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Chapter 447 The high lord bears the blame of the people!

"I don't know how Malcador manages to handle so many political matters at the same time and still have the energy to communicate with his father."

At this moment, Horus began to look at Malcador with a new eye.

Machado handles so many government affairs every day, but he still has time and energy to do other things, and even his mental state is maintained very well.

He even had time to flatter his group of original bodies.

As expected, the older you are, the wiser you are. At this moment, Horus was so tired that he wanted to kill someone. Sitting in this position was not a pleasure at all, but a pure imprisonment!
"No, we can't go on like this. We have to find a way to find Malcador and switch places."

Horus already regretted why he did not choose to be the Imperial Warmaster. If he had chosen the position of Warmaster, he would probably be having a banquet and enjoying himself on the planet Cthonia now.

It would not be like it is now, being buried under this pile of documents by countless imperial affairs, with no rest all day and unable to go anywhere.

Looking at the endless government documents in front of him, Horus was so angry that he waved his hand and acted as a desk cleaning master, knocking all the documents in front of him to the ground.

He doesn’t want to do this anymore——!
At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside the office, and Horus could tell that the person coming was Abaddon, his trusted general.

As expected, as soon as Abaddon stepped into the hall, he asked Horus with a bitter look on his face: "Lord, let's go back to Cthonia. Terra is really not a place for human beings to stay!"

Like Horus, Abaddon and other Luna Wolves warriors have encountered many difficult problems during this period.

When it comes to personnel management, they are really no match for those old foxes. Many of them have just been parachuted into key positions, and they either mess things up or report them to Horus.

I feel sidelined by the people under me, and I feel depressed and have no sense of existence every day. As a leader, I have no influence at all.

Abaddon's cultural level is considered to be among the higher ones in the legion, but compared to other high lords, he is no different from an illiterate.

As assistant to the Imperial Regent, Abaddon had to deal with no less government documents than Horus, and the tasks he faced every day were equally numerous and impossible to complete.

The backwardness of administrative capabilities and the countless documents caused Abaddon great psychological pressure.

If any trouble arises within the human empire because of my mistake, I will probably be unable to escape the blame.

Politics is not like the military.

In most cases, it is more difficult to avoid making mistakes in politics than to achieve meritorious service, and it is often the politicians who do not make mistakes who rise step by step, which is almost the opposite of military merit.

Even if one makes a mistake in the military field, as long as one can make up for it by making great contributions, one can basically get a pardon or even continue to be promoted.

Abaddon and his gang of rough guys from the Luna Wolves would almost subconsciously try to achieve merit at all costs when doing things, which could easily lead to them making more mistakes.

This ultimately led to serious political consequences.

The contributions made by the Luna Wolves on Terra during this period cannot be said to be without any effect, but they are all side effects that hinder the team.

Abaddon saw this and was anxious. "Lord, in consideration of our life and death for the human empire, please allow us to return to Cthonia."

"If this continues, the empire will be in big trouble!"

Abaddon is not a coward who loves to play. Since he has no talent or achievements in the political field, he will not play it. Fighting wars will make him happier.

No matter who you are, if you want to persist in a certain field for a long time, you must have certain results feedback.

Obviously, the warriors of the Moon Wolf Legion are extremely talented, not to mention being able to achieve results, but just being able to ensure that they don't make mistakes is a gift.

Before this, Abaddon believed that the high lords and officials of Terra were all incompetent good-for-nothings, but now it seems that is not the case at all.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, you will know that Terra is the power center of the human empire. Any mortal who can get here, no matter how ordinary he is, is an outstanding politician and one of the elite.

If even they can't do it, let alone humans in other places.

There is no doubt that the Imperial bureaucrats who can work on Terra are the political elite of mankind. Their wisdom and skills are far beyond the reach of the Astartes.

IQ is not the same as EQ, nor is it the same as wisdom.

There are plenty of smart idiots. Those Astartes who can understand various complex tactical instructions are still stuck as human machines when faced with government affairs that require maneuvering and roundabout handling.

Abaddon now finally understood why the supply of the Primarch's troops was always delayed and lagged behind, and why problems that seemed so easy to solve in their opinion could not be solved for so long.

It turns out that every decision in political action will bring about a series of chain reactions. Without sufficient planning and pre-preparation, the consequences of rash decisions will be unpredictable.

Abaddon now had a better understanding of these mortal officials. At least from this point of view, they were by no means greedy, stupid fools.

A large number of corrupt officials are indeed sucking blood from the empire's main arteries, but without these people, the empire's main arteries will rupture in an instant and quickly move towards disorder and death.

The difficulty of the imperial reform was beyond the expectations of everyone in the Luna Wolves!
"Lord, let's not get involved in this mess anymore. Let's pack up and return to Cthonia as soon as possible. There's still time."

Abaddon advised Horus that he knew his lord had longed for this position for too long, but one must always take into account the reality, and blindly clinging to things that do not belong to him will only make him more and more miserable.

To put it simply, one has to have some sense of propriety in life.

Since mortals become officials just to serve as dogs for the Primarchs and to serve their ancestors, then let them serve to their heart's content.

Just embezzle if you want, just consider it as a reward for your hard work.

The people of the empire will suffer, and the bad reputation will be borne by these high lords. Even if they have to obey the orders of the high lords in peacetime wars, they can accept it.

Whoever wants to do political work can do it. Anyway, these Astartes really can't do it and have no way to do it.

Faced with Abaddon's crying, Horus was also in a difficult situation. He had already made a big promise in front of his father and Malcador, and now he was in a difficult situation.

Even if you really want to give up, you have to hold on for a while, at least until the Emperor's visit to the Universal Corporation is over, and then tell the Emperor your intention to leave.

Otherwise, he would become the ridicule of the empire.

Therefore, no matter how difficult it is to be the regent of the Empire, Horus must persist in doing so and not let himself be looked down upon by the Emperor!
"Abaddon, you are my most trusted personal guard. Now that we are sitting on the highest throne of power in the empire, how can we give up so easily?"

Horus spoke to comfort the other party and said some words that he usually used to comfort himself. Although it didn't work very well, at this critical moment, Horus didn't know what to do except comfort him.

You can't just make promises to Abaddon, saying that if he works hard, he will be the regent of the empire one day.

He would not care about this crappy position unless he could be given the title of Warmaster, but Horus knew that this was impossible, after all, the position of Warmaster was his.

"Lord, why don't we go to Malcador and ask for mercy, so that he can continue to be the regent of this empire. You will still be the warmaster of the empire, and I will still be the captain under your command."

Abaddon didn't want to be fooled by Horus. He was determined to return to Cthonia. It was okay for him not to go back, but to stay beside Horus as a bodyguard or the commander of the royal guards.

Of course, being a bodyguard is possible, but being the commander of the imperial guards is absolutely impossible.

After all, the Imperial Guards in the Terran Palace were all genuine elite troops of the Empire, including the invincible arbitrators in close combat, the battle-hardened centurions, the stormtroopers with advanced equipment, and the mysterious hermits...

These warriors have only one direct superior, the Emperor himself.

Even though Horus was the regent of the empire, he did not have the power to make personnel arrangements for these people. To do so would be no different from treason.

Seeing Horus's conflicted, embarrassed and reluctant look, Abaddon knew that there was no hope for him to go back. How could they leave without Horus asking to leave?

Then, Abaddon used his final move and advised Horus: "Lord, if you don't want to go back, you should find a way to change the status quo."

"In fact, we can also find more helpers to help us solve problems!" Outsourcing is an art. A good outsourcing dispatch can achieve visible cost reduction and efficiency improvement.

On the way to the Terra Palace, Abaddon thought about this problem seriously. He decided to find some mortals or other nobles to form a cabinet team. If something went wrong, he would hold these people accountable. They are not sticky.

At most, he will be held accountable for negligence.

Once you have achieved something, it is yours. Isn’t it wonderful to do this?
Establishing a government affairs processing system independent of the High Lords can not only continue to suppress and disgust Malcador's High Lord faction, but also expand its own political influence and enhance Horus' presence.

After listening to Abaddon's ideas, Horus showed joy. He did not expect that his captain had a brain and had such insights.

Come to think of it, the High Lord Councillors themselves are a "cabinet" system formed by Malcador himself, a leadership team that helps him handle government affairs.

Since others can do this, why can't I follow suit!
"Then tell me, who should we ask for help? Should it be those mortals?" Before Horus had time to be happy for long, he thought of the most critical issue again.

It was easy to form a new High Lords Council, but where were the people? They had no one!

Finding new mortal bureaucrats to build a new leadership team? What's the point? In this land of Terra, how many mortals are really willing to work like slaves for the Primarch?

Their mentors and leaders are all current high lord councilors, and they are all mortals. Once the higher-ups step down, the high lord positions will be theirs sooner or later, so there is no need to worry about not having a position.

The educational resources of the human empire are limited, and the mortal bureaucrats who can stay in Terra are all smart people. They have long since joined the mountain gate and worked under the command of various high lords.

It can be said that all the smart people in the empire have long been monopolized by the people arranged by Malcador, and the rest are all mediocre. Comparing a bunch of mediocre people with the top and shrewd political groups is just asking for trouble.

Finding mortals to form your own cabinet team seems wonderful, but when it comes to actually implementing it, you will find that this path has long been blocked and it simply won't work!
Sure enough, when Abaddon heard Horus ask this, his brain suddenly froze, and he also realized the problem of "no one available".

The Moon Wolf Legion is a bunch of rough and tumble guys. They just offended a large number of mortal bureaucrats and killed many people in vain some time ago. Now they are begging them to become officials. Isn't this just slapping themselves in the face?

"Well..."

Abaddon's brain was overloaded at this moment. After thinking for most of the day, he finally blurted out a meaningless sentence: "We can continue to select from the Luna Wolves. Maybe we can find some suitable people."

Abaddon said so, but he himself knew that this approach would not work.

After all, any soldier in the Moon Wolves who could read and do some writing work had already been picked out and assigned to other positions, and the rest were all semi-illiterate who could barely read a single word.

Expecting these people to fight against the High Lord's gang of bureaucratic veterans is as ridiculous as a little kid who has just learned how to use a sword fighting against these battle-hardened Astartes.

After listening to Abaddon's seemingly beautiful but actually impossible nonsense, Horus sighed helplessly, waved his hand at him, and signaled him to go down quickly and think of a solution.

However, although Abaddon failed to provide Horus with an effective solution, he did bring some new ideas to Horus, which was to expand his pool of governing talent.

It would be best if these people had no connection with the high lords and possessed extraordinary wisdom and abilities. These seemingly harsh conditions that could not be met at the same time were actually not completely impossible!
'It seems that this is the only thing I can do.'

Horus seemed to be thinking about something. After thinking seriously for most of the day, he finally made up his mind and issued hundreds of orders in the name of the Imperial Regent.

The first thing was to form a new ruling department - the Imperial Cabinet, which was specifically designed to match the High Lords' Council system under Malcador and assist him in handling government affairs.

Almost all the smart and capable Astartes in the Luna Wolves were placed in this unified department.

These people had no specific positions, but only had the same powers as the Imperial Regent when handling documents.

Of course, Horus would not let these rough guys take on the responsibility of handling all government documents at once. Instead, he only picked out a few specific types of documents and left them to the Astartes to handle.

For example, suppressing local rebellions, sweeping out alien forces, and distributing supplies to the major Primarchs. In short, all documents involving the interests of each Primarch were basically handled by Horus' cabinet members.

This decision was certainly an extremely astute one. First of all, the government affairs type was finally a bit more professional for these Astartes.

Although they would give priority to the welfare of the Primarchs when handling and distributing supplies, this was also the instruction of Horus, who was trying to win the support of the Primarchs.

As for whether mortals would starve to death or whether his approval would be rejected by those high lords, it was no big deal.

Anyway, Horus never thought about how much he could accomplish or how many people of the empire he could feed. He just wanted to ensure that the empire's political system did not collapse.

Horus knew that he did not have much political talent, and he had no way of defeating the High Lords and their gang of old foxes, so he had to win the support of a group, that is, the Primarchs!

This is the base of his political influence. If he offends his brothers because of some mortal, he will end up being caught in a dilemma.

So when Horus learned that Hector was withholding supplies and sucking blood from other star regions, he didn't want to pay any attention to it. The Space Wolves Legion and the Luna Wolves have a close relationship.

He didn't want to create a rift with Ruth because of this incident.

In addition, Horus also issued a series of talent-seeking orders, seeking capable people to govern the country throughout the empire.

In fact, the real purpose of issuing such a talent-seeking order has never been that the ruling party really wants to draw cards from the people, eager to draw an SSR-level minister who is hidden in the city and can govern the country.

But it is to poach other people's talents!

The largest political group in the current human empire is the High Lords Council of Malcador, but there are other smaller groups that have not fully joined the High Lords' camp.

The order issued by Horus to recruit talents was to win over this group of people. As for the real masters of grassroots political micromanipulation? Just go wherever you want and don't mess around.

The conditions for the talent recruitment order offered by Horus would certainly be more generous and attractive than the regular official benefits.

It can be said that Horus did this to give other bureaucrats a chance to rise quickly and change jobs. It depends on whether these people dare to compete with him to make a big profit.

Dissatisfied with the status quo and eager for progress.

Anyone who has grudges against the bureaucrats of the High Lords’ Council can come over to our side!
Just as Horus expected, with the issuance of these two decrees, his cabinet indeed became much larger and the number of documents on his desk was reduced a lot.

Looking at the greatly reduced government documents and the increasing number of cabinet members, Horus finally felt the true joy that power brought.

But Horus still has to do what needs to be done, and the files that need to be processed will only be transferred, not disappear.

For example, when it comes to some key issues, Horus's nod of agreement is indispensable.

[Lord, the governor of Ulduar was killed by interstellar pirates on the way 20 years ago. The local governor was actually a pirate back then. Now the pirate leader is an officer under the Dark Angels. Should we intervene in this matter?]

"What interstellar pirate? He is a planetary governor appointed by the human empire. Remember to remind the governor of Ulduar not to forget to pay taxes, or else he will be executed!"

[Lord, the Death Guard is competing with other star regions for the same batch of supplies. Mortarion said that the supplies are needed to train new soldiers, but the governor of the star region said that they need disaster relief and rebuilding homes. What should we do? ]

"Half of the supplies will be given to Mortarion, and the other half will be shipped back to Terra. As for the supplies needed for disaster relief, ask the emissary of the Universal Corporation to help you get them."

[Why only give the Death Guard half of the supplies? 】

"When I was appointed Regent of the Empire some time ago, he was the only one who didn't come to Terra. I have to teach this kid a lesson and let him know who is the boss of the Primarch!"

【…】

As he handled more and more government documents, Horus gradually accumulated experience in this area and knew how to make different choices in order to satisfy his own political interests.

Horus was a smart and clever Primarch, just a little suspicious. Now that he no longer suspected the Emperor, he could fully display his unique personal charm.

His leadership team and cabinet are constantly being improved.

Although this group of people still couldn't compete with the High Lords, Horus finally made a good start and expanded his political influence.

Don’t worry about whether there will be any sudden disasters or more troubles in the future, as long as the empire’s government affairs processing system can run!
(End of this chapter)