Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 223 215. Can talk, can talk
The Scarlet Forge World fleet slowly entered the port, and with the safe arrival of the first batch of guns, the curtain of the second trial was about to begin.

Today is the day when Hades goes to inspect and take away those mortal auxiliary troops. They will continue to receive training, whether it is about the use of vehicles or training for administrative posts.

Hades sincerely hoped that Mortarion's training wouldn't turn these people into dumb people, but Mortarion just played it off nonchalantly, with an extremely confident attitude that you can do what you want.

Hades was so angry that his teeth were itching, if he couldn't beat him with physics, he would clean up Mortarion up and down.

But before going to the Mortal Auxilia, Hades knew he had to meet someone else—

The short, bald, middle-aged man shrank tremblingly in the queue of the mechanical sages, and a part of the scarlet sage's auxiliary limbs strangled the man's arm tightly, as if the man was about to run away in the next second.

"Master Hades, we have brought the person you want."

The sage bowed deeply, and the man beside him also bowed awkwardly. His fat body was trying to bend down, which was quite comical.

Hades pulled out a smile,
"Excuse me, Sage, now I wish to have a private chat with Fowler."

The red light on the sage's face flashed, but he reluctantly left after bowing again.

"Oh, thank you, my lord, thank you, my lord, those people are too scary."

Fowler deftly took out an oily handkerchief from his trouser pocket to wipe his sweat, and nodded while wiping.

"The thinking of the mechanical sages is indeed different from that of ordinary people, and you have worked hard to come here, Fowler."

Hades nodded. The purpose of calling Fowler over this time is to further train those who are about to enter the administrative system. Fowler used to be an administrator of the Hive City. A more suitable candidate.

In fact, this greasy middle-aged man full of poop is really reliable. At present, all the schools on the star ring are operating normally. Le is also paying attention.

Even though the battle was busy and he was overwhelmed by requests from the Forge World, Hades would still check the reports on the star ring regularly to ensure that there were no moths on Babarus, the home planet of the Death Guard.

At present, the administrators who support the Babarus star ring are still the group directly deployed by the emperor at that time. They mainly focus on a small matter, regardless of the big ones. .

The administration that is mainly operated by the death guard is education, medical care and supervision systems. In this regard, one was established by Hades leading the bunch of crooked melons and dates, and the other was led by Mortarion. Established by medical staff, the supervision system is directly dispatched by grave guards.

Facts have proved that the medical staff who followed Mortarion to conquer Barbarus were quite reliable. After receiving the education of the oil guy, the medical system was running well, and there was no personnel gap.

As for education, it is better than what Hades thought at the beginning. At least there are more people who can read and write, although after the school's training, the physical fitness of these students has obviously improved much faster than their IQ.

Seeing Hades pondering, Fowler took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat again,

"My lord, what is the purpose of calling the villain over this time?"

"Training."

Hades said while thinking, and then he got up, "Come on, I'll take you to see your group of students, you have to let them learn the most basic administrative skills."

Seeing Hades get up, Fowler quickly followed,
"My lord, I don't have the ability."

"Then you recommend a more suitable one."

Fowler shut up, realizing that the lord seemed preoccupied, but Hades was only concerned about the quality of Mortarion's teaching.

Fowler swears he doesn't want to take a student like that, Emperor, he thought his previous life was miserable enough, he was almost broken when he was hit by students running around in the hallway, and then he was tried by those little bastards To test his resistance to poison, Fowler thought he had suffered enough, but now he knows that the suffering is endless.

The speech of the commander of the legion continued. In the training hall, Hades and Fowler were standing in an inconspicuous corner. Fowler looked at the "students" who stood solemnly and looked murderous. stages of life.

How can there be an administrative staff with a murderous look on his face, who looks deathly at home? !

Fowler obviously felt the low pressure from Hades, but he still quietly hid behind Hades. The murderous aura was too solemn, and Fowler couldn't adapt to this atmosphere.

Hades looked at the crowd, he was very good, a qualified fighter, serious, and regarded death as home.

But... No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like an administrative staff.

The middle and low-level administrative staff only need to memorize forms, and the high-level administrative staff must have keen eyesight and political insight, as well as... that kind of shrewdness and slickness unique to administrative staff.

That's why Hades called Fowler over. He is the best player Hades can find so far.

But looking at this group of serious people who seem to be unable to make a sound with three sticks, Hades's heart is ashamed, Mortarion, I thank you fucking.

Not caring about the two people exuding negative energy in the corner, Mortarion's speech on the high platform continued. After that, except for those who were selected again and passed the Star Warrior surgery, others would no longer be directly managed by Mortarion.

The dim armor reflected the faint arc light, and Mortarion did not light the censer, which made the body of the Lord of Death more clear and huge. Opposite Mortarion, was the Galaspar who stood silently.

".I'm glad I trained you guys. It reminds me of my time at Barbarus. The training was tough, but the people kept supporting each other and looking forward to the future."

In the previous training, Mortarion was quite surprised by the tenacity of these people. The high-pressure environment in the past shaped the unexpected tolerance of the Galaspars. They have extremely high resistance to difficult environments. Sex and insensitivity, people who crawled out of hell don't care about the dirty world.

"You, Galaspars, have proved to me your tenacity, and therefore I declare that the gates of the Death Guard are open to you."

"The Death Guard accepts your death to contribute it."

Mortarion was silent, he turned sideways, and let the machine servant with two glasses of wine in his hands come forward, the alcohol exuded a pungent stench, Hades in the shadows frowned unconsciously, it was Mortarion again An's own poisonous wine, it can be seen that the glass for mortals has been diluted.

Hades suspected that Mortarion himself wanted to drink, but Mortarion seemed to glance at him.

[Wait and see. 】

Mortarion's words suddenly sounded in the private channel, Hades was in a fog, and decided to see what Mortarion was going to do.

"Now, one of you will share the wine with me."

"I, Mortarion, Lord of Death, Lord of the Pale, make a pact with the Galaspars over death,"

"This is a highly poisonous liquor. The person who drinks it is likely to die, but if he dies, it means that the contract has failed."

Mortarion turned sideways, waiting patiently for the brave man. There was a commotion in the crowd. Mortarion saw that Sines hesitated, but a tall and middle-aged man stood up before her and rushed up to the high platform.

Short brown hair, a scar split from his mouth, blue eyes like a wolf.

Mortarion raised an eyebrow.

"I don't think you are here to participate in the selection of space warriors."

"Yes, my lord, I am here to participate in the auxiliary army selection."

The man said without humility,
"Your name, or number."

Mortarion picked up two glasses of wine and handed the smaller one to the man.

"They all call me Wood."

"Very well, carpenter, now we shall swear."

Mortarion took off the gas mask first, raised his glass, and drank it down. The poisonous wine burned along the primarch's esophagus. The toxin combined with the high concentration of wine made Mortarion feel a little dizzy. .

"Please," Mortarion hissed.

Wood took a deep breath, raised his wine glass as if death was at home, and swallowed the bitter wine. Sweat dripped from his skin, the blood buzzed, and the venom screamed in his body, and he felt his internal organs were burning.

Everyone can see that Wood's state is not right. The originally silent crowd became tense, which greatly weakened the serious atmosphere. Hades could hear the collective heartbeat of the crowd, and someone was trying to move forward. Watch Wood situation, and Mortarion acquiesced in their actions.

This group of people here is the best of the best of Galaspar. Under Mortarion's intentional guidance, they have a sense of honor and urgency for being able to represent Galaspar.

If he falls down, these adults will be dissatisfied with Galaspar, right?
Finally, Wood slammed down his wine glass, short of breath, and stood on the stage a little unsteadily. Already paralyzed by the poisoned wine, he held up his empty wine glass and showed it to everyone——

he made it!

There was a burst of cheers, applause, and whistles from the crowd. People hugged and celebrated, and the depressed atmosphere just now was swept away.

"Thank you sir."

"That's the respect you Galaspar have earned yourself."

Mortarion patted Wood, and at the same time signaled to the people in the audience to pick him up. The Primarch watched with interest as those people ran over to welcome their hero. Mortarion, who had drunk the poisoned wine, was extra tolerant.

Wood was staggered and jostled by the crowd, then lifted up and wandered about, while little girls tried to give Woods a bullet casing with their names engraved on it.

[Okay, everyone can talk. 】

Mortarion's voice came over the private channel, showing off.

[Listen to their cheers and applause, Hades, you can't say they can't speak. 】

【how did you do that? 】

Mortarion listened with satisfaction to the astonishment in Hades' words that he had won the match.

[That's it. 】

[These people who have been in a high-pressure environment will adapt on their own. 】

After Galaspar, Mortarion re-examined the social environment on the Barbarus star ring, and the Primarch was surprised to find that the Barbarus here were not as serious and silent as those in the Legion.

[I added something like a duel cage in their free time, and at the same time used some supplies captured from the Galaspar's nest as prizes. 】

[They grow up naturally. 】

Hades opened his mouth,
[I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it. 】

[There are many things you didn't think of. 】

Mortarion's mocking voice sounded,

[Now that they are qualified with me, hurry up and choose your talking person. 】

Mortarion put on his breathing mask unhurriedly, and the primarch raised his sickle and knocked on the ground a few times in a good mood. The dull echo instantly entered everyone's ears, and the crowd fell silent.

"Free activities for an hour, and then a replacement will be in charge of you."

"Your next trainer and selection officer—"

"Commander Hades, come here!"

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