Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

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A dense stream of data rapidly swept across the screen, which Hades stared at intently.

The report on the Grei'er World Ore has been submitted, and the Mechanical Sage's reply is to wait.

Hades wasn't in a hurry either, since he was busy with the construction of the Star Ring. He watched with amusement as the sages hurriedly packed up their various experimental equipment, giving the impression that they were about to run away.

It's clear that even these sages are on the verge of a breakdown by Barbarus's bizarre experimental environment.

As the information flowed by, Hades blinked and refocused his attention on the screen.

Select the star ring with white noise on the screen.

According to Hades' initial plans negotiated with the sages, the Barbarus ring will support 95% of the planet's current population.

The manufacturing industry on the Star Ring will develop and become more specialized, and it will not be limited to the products manufactured previously.

Hades decided to allocate another portion of the Legion's living supplies to the Barbarus Ring. Although this was not a lot for an industrial planet operating at full capacity, it was more than enough for the relatively sparsely populated Barbarus Ring.

Hades, rather than Mortalian wanting the Barbarus to be resilient peasant warriors, hoped to teach them a lesson.

In most planetary governance models, a small group of elite nobles can receive education.

However, there are no classes in Barbarossa at present, so education is not monopolized by class.

Rather, Barbalus simply didn't have education at all!

In the tradition of Barbarus, books and education have always been the privilege of the alien lords. The only form of education available to humans is that some artisans can learn some basic and essential skills from their predecessors.

In some ways, Mortarian was indeed the most educated member of the resistance, because he was raised by an alien foster father and had read quite a few books.

But what he was looking at... well, probably numerology.

Therefore, what the Death Guard Legion lacks most is educated people.

First, regarding the Death Guard's recruitment planets, the Fourteenth Legion will not only have Barbaros and Galaspa as recruitment planets. In the future, as the number of recruitment planets increases, the demand for administrative personnel will also surge.

In reality, the Deathguard has deployed all its administrative personnel to manage Barbaros and Galaspa, but this is still insufficient to meet the current large staffing shortage.

The main problem was Galaspa. Mortarian hanged all of Galaspa's administrators, creating a huge breach in the defenses.

Barbarus was fine at first because it had always been a small village with two large outposts, which were managed by the Death Guard.

But once cities rise on the star ring, various administrative management systems must also keep up.

We can't turn the Barbarus Ring into a city like the Underhive.

Secondly, in addition to requiring educated personnel for administrative roles, the selection of personnel for the corps also needs to further improve their military skills.

In Macragge, which was managed by Primarch Guilliman, who loved farming, military schools were established, and Ultramarines were selected directly from these schools.

Hades felt it was worthwhile to learn from this, as the establishment of military schools could at least guarantee a stable pool of reserves.

But his desire to get involved in education is not something he can achieve simply by thinking about it.

First, Hades had to find a way to recruit a group of educated people from elsewhere, and second, he also had to acquire some learning materials and the like.

Hades looked at the Barbarus people, whose education level was basically zero, and the Galapa people, whose education level was also zero, and fell into a deep doubt about life.

After careful consideration, Hades decisively approached Mortarian.

"We need to request a group of educated officials from the Empire for the logistical support of the Death Guard."

Mortarian stared at Hades with a look of utter disbelief.

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Why should the empire get involved?

Hades choked up.

Because Barbalus and Galaspa simply couldn't find anyone who fit the bill.

If they hire from a nearby star system, they'll most likely be ripped off.

Those educated nobles and elites, who are well taken care of at home, why would they come to a place like Barbarossa?

So, go find Macado and the Emperor and complain about being broke!

Hades looked at Mortarian seriously; the legion commander had clearly just been reviewing Galaspa's documents.

"Because we need to go to the front lines to fight, not to approve documents in the rear."

"it is good."

Mortarian put down the documents in his hand, randomly picked up a piece of paper, and began to draft a letter to the Emperor.

Mortarian had long been fed up. Although he couldn't quite understand why Hades had been so busy recruiting people and developing education, since it was Hades who proposed it, asking the Empire for something was probably not a bad deal.

Besides, Mortarian had been unhappy for a long time ever since his brothers first came to see him.

The emperor had promised him that he would meet a brother who would be a "soulmate".

Mortarian had originally thought he would actually encounter humans like himself.

They were all exceptionally capable, ambitious, and shared the same interests. Or perhaps, Mortarian had always harbored some unrealistic fantasies about his brothers, who, like himself, were completely unable to integrate into the mortal world, just as he had when he joined the Empire.

But clearly, apart from both being much larger than mortals, Mortalian saw absolutely no similarity between his "biological" brother and himself. He found it even more difficult to imagine that a "newborn brother" who was much stronger than himself and was constantly overflowing with sympathy could have any common topics with him.

The emperor had clearly lied to him again.

A dishonest liar.

Mortarian cursed inwardly.

Hades looked with satisfaction at the letter he had written to Macado, the encrypted text densely covering the paper.

Although Hades didn't understand any standardized format for official imperial correspondence (and such a thing probably didn't even exist), he still felt that this letter was well-written!

At the beginning of the letter, he first offered a brief word of comfort to Makado, and then began a long exchange of pleasantries.

Hades really wanted to ask Makado in person why the untouchables he had promised were all misfits, but he couldn't face Makado directly. So Hades used his years of internet surfing skills from his previous life to express his subtle dissatisfaction with this batch of untouchables.

Makado could definitely see through his little tricks at a glance. Hades just wanted to annoy him, nothing more.

Then came a long string of incomprehensible nonsense, expressing the Death Guard's current predicament, the sadness that Barbarus was about to be wiped out, and the great resolve of the Mortarion Legion Commander to cut down psykers every day.

Finally, in the new ending, Hades subtly suggested that the Legion was currently facing difficulties, needing resources and personnel, and that the Death Guard desperately needed educated officers who could teach.

Just in case, Hardy specifically emphasized what the minimum definition of these "educated talents" is.

He also urged the Black Ships in the letter, saying that if the Silent Sisters didn't arrive soon, Hades would have to put little Herrera into the Death Guard.

Finally, add your signature.

Hades, you wrote well!

However, he still had a conscience, so Hades thoughtfully added at the very top of the letter...

The thoughtful slogan reads, "If you're in a hurry, you can just read the last paragraph."

Hades silently sealed the letter and handed it to the messenger.

Hopefully, when Macardo sees this letter and this motley crew of untouchables from the Death Guard, his remaining conscience will be bothered.

But Makado clearly had no conscience. Several days later, Hades looked at this group of misfit "educated talents" and fell into deep thought once again.

Makado also gave Hades an extra one of his secret patterns. Looking at the faintly glowing pattern, Hades felt that Makado was mocking him.

Meanwhile, Mortarion's letter to the Emperor, filled with righteous indignation and almost vehement cursing, actually brought the Death Guard a new wave of transport ships from Mars. The ships lost in the Battle of Galaspa were quickly replenished, and they also received a considerable amount of supplies.

The world is so diverse.

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Chapter 147 Makado, Thank You

Hades looked helplessly at these so-called "highly educated people" in front of him.

"Sir, I am their current supervisor."

A chubby, greasy man spoke to Hades in a fawning tone.

Behind him was a large group of people whose clothes were somewhat tattered, but still couldn't hide their elegance.

Hades felt an angry symbol pop out above his head.

He deliberately set aside the supervision and construction of the Star Ring, as well as the population migration and registration in Barbarossa, just to come here and welcome the people that Macardo sent him.

Not long ago, the weapons and fleets that the Emperor had funded for Mortarion had just arrived in port. Seeing the extravagance and wealth emanating from those transport ships, Hades couldn't help but have a little bit of anticipation for Macado.

But as it turns out, you're truly something else, Macado.

Looking at the spaceship full of people who resembled refugees fleeing a war, Hades fell into a deep doubt about the meaning of life.

If I had known, I would have asked the Emperor for it.

But in reality, Hades knew that Macardo was in charge of most of the Empire's administration, and if Hades really went to ask the Emperor, the order would most likely still be carried out by Macardo in the end.

Hades thought through gritted teeth.

However, Makado also had his reasons for this. Terra's key departments have an enormous demand for talent, and he himself doesn't mind having too many people, so why would he send talent to a relatively remote planet?

Even the Primarch homeworld wouldn't work.

Therefore, Macardo decisively issued a decree to the Storm Starfield where Barbarus was located, ordering the collection of guilty noble sons from various planets.

Thus, Hades received a bunch of “educational recipients” who had lost in local politics, been convicted of dereliction of duty, or were about to be executed for embezzlement and bribery.

You might ask whether they are literate or not, or whether they have received higher education.

Hades cursed Macado in his heart once again.

This is quite an ingenious interpretation.

The middle-aged man in front of Hades, seeing that the legion leader ignored him, remained unperturbed, maintaining his practiced smile and standing beside Hades with neither arrogance nor servility, waiting.

His name was Fowler. He was originally a high-ranking official in the hive city. He rose to his position thanks to the protection of a powerful family. However, when the powerful family he was attached to needed a scapegoat for the death penalty, Fowler was directly pushed out.

Fowler wasn't angry. From the day he was taken in, he already knew his fate. So Fowler never saved much money for himself. He spent his money as soon as he had it and never started a family. He believed that he had no regrets before going to prison.

But he never expected that a single sentence from those top-ranking figures would lead to him being roughly dragged out of prison by the guards and shoved into the fleet bound for Barbarossa.

That's good, I can live a little longer.

However, the official in front of him seemed very annoyed. Fowler could tell that this official did not welcome them, a group of impoverished nobles.

It's highly likely that this person was secretly swindled by someone higher up, and he can't say anything about it, so he has to suffer in silence.

Fowler tried his best to look less unpleasant, and sighed inwardly. As the person in charge who had been temporarily pulled out by those people, he was probably going to be in trouble.

Fowler had glimpsed these legionary adults before; they were quite temperamental and didn't take them mortals seriously at all.

However, after a moment of stunned silence, the adult opposite him asked in a voice devoid of clear emotion,

"What's your name?"

“Fowler, sir, my name is Fowler.”

Hades paused, suppressing his urge to kill Macado.

“Okay, Fowler, tell me where your group comes from.”

Fowler was flattered; it was rare to see an adult so reasonable and unemotional. The few remaining strands of hair on his head fluttered slightly, and he quickly rattled off everything he knew.

"My lord, most of us are nobles from the Storm Starfield, all of whom speak the High Gothic language. We were convicted for various reasons, but we have now been transferred to your office."

Very well, and they are all guilty. Hades has now guessed Makado's plan.

He decided to retract his previous sympathy for Macardo, who had been humiliated by Mortarion, on Mars.

Education is crucial, but finding a bunch of people with poor character...

Hades felt himself getting angry again.

"guilty?"

Hades asked slowly,

The Death Guard's deep voice rippled outwards, and the crowd, which had been making some small movements just moments before, fell into a deathly silence.

"Yes, yes, sir."

The murderous aura that Hades had just unleashed made Fowler's knees buckle, and he immediately knelt down.

Fowler's kneeling awakened the crowd, and the people who had just been so frightened they almost suffocated immediately knelt down in droves.