Chapter 71 Documents and Diaries 2

Chapter 71 Files and Diaries-2

File 2: 0705.650.M39

After receiving the resettlement documents, the lives of my comrades and I changed dramatically because of these two thin decrees.

We went from being unwelcome battlefield remnants who were accepted for humanitarian reasons to nominal imperial heroes and local nobles among the millions of planets in the future empire.

For a noble second son like me who was born in Zhongsi College, such a change can be regarded as a glory for the family.

Not to mention that a large part of the comrades who are still alive are civilians from the bottom of the nest city. Such a change has indeed healed my or our pain in a sense.

Compared with such rewards, the sacrifices of the dead comrades seem to have become meaningful. As the words in High Gothic on the resettlement order say: "If you do not fail the empire, the empire will not fail you."

Imperial nobles, yes, from the moment we received the resettlement decree, from the moment our names were recorded in the coat of arms of the Imperial Senate.

Our fate has been accepted and bound by this ancient empire.

From now on, the Empire will no longer look at our descendants as civilians who are not even consumables.

We, and our descendants, at least in the eyes of the Empire, have a sense of existence.

The changes brought about by such honor and preferential treatment will be long-lasting and lasting.

It is reflected in all aspects, from rituals to salaries, from power to reputation. If it is in the hands of people who are good at management, this legacy can even last for a thousand years.

And if it goes a step further, the family is fortunate enough to contribute even one successful new blood to the Emperor's angels among several or even dozens of young members while the foundation is still there.

Then what awaits the family will be a smooth road to prosperity.

A family that can provide soldiers for the Astartes Chapter is considered a true noble;

Only then can it prove the excellence of its family at the genetic level and be accepted by those ancient forerunners;

Only then can it establish a relationship with the core forces that can truly participate in decision-making affairs among the countless populations of these empires;

Only then can it have its own voice in the star system, section or even star region where the family is located and not be ignored.

The beginning of all this is that you must first successfully pass the selection from the hundreds of millions of people in the empire to become a glorious imperial guard.

Then, in this cannon fodder that is only higher than the planetary local forces in the imperial armed sequence, you must survive a service career of nearly a century or even longer.

You must do everything you can to survive on the battlefields in various parts of the empire's territory and in the hands of various monsters and demons that the empire faces.

If you are lucky, in your service career, you have never encountered the kind of fierce battle that affects the entire galaxy; you have never experienced the pollution of those unspeakable existences;

Finally, you are also fortunate not to be sacrificed as a bargaining chip by your own high-level commander; even for some strange reasons, such as some gray cans among your comrades, or because you may have seen a man holding two guns and carrying a long sword passing by and being shot by some passing angels.

Then congratulations, you have at least persisted until the day when your corps is used correctly as cannon fodder.

In this fierce battle comparable to the final judgment, I don’t know whether it is lucky or unfortunate that you survived.

To be precise, you survived after bearing the sacrifices of all the comrades you have ever seen.

Then you have the treatment I have now, a thin piece of yellow decree paper, worthless.

But it is an edict that can make you an imperial noble.

The journey was so difficult, but we were lucky enough to persevere to the end. The reward was so rich, but I still doubted whether it was worth it every time I woke up in the middle of the night.

It was probably worth it, which can be seen from the envy in the eyes of the comrades from other corps on the ship who knew that we were leaving.

It took us a whole week to adapt to this change and imagine ourselves as a noble lord.

In this regard, I am not much better than those brothers who were born in civilians, because the second son of a family like me, after being proved to have no potential to become an Astartes after birth, can only be thrown into the Zhongsi Academy.

I didn't even have the opportunity to see what the core hall of my family looked like until I became an adult.

This is also the reason why I chose to deny it when the heraldry scholar sent by the Empire asked me whether to add the symbol of my family to my own coat of arms.

I don't have a family, if I must have one. Then my family is my regiment, my coat of arms is our regiment emblem, and my family members should naturally be my brothers.

I don't know which philosopher said that happiness is a relative thing.

I deeply agree with this. We were immersed in the failure of the army's loss of the opportunity to rebuild. Before we got a clear resettlement, we were like a rabbit that forgot its goal while running, and we were still anxious about not being able to continue running, not knowing that the whistle at the finish line had been blown for a long time.

When the resettlement order, which we had never really thought about before and occasionally only talked about after drinking, was placed in front of us, we were a little uncomfortable.

But the discomfort was short-lived. In the days after getting rid of negative emotions, we were grateful for our current situation every day.

When imagining our future life, my brothers and I were thinking about how to bring our relatives far away to our new home.

And how happy can we and our relatives live in this new home that belongs to us? Yes, that's right. Relatives, relatives of the living, and relatives of the dead.

Presumably, those commanders and other comrades who have already sat under the Emperor will also be happy for us.

Happy times are always short, and the ship to the SATA galaxy has arrived. More than a hundred of us also set foot on our own road, the road home, in the envious and blessing eyes of many brothers from other legions.

Another note: Old Bailey ruthlessly rejected my suggestion to give him retirement, saying that he could work for at least another 200 years. Nonsense...

File Three: 1125.650.M39

We finally arrived at our promised land after 4 months of travel.

We were greeted by Sir Bernard, the permanent undersecretary of the previous governor, the chairman of the parliament of many nobles in the existing hive, the fourth-class knight of the Imperial Tribune, and the owner of the Order of St. Jane.

The local nobles represented by him held a warm and friendly welcome dinner for our group of roe deer who came from afar.

From his cautious and scrutinizing eyes, I knew that he was full of doubts about whether my appointment would affect the existing interests of his family.

But I, who was accompanied by the envoys of the star zone garrison, was backed by the authority of the entire empire. In any case, he would not question my legitimacy here, and that was enough.

I don't need his recognition or support. In my opinion, my military background allows me to get enough support from the Star Army.

And with the tacit approval of the Military Affairs Department, the 800 veterans I received from various corps when I left the Mandela District were my greatest wealth.

In order to give these veterans a good way out, these regiment commanders owed me a lot of favors. And the veterans themselves, except for a few people from the heavy armored corps, basically brought out their own equipment as it was.

These 800 people may not be enough to kill or wound a Dalian in a desperate charge on the real battlefield.

But in a paradise-like world like the Hive City, my small company of less than a thousand people is the greatest guarantee for us to fight for our own interests, and this is indeed the case.

The first governor's order I issued after taking office was to dismiss the former governor's law enforcement force on the spot.

They might have had some ideas, but for the sake of the nearly a thousand regular Star Army veterans in my hands, the work of receiving and reorganizing went unexpectedly smoothly. Well, it has absolutely nothing to do with the hot-line laser guns in our hands, believe it or not.

The military ability of the permanent deputy minister is a mess, which is also in line with his family background that has been developed for more than ten generations in the local area.

Several local families are also very united behind him. I appreciate this attitude of keeping warm together. Isn't it the same for us?

So after I established my military power, I did not make any changes to his existing areas in terms of government affairs.

I just promoted the position of the permanent deputy minister to the chief permanent deputy minister under the witness of several other local families.

This is a response to his repeated complaints to me about his excessive workload. With a few colleagues who are half a level lower than him, his workload will surely be effectively reduced.

As for the salary and staffing of just a few people, since they were originally caused by the Governor's internal anger, I think I can still afford it.

A happy ending, I think.

File 3: 660.M39

At the tenth anniversary celebration of my appointment as Governor, my permanent undersecretary Sir Bernard introduced me to a wandering trader who came from a distant foreign land, and it is said that he can solve some "little troubles that have troubled me for a long time."

After the ceremony, I met this wandering trader named Sidney in the auditorium, and he gave me a seed.

According to him, the fruit of this seed can effectively relieve the pain of old injuries during the rainy season, which is really useful for me and my brothers.

As I grow older, the "gifts" from the enemies on the battlefield keep me awake every night, and the old soldiers in the regiment are even more so.

Everyone was still laughing and joking during the day, and nothing unusual could be seen, but the dazzling number and intensity of painkillers in the procurement requirements submitted to me by the logistics director every month could not be false.

And as time goes by, there are fewer and fewer drugs that can effectively relieve pain due to drug resistance.

To be precise, there are fewer and fewer cheap and effective painkillers, and fortunately I can afford the expensive ones for the time being.

I planted the seeds in the banquet hall behind the auditorium, which is usually very quiet when there is no need for ceremony.

The fountain in the center of the hall has the best sunlight and water in the entire church-style building. I planted it in the soil in the center of the fountain with hope, waiting for it to bloom and bear fruit.

And this is the beginning of all sins.

The seeds did not grow as I expected. After waiting for a long time, I conveyed my doubts to Sir Bernard, a wandering trader who was still stranded in the star zone due to business.

The message returned caught me off guard: what this seed needs to grow is neither sunlight, water, nor soil. It is flesh and blood, and soul.

Sir Bernard stopped me from reporting this to the Astra Militarum and the Imperial Inquisition.

According to him, this wandering trader has been doing this for a long time. He can walk openly in the empire with such behavior. He must have the support of a big man or a group behind him.

And I can't afford to offend such a big man. I listened to the advice of the knight.

File 4: 1221.666.M39

The letter from the Inquisition made me tremble with fear. Why are the values ​​abnormal? Why is there a missing judge? Is it really a case of sitting at home and suffering from trouble from Terra?

After asking Sir Bernard and checking the entry records of the past 20 years, I learned that there was also a missing judge on the mining planet next door 13 years before I took office.

I asked Sir Bernard, fortunately, the mining planet and the agricultural planet have nothing to do with the local nobles.

The benefits of this group of rubbish who can do nothing but fight for power have been unexpectedly reflected here. They are completely incompetent in management and operation and have outsourced the management rights of these branch planets a long time ago. As for the management rights, it is even more ridiculous.

In the Governor's Mansion, there were no photos of the heads of the security forces of the two planets, and they had never seen them in person. They had only served the real boss who had contracted these businesses from beginning to end.

And I happened to know this person, the wandering trader Sidney, who was really an old acquaintance...

What made me even more depressed was another thing that I couldn't tell anyone: the seed had sprouted.

In the morning, I saw the place where there shouldn't be any vegetation. Under the sacred light of the sun shining through the church-like stained glass windows, the green leaves of the sprouts that broke through the ground contained the beauty of life.

But I was horrified. Because I knew what the price was! I didn't even need to confirm that there must be a corpse lying under this black soil!

Who did it? No, who knew the conditions? Who was present besides Bernard when the wandering trader was met?

Mechanical priest Constance? No, he didn't need this thing. That left only my guard leader, the captain of the first company, Pearson, who had followed me through the bloody sea.

From the perspective of demand, he did have reason to do so. He had served for 60 years and fought in more than 200 battles. His scars were always his glory, not a burden.

Most of the scars on his body were left to cover me. I really hope it wasn't him...

Pearson finally admitted it, and we had the most serious fight since arriving on this planet, and the reason was what I said above.

I couldn't accept such evil behavior happening around me, but I couldn't send my comrades to the court of justice. We chose to solve it internally.

All 155 brothers were called to the banquet hall by me, and then they chose to stand between me and Pearson.

Fortunately, most people chose me in the end. Pearson shot himself in despair, and his remaining subordinates who participated in this blasphemous ceremony were also surrounded and eliminated by us in a later battle.

After the battle, I sealed off the banquet hall and announced to the public that I particularly disliked the decoration style of the hall.

After I explained the sudden and obvious personnel changes and vacancies, no one asked about them.

The incident was settled so simply, which gave me a deeper understanding of the planetary management system with the governor as the actual monarch, but I would rather not have this opportunity to understand.

I am Hailan, the governor of the empire, Hailan.