Chapter 46 Thinking and "Adults"

Unlike the political storm brewing on Terra, Calvin, who had finished everything, left this place of trouble with ease.

Shortly after the Imperial Fists' envoy left, a temporarily promoted academy official enthusiastically visited Calvin's residence. With his diligent help, Calvin and his team finally completed the mission of this trip.

They met the 150 students on the original list in a playground prepared by the academy, not one less.

Yes, not one less. After thinking it over again and again, Calvin made a special proposal to the academy official to bring the young Sutherland, who was supposed to be implicated by the stupid behavior of his father and brother and had a bleak future, out of the temporary prison of the Psychic Academy.

Without staying any longer, Calvin, who did not want to cause any more trouble and was eager to report, sent a predetermined signal to the orbit, and the Grey Knights strike cruiser, which was on standby in the orbit, quickly responded.

Three Thunderhawk assault boats appeared from the sky in a herringbone formation and quickly landed on the spacious apron of the Psychic Academy.

Under Calvin's order, the Paladins divided the students into two teams, each taking two Thunderhawk assault boats.

He led the remaining Paladins and took the most special student in this recruitment to the last Thunderhawk.

Just like when they came, after a short air traffic control application was passed, the Thunderhawks drove at full speed, and with the roar of the huge engine, they took their masters to their home in space. Only the college officials who were in a good mood because of the unexpected promotion were left, and the figure in the brand new red robe became smaller and smaller as the horizon moved away.

The Thunderhawk's engine was still roaring, and Calvin sat in his seat and quietly thought about the experience of this trip.

Although he did not see the leader of the Imperial Guards and the newly appointed Lord of the Inquisition, he also vaguely felt that the whole thing was handled a little too smoothly.

Calvin recalled the scene at that time. The imperial noble had just appeared not long ago, and the forces from the Imperial Guards and the Inquisition had already dealt with the other party.

This coincidence and kindness of someone handing over a pillow just when he was sleepy was not a good thing in Calvin's eyes. If you want to take it first, you must give it first.

What kind of price is needed to balance the unprovoked kindness? This is something Calvin cannot know and control.

Looking back, Calvin, who was at the center of the struggle at that time, was just an officer at the executive level.

At that moment, he was just a chess piece in the whole chess game. Except for some special functions, there was no difference in essence.

This huge gap of being out of his control made him clearly realize that Terra at this time was not his stage.

It was still far from the time for him to take over the entire war group and related forces and truly compete with various forces on the chess table.

Calvin, who understood these, no longer struggled with this experience. He just wanted to savor and remember this feeling of being out of control.

Only in this way can he remind himself at all times: if he does not want to hypocritically deceive himself that he is just a warrior, but only wants to fulfill his mission and obligations from the pure force side.

Then he must understand that the political game has its own rules. The violent end of the other party's physical existence is the most deterrent only when it is not put into action.

How to maximize the deterrence formed by violence to guide others or certain groups to make the changes and results they want is the real way to show his toughness.

In such a struggle, killing is undoubtedly the simplest, most brutal, and at the same time the most incompetent approach.

In addition to lowering the evaluation of one's ability as a decision-maker and making allies less trusting of oneself, simple killing can only leave a mess and no one to clean up. And such consequences are not what he wants to see.

In Terra, the heart of the human empire, every seemingly small functional department is like a blood vessel in the heart, involving all aspects of the entire empire.

And for the people here, every simple and rough treatment is irresponsible to the entire empire; every vacancy caused by the transfer of power that is not within the rules may eventually be magnified into a devastating loss in a certain direction that the empire has to deal with under a chain reaction.

A batch of supplies that failed to be delivered in time will affect the outcome of a battle, and then affect the ownership of a galaxy or even a star region;

A batch of food that failed to be delivered will affect the life and death of a nest world, and then affect the conscription process of a certain war group scheduled a hundred years ago;

An order that failed to arrive will affect the policy direction of a star region in the next few decades, and then affect hundreds of millions of people.

All of the above are Calvin's thoughts while sitting in the Thunder Eagle on his way home.

The soul in his body that came from the Eastern people in his previous life has an understanding of the feelings of home and country, which is incomprehensible to the people of the Warhammer world that evolved from the law of the jungle.

He may not love a specific person, but he is willing to use everything he has to love the country represented by this race. This may also be the biggest similarity between him and the man on the throne.

Some people, in Calvin's eyes, deserve to die, but cannot die, and Calvin can only indulge their existence before the time comes;

Some people do not deserve to die in his eyes, but he can only watch them go to death. When the fate of this country is bound to the victory or defeat of a certain war, even if he wants to replace them, Calvin can only watch them leave.

Such an essential difference in values ​​​​dooms him to not being understood by many people in this empire.

And this also indicates that one day in the future, when he finally walks out of the protection of his predecessors and becomes a chess player holding the chess pieces, he will be destined to embark on a path that may not be understood by others.

This kind of thinking is beneficial and is a norm that accompanies him throughout his life.

This kind of thinking about the internal direction of the empire will make him no longer satisfied with being a good politician or a ruler who is well versed in power and conspiracy. His mission is to be a founder and leader who can guide the direction of the entire empire, change the current low efficiency and outdated management structure of the empire from top to bottom, and then become a pioneer and leader in governing the world.

This is not a goal that can be achieved in a short time. Even under the observation of external alien forces and subspace, it is no less difficult to be able to make such a degree of change in the empire amidst the endless wars and conspiracies. A heart transplant without extracorporeal circulation.

And Calvin, who aspired to become a doctor in this ancient empire, also had to face such a bad situation without a period of peace for repair and peaceful transition of power. This will be a big test for him. (Don’t imitate the protagonist, studying medicine won’t save the empire. That’s enough waaaaaah!)

Calvin woke up from his meditation, calmed down, and looked at the paladins around him.

These lovely comrades also seemed to know the meaning of the seemingly simple but actually complicated experiences on this trip to Calvin.

They stood in their positions with breathless concentration, and there was not even a trace of a word in the bustling psychic channel in the past.

No one wanted to interrupt this young man's thinking, because he was given too many heavy hopes.

And there wasn't much they could do. Apart from defending his safety with their lives, the only thing left was to keep him quiet when he needed to think.

When he woke up from his thoughts, the atmosphere in the entire cabin slowly became active.

Calvin turned his head and looked at the opposite side. As the candidate with the best statistics among the students this time and the most special status, he was sitting opposite the group of giants with a slight uneasiness.

Traces of panic and anger still remained on the young man's handsome and delicate face.

But after the "forced" silence after boarding the Thunder Eagle, he wanted to understand something and began to observe everything around him with a strange indifferent attitude.

"Do you hate me?" This was the first thing Calvin asked after watching the other person quietly for several minutes.

And the giants around him, after hearing these words, looked at the young man opposite with what seemed to be cold but actually gossipy eyes.

The young man shrank instinctively under the crowd of angels, but his good upbringing allowed him to quickly get rid of this ineffective behavior that was not helpful.

He straightened his thoughts and said solemnly to the tallest man among the angels in front of him:

"Hate? I don't hate it either."

"Oh? Tell me." Calvin was a little curious about what was going on in the other person's little head, and this also related to whether the "human favor" he paid when the other party's family was dealt with could be reciprocated.

"I think I should hate you, because you are the reason why my father's family was defeated. But my father told me since I was a child that my mission is to become an angel, and serving the Emperor is my greatest value. My life It also exists for this reason, and it saved me from a fate that was about to fail.”

The young man looked at this unique angel in front of him with some confusion. On the one hand, the destruction of his family made the young man unable to treat Calvin indifferently, even though he knew it was not his fault; on the other hand, it was this same angel who saved him from living as an Astartes candidate for 13 years. life. If after the destruction of his family, the meaning of his life was also destroyed, he couldn't imagine what his fate would be.

"Then will you seek revenge from me? For example, on the battlefield, if I was shot in the back?" Calvin continued to ask, and in conjunction with the words in his mouth, he made a shooting gesture. .

He felt satisfied with the other person's character. And he couldn't tolerate such an outstanding seedling being destroyed just because of the selfish desires of his father and brother. Maybe he will eventually challenge him because of his family's hatred, but until then, let this child contribute to the Empire and the Emperor the loyalty he should give back to the Empire with the huge resources he has received since childhood, which is what Calvin wants. Things to like to see.

You may hate me, but you must still be loyal to this empire. Because it is he who gave you a prosperous life and favorable material conditions. This is also Calvin’s fundamental position on this matter.

"I will not do anything to harm the honor of my family! Even if it no longer exists! Even if I am the only one left, the honor of Sutherland cannot be slandered! I will do it after becoming a holy Astartes , launch honorary revenge against you! ...Even if I die, it is the result I deserve!"

The young man was successfully irritated by Calvin's language, and the second half of the other man's words completely penetrated the disguise given to him by his aristocratic upbringing.

With a red face, he loudly vented the anger in his heart to Calvin. Even in the end, he realized the hopelessness of revenge, but the honor from his family still gave him the confidence to accept a glorious death.

Calvin smiled, and the true side of the other party was clearly revealed under his spiritual perception:

"A cub with hatred but excellent nature will obviously grow faster and more motivated than others. This is what he wants. As for revenge? Let's talk about it one day."

He looked at the young man in front of him and said with a smile:

"Good! I remember you. If, and I mean if, you do become an Astartes, then I welcome your vengeance anytime, anywhere. Now, tell me your name."

"Calvin! Calvin de Sutherland!" The boy said his name loudly.

But it was different from the scene of ridicule or recognition he expected. After he said his name, what he got was a sudden silence in the entire cabin.

The paladins looked at each other, and then finally looked at Calvin, who was originally smiling but now looked a little stiff. The latter also managed to maintain his expression after his brain shut down for a few seconds. He said to the "little Calvin" in front of him:

"Very well, I am waiting for your revenge. But before that, you are only our reserve force."

He looked around, and before reaching Titan, he didn't want to have any more communication with the little guy who had the same name as him. He pointed to Gavins who was watching the excitement and said:

"Come on, it's you! You are responsible for bringing this little guy to the fifth company!"

After hearing the instructions, Gavins stood up from the crowd helplessly. He said to the little guy in front of him: "From now on, you, follow me. Well, you can call me Brother Gavins." ”

"Yes! What about him? Also called Brother Zhan?" After accepting the order from the other party, little Sutherland pointed his finger at his enemy - Calvin who was touching his nose.

"Him? Well...he's different. You should call me sir first." Gavins said, almost suppressing a smile.