Just when Soshyan was troubled by the appearance of the mysterious figure Li, as well as the many shocking news and various mysteries brought by him, Faisal suddenly returned to the mountain formation in orbit and the star realm parked inside.
Knight Fleet, and also brought one more person - the Imperial Senate, that is, the Prime Minister of the High Lords Council, Alexey Lev Tyrion.
This title sounds very bluffing, but he is not one of the decision-making members of the High Lords Council. But on the other hand, he does have great power, and every time the High Lords Council and the imperial administrative agencies collectively
All meetings are inseparable from him.
The reason is a bit ridiculous. This person also has another title - Regent of Guilliman.
In other words, he is not only a speaker in the parliament, but also the incarnation of the original body "Guilliman" in the parliament. More importantly, this position and title have no term limit, which is basically equivalent to a lifetime tenure.
He has been in this position for nearly fifty years.
But on the other hand, since he is not a member of the High Lord's Council of Twelve, when it comes to the specific decision-making stage, he does not have the power to vote, and generally does not have the power to propose, which can be regarded as a check and balance on his power.
But no matter what, the other party was the top manager and bureaucrat of the empire, so Soshyan had to pay attention, put on his ceremonial armor, brought along the Terminator Guard, and met the other party on the bridge of the Eternal Loyalty.
While waiting for the other party, Soshyan thought about a lot of what this person might be like——
A thin but arrogant bureaucrat with a big aquiline nose, he always walks with his head slightly raised and walks with slow but neat steps.
Or maybe he has a round face with a fake smile, wearing luxurious furs, and his fingers are covered with rings.
However, when the other party appeared, Soshyan realized that he had made a mistake.
First of all, the Prime Minister of the Government Affairs Council looks very fat, very fat. His whole person is like an inflated balloon, giving people a very rotten feeling. So much so that when he walks, he looks like an overfed chicken. At the same time, he also has long hair.
He has a crooked face, the sparse curly hair on his head has turned gray due to age, his complexion is not very good, there are very obvious signs of life extension, and he also looks a little bit overindulged.
His attire was a heavy purple gown with a golden cross embroidered on it was the symbol of the High Lords Council - a double-headed eagle standing on a skull surrounded by light.
The imperial minister did not use a cane or other aids to walk, because he was accompanied by a young and beautiful woman wearing a decent uniform, supporting his arm.
Of course, there is also Faisal, but at this time he behaves like a good baby.
To be honest, Soshyan is not a person who judges people by their appearance, but this person's appearance really makes him a little embarrassed by the empire's "rich talents". It is such a person who manages an almost zombie-like empire. In a sense, it is true that
It was not surprising, and it was hard to expect, but suddenly he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
All the wars he fought seemed to have suddenly become very meaningless.
But no matter what, he must show respect to the other party's identity.
"Hello, Prime Minister Tyrion, I am very uneasy about having you come here."
"Occasionally exercising is good for your health. In fact, I always want to take time to go outside the ground. This time you gave me a chance. I can also see the great mountain formation. I am so grateful, Soshiyang.
·Chapter Commander Alexei, it seems that our names are somewhat similar, this seems to be a kind of fate."
Standing in front of Soshyan, this man looked like a child. He looked up at Soshyan and made a sound of admiration.
"There are rumors from the outside that you are a mighty warrior. When I saw you today, it turns out that even the Imperial Army is not as strong as you. It's really enviable."
When the other party spoke, there was no sense of turbidity and vulgarity. Instead, there was energy and humor, and he did not deliberately use that weird "Terra accent."
Soshyan immediately realized that he seemed to have seen it wrong.
But we still have to keep an eye on it.
"this way please."
Soshyan stretched out his hand and guided the two of them to the direction of two chairs, one large and one small. He had heard before that this man was nearly two hundred years old and took special care of him.
More importantly, the height of the two chairs has been adjusted to prevent the other party from keeping his or her head tilted up during the conversation, which would be too embarrassing.
"Ah, thank you very much."
"There is nothing to be grateful for. You are of high status and have high moral standards."
After sitting on the chair with the help of his female companion, the imperial prime minister moved his buttocks and then smiled dryly.
"Captain Soshyan, do you think I am an old and ugly loser?"
As he spoke, he patted his belly gently.
There was no expression on Soshyan's face, he just shook his head and denied:
"I don't mean any disrespect to you."
"I thought that Space Marines were not very good at concealing their opinions and thoughts. It seems that... I still have too little contact, or maybe the warriors of the Imperial Fists are too straightforward? I and the Pew Chapter
I had a long relationship with him, and I feel very sorry for his passing, but also a little envious, because for him, dying on the battlefield is something to be thankful for. After all, living people always have to face all kinds of things.
Trouble, especially in Terra."
Soshyan pondered for a moment, and then said:
"The Astartes...will sometimes make mistakes in judgment."
"Ah, you don't need to apologize, because I know who I am, and this has almost become my political label... But you are right, Astartes, there will be times when judgments are wrong, especially
It’s in the present moment.”
As he spoke, he turned slightly, put his arm on the armrest, and turned his head towards Soshyan.
"Bringing the Mantis Warriors here was not a wise decision, Chapter Master Soshyan, in every sense of the word..."
Soshyan remained silent, except for occasionally moving his right index finger up and down.
The imperial chancellor then smiled and pointed at Faisal, who was slightly bowing his head and looking a little embarrassed.
"This little donkey's grandfather is my good friend. I can't watch him dig a grave for himself."
After saying that, he turned his attention back to Soshyan.
"Captain Soshyan, Feisal's bad idea came out of desperation. You should also think more about it. This is the solar system. There are spies and assassins in every corner. Several empty ships are placed on Jupiter. This is...
You're lying to ghosts, not people."
The other person spoke in a gentle tone, but Soshiyang felt like an invisible whip was lashing his face, causing it to burn and hurt.
Finally, he said slowly:
"It was the high lord who went back on his word first."