity effectively.

As for the salaries and staffing of a few people in the area, since it was originally caused by the governor's internal anger, I think I can still afford it.

Happy ending, I think so.

File 3: 660.M39
On the tenth anniversary of my tenure as governor, my permanent deputy, Sir Bernard, introduced me to a rogue trader who had come from far away, and he was said to be able to solve some "little troubles that have troubled me for a long time."

After the ceremony, I met this rogue trader named Sidney in the auditorium, and he gave me a seed.

According to him, the fruit from this seed can effectively relieve the pain of those old wounds during the rainy season, which is really useful for me and my brothers.

As I grow older, the "gifts" of the enemies on the battlefield keep me up at night, especially the veterans of the regiment.

Everyone is still laughing and joking in the daytime and can’t see anything unusual, but the dazzling quantity and usage intensity of painkillers in the procurement requirements submitted to me by the logistics supervisor every month cannot be faked.

And as time goes by, there are fewer and fewer drugs that can effectively relieve pain because of drug resistance.

To be precise, there are fewer and fewer cheap and effective painkillers, and expensive ones, fortunately, I can afford them for the time being.

The seeds were planted by me in the banquet hall behind the auditorium, which is usually quiet when there is no need for ceremonies.

The fountain in the center of the hall has the best sunlight and water in the entire church-like building. I hope to plant it on the soil in the center of the fountain and wait for it to bloom and bear fruit.

And this is the beginning of all sins.

The seeds did not grow as I expected. After waiting for a long time, I conveyed my doubts to this rogue trader who was still stranded in the star sector due to business through Sir Bernard.

But the news that came back caught me off guard: what this seed needs to grow is neither sunshine nor water and soil.It's flesh and blood, it's soul.

Sir Bernard stopped me from reporting to the Astra Militarum and the Imperial Inquisition.

According to him, it is not a short time for this rogue trader to act like this. To be able to walk in the empire's territory openly and aboveboard under such behavior cannot do without the support of a big person or a certain group behind him.

And such a big man is something I can never afford to offend, and I followed Jazz's advice.

File Four: 1221.666.M39
The letter from the court made me shudder, why is the value abnormal?Why is there a judge missing?Is it true that people are sitting at home, and the trouble comes from Terra?

After asking Sir Bernard and checking the entry records of the previous 20 years, I learned that there was still a case of missing judges on the mining planet next door 13 years before I took office.

I asked Sir Bernard, fortunately, neither the mining planet nor the agricultural planet has anything to do with the local nobles.

The benefits of this group of trash who know nothing but scrambling for power are unexpectedly reflected here. They are completely incapable of management and operation, and they outsourced the management rights of these branch planets early on. As for the management Right, it's a joke.

Except for the photos of the heads of the security forces of these two planets in the Governor's Mansion, they have not even seen them in person. They only serve the real BOSS who has contracted these businesses from beginning to end.

And I happen to know this person, Sidney the Rogue Trader, what an old acquaintance...

What made my heart even heavier was another thing that I couldn't tell anyone: that seed, sprouted.

In the morning, I saw the place where there should not be any vegetation. Under the sacred light of the sun passing through the church-like stained glass windows, the beauty of life contained in the green leaves on the sprouts that broke through the ground .

But I was horrified.Because I know what it costs!I don't even need confirmation to know that there must be a corpse lying under this black soil!
Who did it?No, who knows about this condition?When the rogue trader was interviewed, who else was there besides Bernard?

Mechanical Priest Constance?No, he has no need for this thing.Then only my guard leader, the company commander Pearson who followed me all the way through the mountain of corpses and blood, was left.

And from a demand perspective, he does have reasons to do so.He has served for 60 years and fought more than 200 times. The scars all over his body have always been his glory, not a burden.

And most of the most exaggerated scars on his body were left to cover me, I really don't want it to be him...

Pearson finally admitted it, and there was one of the worst conflicts between us since arriving on this planet, because of the above-mentioned things.

I can't accept such evil happening around me, but I can't send my comrades to the Inquisition either.We choose to resolve it internally.

All 155 brothers were called to the banquet hall by me, and then they chose to stand between me and Pearson.

Fortunately, most people chose me in the end.And Pearson shot himself in despair, and his remaining men who participated in this sacrilege ceremony were also surrounded by us in the later battle.

After the battle, this banquet hall was blocked by me, and I declared that I didn't like the decoration style of this hall.

Such sudden and obvious personnel changes and vacancies were not followed up after I explained.

The fact that the incident was calmed down so easily gave me a deeper understanding of the planetary management system with the governor as the substantive monarch, but I would rather not have this opportunity to understand.

I am Hailan, Governor of the Empire, Hailan.

(End of this chapter)