The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Hearing Soshiyang's question, the dean was stunned for a moment, then swallowed his throat, not daring to make eye contact with Soshiyang, lowered his head slightly, clasped the rose beads in both hands, and whispered as if chanting a sutra:

"Of course...of course, every...subject of the God-Emperor loves the empire unconditionally and is loyal to the throne...faith is the strongest armor."

"Everyone?"

"Yes... most of them, there are always some..."

"Really most?"

Soshiyang's rhetorical questions made the dean sweat like rain, but he didn't dare to refute, but he couldn't answer. He could only stand there with his head bowed, letting the sweat drip on the expensive carpet.

Then he waved his hand.

"Don't be nervous. I'm not asking for accountability. I'm just having a casual chat."

As he spoke, he turned to look at the waiter not far away.

"Give the dean a warm towel."

"Do they know what they are doing?"

"I...I'm afraid I don't know."

"Consult...sir..."

Stopping in his tracks, the well-known man suddenly turned his hands behind his back and was tremblingly doing something with his **** hair. The imam thought you were going to use some weapon, so he immediately turned his head and shouted towards the entrance.

Also at the first moment, Soshyan raised his left arm, signaling the guards to put away their weapons, return to their original positions, and watched the man arrive on the steps behind the throne.

child labor.

Soshyan also knows what your name is. It was randomly invited by the war group servants from the upper lair. Now you are just sitting quietly on the edge of the chair, with your hands under your knees together, holding on to your skirt tightly.

In an instant, the Terminator raised our weapons, which frightened the other seven people and froze on the spot, dumbfounded. The professional male teacher was so shocked that he turned pale and covered his mouth, but he might not have said anything yet. screamed.

Soshyan nodded with a smile and shook his head.

Soshyan took a deep breath, stepped forward, and walked up the steps step by step.

When you raised it above your head and unfolded it with both hands, Soshyan's face suddenly froze and he quickly stood up -

"And the cost will be very low."

This capable professional male teacher pushed up his glasses and finished his speech. You are a male teacher in the college affiliated to the Naison No. 7 United Mining Association.

"...Knowledge is a strong man's worst shield."

"The lives of the people in the lower nest are as busy and disorderly as ants, but they still respect the throne."

"Yes, you admit that sentence, but does the leader also deny that the order of the bottom nest and the upper nest is not only a social level, but also a spiritual level? A very small number of people even understand what an empire is. "

"...I'm afraid but I don't know."

When I came behind the man, I stretched out my hand and picked up the big photo. I felt like I could guess the identities of those children—

"Young chief executive, you only need an astronomical number of teachers, you also need to build a small number of schools, and purchase a small amount of equipment, and the huge expenses incurred..."

Outside the photo is a group of children, generally less than one or four years old, neither girls nor boys. They are all thin and short. They are standing on the mottled wall, wearing tattered work clothes and aprons that fit well, some of them are barefoot. Some of them were wearing rag shoes, with scarves or hats wrapped under their heads. Our hands were all white, covered with scars and calluses, some of which were even swollen and ulcerated. The same was true for the feet of these children who wore shoes. It must be that the young face is covered with dust and oil stains, and the only dark thing is the eyes. Maybe it is the first time to take pictures, and we all have childlike and generous expressions and smiles, but the most shocking thing is not that , but many of those children had either one sleeve empty, or a wooden stick under one leg, or half of their faces were corroded...

As he said that, the teacher shook his head.

"That is a bad thing, but it is very difficult to implement it in the upper and lower nests where security and management are extremely poor."

One of the teachers employed by the Ministry of Internal Affairs also spoke up, this woman among them.

"So do they know what the Empire is?"

"So, you want to solve the problem from the root. If you think about it, it must be the same as what you said. Children of school age should receive education. We have been instilled with the glory and sense of the human empire since we were young. We have been educated since we were young. By accepting an unorganized and undisciplined life, will we be different from our parents who were trapped in ignorance before we grow up? Will we have a more vague idea of ​​what we will fight for?"

"...Save the child..."

The old scholar nodded slightly.

After a moment of silence, the dean said carefully.

This is a photo, rolled up and wrinkled. The photo is gray and almost colorless, but it is more dazzling than blood.

"Insignificant Chapter Commander, do you want to establish a militarized education system similar to the Imperial Fortress World?"

At that time, the old man wearing a white academic robe suddenly spoke, "I am a representative randomly selected from the aristocratic academy."

The Terminator at the door also walked back, but before seeing Soshiyang waving his hand, he stepped in and out again.

"These ignorant civilians will be grateful to you for this. The number of times the company has dealt with us is too little, and we know the character of those people very well. When we get a little, we will expect less, and we are always complaining about everything around us. , UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com Even if we are given knowledge, we will resent our own environment even more for it. The less you give, the less resentment you will have... It is all worth it. Your evil should be left to these even less assets. , and people with even less character, these children from clean families will become your worst soldiers. As for the need for so few literate people outside the factory, we only need to know how to twist a wrench and a screwdriver."

"Guards! Guards! No assassins!"

Just when I felt no regrets and was about to start the meeting that was considered a success, the other party suddenly stood up, turned around and walked towards Soshyan.

The waiter immediately brought a white, hot towel. The dean quickly thanked him, then wiped his face and forehead with the towel. His nervous nerves finally relaxed a little, and then he said:

When you said that, the people around you also felt it. Soshiyang didn't say anything, but just looked at this man who said nothing.

"And with all due respect, little Chapter Master."

Perhaps it was too easy, but the man seemed to have been tinkering with it for half a minute before it was damaged. As your hair fell down, there was also a curl missing from your hands.

The patriarch has something to say.

The man holding the photo with trembling hands had two lines of cold tears running down his face, and he choked out words that made Soshyan feel as if a bomb had hit his heart.

"Partly, you do not intend to build a fortress world, but as the leader of the Astartes Chapter, military functions must be given priority, so what you want to establish is a semi-military universal education system. Basically Covering every child of school age.”

"Do they know what lies beyond the stars?"

Soshyan was waiting for you to speak, but the other party never spoke.