Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 391 Interlude: Saul Tarvitz's Doubts and... (End)

"Your statement is very interesting," he said at last. "I feel that there is a kind of profound charm in it that I have never experienced before. Can I tell Elder Rilanor about our conversation? Your Highness, I promise that the content that is finally conveyed to the Honor Guard and other warriors will be kept within an appropriate scope."

"Of course, why not? It's useless to hide things, a warrior should know the reason why he pulls the trigger or swings the sword. Or I will ask the respectable Rilano to come to my place next time. I have drinks and snacks prepared for the fearless. I believe his taste must be not much different from his father's. - Oh, by the way, Sol Tarvitz, maybe it's your turn to tell me - as far as I know, you are already considered a very fair and rational person in your legion or among all the Astartes. Otherwise, you would not have been elected as the commander by them at the last moment of Isstvan III. However, I also have a question for you now - that is, or in other words, who are you loyal to now?"

Here it comes, the last question is really too sensitive, but it is indeed the most important and priority issue in this conversation.

Saul Tarvitz thought to himself that the overly relaxed and casual conversation just now had completely let me down my guard, and I had to pull myself together to answer.

"Before I answer this question, Your Highness, may I dare to ask you one more question?"

"Ask, Tarvitz."

"Do you really think that you are too weak to do anything, so you are lying low here and planning to do some... daily affairs other than war?"

"Of course? In a universe full of dangers, our size... don't tell anyone. Although this may make others look good, the Empire is still bigger than a lean camel," Ramizarn answered as a matter of course, "We are still very small compared to the Empire or Chaos. Even if we just want to live freely, this depth is not enough for us to do anything. Therefore, I need to build a new... Empire."

Obviously when Ramezane mentioned that the "Imperial" was not on the same side as him, Tarvitz's loyalty to the Emperor was shaken. Was he going to have to commit again after struggling for ten thousand years? So when he mentioned that "Chaos" was obviously not on his side either, the former officer of the Emperor's Children was more or less relieved in his heart. After all, although treason is not a nice word, it is still much better than putting a Chaos (CHAOS) in front of one's own ethnic group.

But when he heard the last word in the answer, his hearts were in suspense again.

A new empire and new and more battles? Is this the fate of a warrior?

"A new empire? Your Highness, is this what I think it means?"

"Of course, the new empire! We are so weak. How many ships do we have now? How many soldiers? How many weapons? We can't even put together a second fleet! And the Imperial Navy alone has several famous fleets in this star region! Not enough, not enough at all! And what does shipbuilding require? Tarvitz, do you know?"

"The contract between the Forge World and the Adeptus Mechanicus? Your Highness?"

"This is very important," Ramizane raised a finger. "Resources, or in other words, money, food, logistics... War is all about logistics, Thor, plundering will not last forever. If you only rely on others, one day they will no longer be reliable. You have to rely on yourself. You have to build a new, invisible empire on your own - make it big enough before anyone finds out about it."

"invisible……?"

"An empire, an invisible empire, a commercial empire. The battlefield is not just about grenade launchers and gunpowder smoke, but you don't have to worry about this, because we have just... taken the first small step."

The extremely terrifying and anti-Tian Gang content just said shocked Saul Tarvitz to the point of being speechless. He fell into the office chair behind him and regained the lazy expression that everyone was familiar with. "So before that, your guns must be extremely reliable to escort the first pot of gold of my business empire. What's your answer, Saul? Since you said you were commissioned to come here on behalf of everyone, then your answer should represent their wishes, right?"

Saul Tarvitz, whose thoughts were as confused as a land ravaged by a hurricane, nodded vaguely.

"Very good! Then, I will talk to Rilano, Loken, Motug and Macog later... and about Lucius, you may need to know some extra knowledge about how to take care of him..."

Finally, after all the questions he had been charged with were answered and he felt even more confused, Sol Tarvitz found himself sitting there drinking his third glass of water of the afternoon, and at the same time had begun to discuss with the amiable but imaginative Highness Ramezane Kalosini questions like "Where do you think we should go first to deceive... find some of your loyalists who may still be there?", and then the topic turned to "It might be more useful to spread the news that you are still there to attract the other party to investigate on their own, so how do you spread the rumor?"

Next to the office, Perturabo BC, who was working on the gathered display panels and interactive devices with his brown almond eyes, white furry paws and paw pads, paused for a moment to focus on the conversation between his body and Fulgrim's son.

"Humph! Uther Maatra has secretly used his damned psychic power to open a backdoor in the Guardian Mecha for his own convenience! He has no sense of security or confidentiality at all! I will teach him a lesson the next time I see him!"

After listening for a while, the dog's long mouth broke into a gloating smile.

"Stupid boy, you are asking for trouble. Ramizane has the best perception of details I have ever seen. One of his past entertainment activities when he was slacking off every day was to read books and then find clues to connect together and think about it... hehe... it may be difficult to define whether the dragon slain by the pile of old bones on the throne is a real dragon, but the dragon slaying skills that Ramizane possesses here are real dragon slaying skills."

"Oh... so this is why you chose him?" The old man sitting opposite him spoke while drinking tea.

"Not completely." The dog glanced at him. "He must know enough, be impartial, and be able to judge the credibility and development of facts to think independently... This alone is rare. In fact, there should be only 'a few people' in the galaxy who can know the specialties and hidden secrets of all the legions, so almost no one dares to think from that perspective like him. - The most important thing is that he loves me, and that is unwavering."

An indescribable expression appeared on Malcador's old face.

"Also, Sol Tarvitz's mental stability is quite good," the Primarch of Borderland transmitted the monitoring data to Malcador from another panel. "You have taken a fancy to him, right? But I want to remind you not to overdo those under-the-table tricks this time. No matter how many special subjects you have, they cannot replace the front battlefield. - If you make trouble again because of poor information and not treating others as human beings, you will have no Magnus and no one else now. I will make up for it for you."

"It seems that you have gained a lot of experience from each trial and error before."

"Haha, indeed, I also experienced the Makkada Rebellion. Do you want to hear about it?"

"Now that you can even mention this casually, it seems that the degree of power overflow of Lord Ramizane has been well controlled?"

"On the contrary..." The dog bared his white teeth and slapped his long black feathered tail with a white tip in a rather unhappy mood. "It's because I can't control the overflow, so I can only go with the flow - follow his wishes and take it one step at a time. - At this point, all I can say is that there will always be a way out when the car reaches the mountain."

(End of this chapter)