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

Chapter 224 216. We Need More Old Oils

The transformation of Galaspar and the training of the Death Guard are progressing steadily.

Everyone has received junior administrative training from Fowler. Fowler is really interested in education. It is probably because he is recognized for the first time and is willing to let him take care of practical affairs. Fowler runs quite hard. He was (being) violently attacked by students every day on the Babarus star ring, but he was able to withstand high-intensity work.

It's just that people who have been instilled with wonderful knowledge by Fowler have somewhat reshaped their views.

Hades supervised from the side, and the two selected good seedlings suitable for administration by the way, with Wood as the representative, preparing for further training.

And mortals who are determined and willing to go to the battlefield will receive training from Hades. Hades applied for off-site assistance this time and invited all the good brothers from the foundry department to teach the mortal auxiliaries how to use it. Vehicle weapons, as well as improving the quality of the battlefield, and the tactical training of command and auxiliary operations are completed by Hades himself.

Galo and the Gravekeeper are responsible for further character inspection and training of the candidate space fighters.

Well, for now, the teaching should be going well——

"No! You have to apologize at this time."

"His language implied that I would give him some 'benefits', and I have to apologize?"

"It's good if I don't give him a shuttle on the spot!"

"Oh, why are you so stupid? If you don't give him some personal favors, he turns around and finds other planets to cooperate with. You don't want to do business. This is how business is done."

"How can there be such a talk?!" "It's all like this. If you don't learn it, you can change people. You are too stupid."

"Hey! Someone was beaten! Help! Lord Hades! Help!!"

Wood was so angry that he stretched out his hand and was about to punch him. Fowler immediately ran away when he saw that the situation was wrong. Although Fowler was chubby, Wood really couldn't catch up with him when he ran for a while.

The entire hall was temporarily divided into two parts. On one side, Fowler was giving intensive lessons to these administrative staff, and on the other side, Hades was leading the technical sergeants to familiarize the mortal auxiliary army with various vehicles and weapons. It's because the foundry department of the legion doesn't communicate with other departments very much on weekdays, and Hades feels that the technical sergeants have a lot to say when they communicate with these mortals.

"My lord! Help!"

"Stop, stop."

Hades was agitated by the quarrel between these two people. Fortunately, the brothers in the foundry department didn't laugh, so they gave Hades some face.

He got up from the ghost dog tank and walked directly in front of the two of them. Under the oppression of Hades' "kind face" smile and his huge figure, the two of them were instantly as quiet as chickens.

Fowler wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, "My lord, if he doesn't agree with me, he will be beaten. My life is in danger. This is too scary."

Ignoring Fowler's misery there, Hades turned to look at Wood,

"what happened?"

Wood, on the other hand, had a dignified face, standing upright,

"Report, sir, I report that everything he teaches is rubbish."

Hades blinked.
"Then what do you think you need to learn to become a qualified planetary governor?"

Wood stuck for a moment, then spoke unconvinced,
"Managing people, governing the environment, building factories...not these anyway."

Hades turned to look at Fowler,
"Did you teach the first few items that Wood just said?"

"Teach me, my lord, I have taught you, my first step is to teach management and administration."

Fowler nodded.

"Wood, I have to remind you that, in addition to those just now, a qualified planetary governor needs to deal with imperial officials, mechanical sages, and nearby galaxy officials."

"Galaspar is a massive production system, which means you have to learn how to play with them."

"You chose to go to the administrative position, didn't you? And I think you are really suitable for this position."

Wood and Seneth, according to their wishes and abilities, one will be the top executive, and the other will be the leader of the mortal auxiliary army.

Hades thinks that Wood has guts, good eyesight, and enough loyalty. He can be directly trained to be a planetary governor—unfortunately, he has to turn this corner.

Wood swallowed, and Hades felt that he was still a little unwilling.

"My lord, have you ever encountered such a situation?"

Hades twitched his mouth.

Can he say that compared with the gods, ghosts and horses in the foundry world, most mortal officials are playing small things? Anyway, these imperial officials can still see their full faces and judge their expressions. Most of the oil guys have neither Face, and there is no bottom line, it all depends on Hades' judgment based on experience.

Hades still remembered the unbearable memories of fighting with the mechanical sages, and the fragrance of the logic engine wafted throughout the room.

Hades nodded solemnly,

"Yes, this is a product of a certain level of human civilization. Although you may not understand it, in your position, you must learn these 'habits'."

"Wood, I understand your feelings, but you have to learn to face these."

Hades said seriously,

"I want you to be a competent manager, Wood, and we all know you have good intentions."

Wood was silent. It turned out that even a big man like Hades would encounter this kind of scene. He thought that the "Legion" was already the supreme representative.

Hades looked at the silent Wood,
"You will have to do things and work with means that you despise, but I know you will stick to your inner bottom line, which is why I choose you."

"It's not just about you having a drink with the legion commander. For me, it depends on your strength."

Hades joked, and then he noticed that Wood was blushing.

Is it so unflattering, the skin is still too thin, this reminds Hades of those Death Guard recruits who just entered the regiment, although this does not prevent them from unscrewing the alien's head, but for an administrator like Wood , still have to practice.

In terms of dealing with people, in the Death Guard Legion, only the old fritters who manage the Legion have this kind of skill, and Vox is not very good at it. Hades is very talented and will not discuss it.

Oh, and Karas, who is already asleep, can also be counted. That guy is also a typical example of talking to people and talking nonsense.

However, the management of the Legion is fine. With the Primarch in charge, it is not a big problem. The main thing is the construction of the planet in the rear. At least some people need to be smart, don't be fooled by others.

The rear can only provide stable logistical support and defensive barriers for the legion.

"Study seriously, Wood, Fowler still has experience in this area."

"Oh, don't worry, my lord, I, Fowler, will teach you well."

Seeing Hades praised him, Fowler quickly flattered him. Hades winked, and Fowler began to sing with Hades. After a while, the old Youtiao's words were dazed by Hades, and he began to swear that he would study hard.

Hmm. He won't realize that what Hades and Fowler said just now is not quite right until the day he really learns it.

Seeing Wood being taken away by Fowler with a crazy smile on his face in a daze, Hades felt a sense of guilt for dragging a good boy with a good moral bottom line into the water.

Anyway, in this environment, sooner or later, they will grow old and oily. In this respect, mortals are still easier to pull into the water than space warriors. If they can pull one, Hades will count on them to wrestle with the imperial officials in the future.

Hades turned his head and continued to teach the mortal auxiliaries how to drive a tank. Isn't driving a tank better than abducting a pure Galaspar?The faint sense of guilt dissipated in an instant.

　Yes, code, late, don't wait.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)