How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 391 Because This is Macragge

Robert Guilliman is a dean of studies. That's what Fujimaru Ritsuka said. No one can change her stereotype.

The pressure from the Dean of Education was terrible, and it was even worse for a Primarch-level Dean of Education. Guilliman stood in the room like an iron tower, unshakable, and kept on teaching and reprimanding for 20 minutes with his rumbling roar, without even repeating a single sentence. Moreover, since Guilliman was a skilled and experienced orator, he could naturally attract the attention of everyone present to himself as long as he wanted to. This made it impossible for Fujimaru Ritsuka to even sneak away and slack off when being lectured unilaterally, and he could only painfully listen to every word in his mind.

After these twenty minutes, the Chaldean Master, who was originally ready to argue with reason, had already shriveled up like a dehydrated vegetable leaf. Akuldona, who had originally shared the same hatred with the Imperial Regent on this issue, could not help but put aside his prejudice and felt pity when he saw this scene: he and Fujimaru Ritsuka had crawled through the subspace trench in the webway together, so he knew that under normal circumstances, this seemingly fragile little girl had to continuously set up base stations and transfer on the battlefield, and occasionally fight the small monsters that missed her - it would take at least eight hours for her to start showing this uncomfortable expression.

These twenty minutes pushed Fujimaru Ritsuka to his limit, but it was still far from Guilliman's limit. Some people are born with a talent for talking endlessly, and the cultural traditions and political environment of Macragge, where Guilliman grew up, have just the right amount of training for this. He still had something to say, but Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had already reached her limit, didn't intend to let him continue - she accurately caught the slight pause between the two sentences of the Primarch and spoke: "Okay, I know I was wrong and I'm reflecting on it. I believe you didn't call me here just to scold me, right? Can we talk about something else?!"

"No!" Guilliman replied firmly, "I can see at a glance that you say you will correct your mistakes, but you will make the same mistake again next time!"

"Then don't just scold me! How about we talk about the incident in Sesala? Hill cries every time he mentions it!" Fujimaru Ritsuka made up his mind and pushed forward regardless of the consequences. "It's the same principle! Who can guarantee that such a thing won't happen? You can't even do it yourself! If you insist on scolding this, you can't just scold me!"

This move did make Guilliman stutter for a while. It wasn't because of the second half of Fujimaru Ritsuka's sentence - as a seasoned politician, he could certainly be a double standard person in various situations without blinking an eye. In the face of such a rebuke, he could certainly use the logic of "I am me, you are you, how can we be the same" to push back. What really caused him to stutter during operation was the first half of the sentence:
"Did he really cry?" The Primarch unconsciously touched the scar on his neck that had now healed, feeling a rare guilty feeling.

"No. I made this up just to interrupt you." Fujimaru Ritsuka crossed his arms, "But he does feel uncomfortable every time he mentions this. But even if he really cried, he would definitely cry secretly. It's not something very glorious for him. Now, can we start talking about some practical topics?"

Guilliman still had a very serious expression on his face, but he was actually a little amused in his heart - half because such a little guy dared to lie in front of him, and half because he was actually fooled by this lie. He wanted to put aside this episode and return to the original topic, but found that this lie did achieve the effect that Fujimaru Ritsuka wanted: his mood of preaching was cut off in the middle.

It's not that he couldn't continue speaking, after all, the prepared speech was there. Even if he was a mortal, he could still finish the speech he had prepared, without forgetting large chunks of words due to a sudden interruption. But the emotional interruption also successfully allowed Guilliman to once again look at the problem from an objective perspective: this "problem" the size of a mortal girl stood in front of him, looking up at him with her arms folded, not justified but angry, looking like she hadn't changed her ways.

Considering the case raised by Fujimaru Ritsuka, it is indeed proved that even though Guilliman is the Primarch, he sometimes cannot guarantee his own safety on the battlefield, and even cannot stay at the command seat and not think about things like boarding the enemy himself, he may have to admit that he and Fujimaru Ritsuka are in the same boat on this issue.

"Ah." He sighed heavily, "Then let's talk about the tunnel project first. What's the progress of Cobos?"

"No, wait a minute." Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly stopped, "What about my meeting with Adalaide? Did you just skip over it?"

Guilliman suddenly became angry again: "You still want to meet the Eldar-"

"——I really have something to ask him! The universe is huge, and different aspects have different focuses. The perspective of another race is very helpful for us to understand the full picture of the current situation!" Fujimaru Ritsuka's attitude was still very confident when he said this, "If you don't want me to meet him alone, it's okay. You can send someone you think is trustworthy to participate. Anyway, I——"

"——Okay." Guilliman said in a deep voice, with an expression of "I want to see what you can ask", and turned to Maxim beside him:

"Now, invite Prophet Aidalad to come here immediately." Emperor Macragge made a voice that said I want to do something immediately. "I want to see for myself what you want to ask!"
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Under other circumstances, it would take a lot of effort for a person to find this elusive Eldar prophet and have a face-to-face conversation with him. Not to mention how to find the place where the Eldar currently live, the various psychic spells and traps they set around their residences to "screen" visitors are already difficult to overcome. But unfortunately, this is Macragge, the human world, the home of the Primarch, and the actual control area of ​​the Imperial Regent's actual control area. If you don't want to be hostile to Guilliman himself, then it is best to obey the orders he issued on Macragge, even if they are aliens.

(Former) Urthvi Prophet Eldalad obviously had no plans to make enemies with Guilliman for the time being, so even though he thought that such a hasty and sudden invitation was very inconsistent with the social rules or aesthetics of the Eldar, he still came with his temporary bodyguards under the leadership of the current President of the Psionic Council - and then, he was also at a loss for a moment in this atmosphere that seemed like a trial by three judges.

At this time, it had actually been an hour and a half since the Imperial Regent denounced the Imperial Saint. It would take some time to bring some Eldar from Macragge's Glory to the Hera Fortress without being noticed. This time span meant that Fujimaru Ritsuka had enough time to break away from the role of "the one being reprimanded" and return to the identity of "the Emperor's Chosen". After the "reprimand" was over and the serious atmosphere created just for this was no longer needed, Guilliman would naturally not treat this little girl who was very important to the Empire in many ways unfairly. Therefore, when Eldalad entered the room, Fujimaru Ritsuka was already sitting upright on a properly raised chair, with fruits and teacups on the small coffee table next to him. Judging from the floating recording servo skulls quietly sorting parchment rolls, some other issues were being discussed in this room not long ago, but when the Eldar prophet entered the room, he was greeted by only a solemn silence. In this silence, it was Fujimaru Ritsuka who spoke first. She did not go down to the ground, nor did she salute. She just sat on the chair and said calmly and emotionlessly in High Gothic: "Hello, Eldar Prophet, Aidalad Osuran. I once knew your name from the Emperor."

Eldalard did feel a little uncomfortable with this arrogant behavior. But from a human perspective, he was indeed in the wrong in this matter. He could understand the logic, so he acquiesced to the other party's barbaric negotiation technique of "giving a head start". But he thought he should not lower his own style because of the other party's attitude, so he still saluted lightly, quickly and elegantly according to the etiquette when facing a chosen one, and replied in High Gothic: "Hello, Drifter, The Chosen One, and Son of the Emperor."

As he spoke, the Prophet turned to Guilliman with grace and courtesy, and added: "My allies, my enemies."

"Again?" Guilliman snorted. This was not the first time he had heard this seemingly contradictory assessment from the other party. He also admitted that the contradiction in this did accurately define the delicate relationship between the Empire and the Eldar Death Army. If this assessment only included himself, then he would certainly have the magnanimity to laugh it off - after all, he was able to wake up from a 10,000-year slumber, thanks to the help of the Death Army. There was indeed some "alliance" friendship between him and the Death Army. But this time, Aidalad also mentioned Fujimaru Ritsuka in his words. As far as he knew, the Imperial Saint had never received any favors from the Eldar, but the Eldar had been causing trouble for her in various ways.

With the sensitivity of the Eldar, Adalard could certainly hear the implication of "I don't see how you and Fujimaru Ritsuka are 'allies'". But if Adalard was embarrassed by this subtle and implicit squeeze, he would not have been able to stand out in the Ulthwe Ark and dominate the galaxy for more than ten thousand years. The old prophet was not flustered at all, and refocused his gaze on Fujimaru Ritsuka who was sitting upright, and then realized: the reason why Guilliman did not say more about this angle was not because he wanted to save some face for both parties in the conversation, but because he felt it was unnecessary.

Fujimaru Ritsuka can do this kind of thing by himself.

"Please don't flatter a 'monkey' like me." She said this calmly and sarcastically in a very elegant High Gothic language. "After all, in the eyes of your race, we are just some ignorant and uncivilized barbarians. If we talk about 'alliance', it really feels unattainable."

A small number of Eldar felt that this was indeed true, but more of them roared at him to look at the current situation and try to put away the arrogance in the stereotype of the Eldar. The era of the Eldar has ended, the huge empire has disappeared, and his race is left with only independent settlements divided by disasters, and as a unit, they are struggling to survive in the galaxy. His empire has become an eternal bubble, and it is impossible to restore the glory of the past. In the current galaxy, the most powerful force in the material world is still the human empire that has been decaying and collapsed for 10,000 years but is still surviving. Eldar did try various methods to save his people from the pain, but what made him even more sad was that the scattered Eldar settlements now no longer had the size to accomplish anything. Eveleni's point of view is indeed reasonable. For their plan of "awakening the god of death and killing Slaanesh", the human empire is indeed a force that cannot be ignored.

What's more, compared to wasting the lives and souls of their own people for a "big plan", it is certainly more cost-effective to let humans take over, since they have more people anyway.

Based on the above, Aidalad was willing to condescend to use his emotional intelligence and easily understood the sarcastic dissatisfaction behind the other party's words. The monkey's metaphors are always quite crude and have no aesthetic appeal. The old prophet thought so, but he skillfully controlled himself and did not add any of these ideas to the sentences he compiled.

"I believe there must be some misunderstanding here," he said without hesitation. "Perhaps you have met some of our people who are not so friendly. But please allow me to explain: just as different organizations in the human empire sometimes conflict with each other, the Eldar do not always agree with each other. I cannot guarantee -"

"——I'm sorry, but I've heard similar rhetoric before." Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly interrupted the old prophet's talk. "To be honest, I don't really care about these things. Including but not limited to the various assassinations, traps and riddles set for me by the Eldar. Maybe it's hard for you to understand, but I don't really care about these things. Whether you regard me as an ally or an enemy, these superficial identities will not affect our final position: I am running around the galaxy for humanity, and you are for the Eldar. The ultimate goal of all our actions is to serve our respective races as a whole. From this perspective, we can be said to be the same. Therefore, I fully understand the Eldar's vigilance against me, or their desire to physically eliminate me, an uncertain factor, directly in the galaxy. If there are any aliens in front of me who pose such a great threat to humanity, I will definitely take similar actions. I hope we can reach a consensus on this level, and then talk openly on this basis."

The other party had dragged the topic to such an extent that it made Aidalad feel a little embarrassed. But he regained his spirits in the next second, trying to confirm Fujimaru Ritsuka's true thoughts and re-formulate a negotiation strategy to regain the initiative:

"Your Excellency is saying that you are willing to continue our cooperative relationship with us on the same footing as the Emperor's son?"

"That's an accurate statement," Fujimaru Ritsuka replied, "but it has nothing to do with the 'unity' I was hoping for in the previous statement:
"No matter what, my position and that of any Primarch loyal to the Empire will always be from the perspective of humanity rather than the Eldar. Please remember this - we have reached a limited cooperative relationship on the basis of 'absolutely no agreement', facing one or several issues in the galaxy 'that can be solved in the interests of both parties'. Please do not forget this."

After hearing this, Adalard suddenly wanted to sigh: this little girl, who was already very difficult to deal with, seemed to be even more difficult than he had originally thought.

(End of this chapter)