Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Chapter 43 Accidents and Small Transactions
"Only fifty?"

Still in the suite arranged for Calvin by the Psychic Institute, the living room in the front hall is also the office area.

Behind the desk specially prepared for these giants in the school, on a chair as wide as a throne, Calvin folded his hands and looked playfully at the official standing in front of him with his head bowed.

"That doesn't match the number on the document you sent."

"Yes, the error was made by our staff and the wrong quantity was sent to you, we would like to apologize for that."

The middle-level official in a black robe did not defend himself, but took all the mistakes on himself.But the more seemingly simple the problem, the more unbelieving Calvin was.

From the person in front of him, he smelled the shitty things he encountered in his previous life when he was arguing with the local department because of excellent soldiers when he was recruiting.

But today is different from the past, he is no longer a platoon leader who has just received the rank of second lieutenant, and the political system of the empire is far dirtier and more complicated than the country he grew up in in his previous life.

He didn't want to entangle this too much, because he didn't understand the intricate relationship between Terra's forces, and it was not a wise way to make enemies hastily.

But the loss is absolutely inedible.So after thinking for a while, he looked at the official in front of him and clicked on the documents on the table:

"I don't want to know your reason, I just want the result. Within today, as long as you come up with the same number of qualified soldiers on this list, I can ignore this mistake."

Originally, Calvin thought that the matter would come to an end like this, but when he was about to lower his head and continue to read the existing information on the source of soldiers at hand, he found that the other party had no intention of leaving.

The official neither agreed to Calvin's words, nor was he ready to pick up the documents and leave, so he kept bowing and apologizing.

Calvin's complexion sank: Trouble has arrived.

It seems that this is not an ordinary document writing error.Instead, some unknown force reached out to his table.

Calvin was clear about his level of secrecy.Calvin could also guess the general idea of ​​the other party.

On the surface, a mere affiliated war group of the Tribunal is sufficient most of the time, and no one would risk offending them for some small interests.

But what if the benefits are big enough?Apprentice than 100 warriors with good psychic talents?

He squinted his eyes and looked at the silent official in front of him. The person in front of him was probably just an unlucky guy who was kicked out as a scapegoat.

And the real main messenger is probably watching his excitement in a corner.And his own handling will also affect the success or failure of the battle group's recruitment of soldiers.

He didn't try to communicate meaninglessly with the other party again. How could a scapegoat have the ability to bring the words to the hands of the real instigator?
After leaving this door, it must be a question of whether the person in front of him can return to his dormitory alive.

Without hesitation, he looked at the paladin Gavins standing on his left, and said to him, "Send a message to the Eagle's Nest on the track, we need the Titan to open the access authority of the Throne Chamber..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the door of the living room was suddenly pushed open.A young red-robed official walked in with a smile on his face.

He looked around for a week, then walked half a step in front of the black-robed official and stopped.After bowing halfway to Calvin and saluting, he introduced himself:
"Good day, angels from the Inquisition. My lord, Matthews de Sutherland, is the first knight of the Empire. He is currently in charge of the selection of students for the Psychic Academy."

Before he got Calvin's permission, he stood up straight, then smiled and looked directly at Calvin behind the table and said, "I am here to make a small deal with you."

In the middle of speaking, he raised his hand and pointed to the documents on the table, and continued: "A small transaction about this new student."

Calvin looked at the confident mortal bureaucrat in front of him, and didn't rush to respond.Thinking about the cause and effect of the matter in front of him was spinning rapidly in his mind.

"A mid-to-high-level bureaucrat from the Psychic Academy, what makes him confident to stand in front of him and talk?

The power represented by his lengthy surname?I'm afraid not all of them, so a suitable and affordable target must be equally important to him.

One that wasn't any illustrious Chapter, wasn't any Primordial Chapter, preferably an Astartes Chapter that didn't get along well enough to end up clinging to a mortal organization like the Inquisition? "

Thinking of this, Calvin smiled, and suddenly he was not in a hurry to punish the madman in front of him.After realizing that his low-key disguise was also one of the reasons for this incident, what he wants to know now is where the students who originally belonged to the Gray Knights ended up going.

Calvin lowered his head and pondered:

It can't be the Star Torch Court, the people there have enough authority to mobilize past conscription data, and they roughly know the final destination of these people who are taken away by representatives sent by the Trial Court every year;

It can't be the Star Militia Army either. Among their demands on the psionic side of conscription, apart from navigators being their core interests that cannot be violated, more are political commissars and legion psykers who are relatively non-demanding. Pay more attention to the demand of quantity;
Where else?I am afraid that the only thing left is the think tank, which is also an Astartes, so there will be such a high degree of overlapping needs with the Gray Knights, right?So whose conscription world is on Terra?Thinking of this, Calvin already understood the source of the biggest obstacle in this trip.

"So, Imperial Fist? Then their chief, do you know what you're doing?"

Calvin, who suddenly relaxed, leaned back, his huge body creaking the exquisite antique solid wood chair.

He took the time to look at the confident young man in front of him, and then told him his problem.

The topic came to the essence so quickly, and Matthews, whose cards were exposed, finally stopped being frivolous.He looked at Calvin solemnly and said:
"As your lord thought, the soldiers have already been sent to the base of the Imperial Fist. I think you don't want to have any unpleasantness with these real pillars of the Empire."

When he said this, he seemed to be endowed with more confidence by the battle group he spoke of, and continued in a more calm tone:
"The deployment of troops this time is really unfortunate. It just happened to catch up with the recruitment of the think tank of the Imperial Fist, and my younger brother is also involved. If your lord is willing to give in, then the Sutherland family is willing to remember your friendship."

The words have been exhausted, and the desired news has been finally confirmed.Calvin stopped pretending. He straightened up and looked down at the bureaucrat in front of him. Although the tone of his mouth was not high-pitched, the meaning he spit out was like a blade:
"Well, what if I don't want to?"

"That will not affect the outcome of this matter. For the sake of getting along with each other in the future, I think adults will not make such a hasty decision." This is the answer from Matthews.

The matter has come to this point, and he has nothing to hide. In the eyes of the veteran nobles of the empire, a war group attached to the court cannot be easily offended, but it is definitely not impossible to offend, as long as the price is enough.

The force and authority represented by these warriors may be strong enough for the civilians of the empire or the governors of those rural planets in the wilderness.But in the eyes of these nobles who have been rooted in Terra for decades, it is far less sacred and inviolable.

In Matthews' eyes, after expressing his attitude and paying the price as much as possible, if he still can't reach an agreement with the other party, he will be offended, and he will be offended.

Such a thing, in the short life of him and his fathers, is neither the first time, nor will it be the last time.

"For the prosperity and continuation of the family, sending their children to the Imperial Fist, which is actually in charge of Terra's local defense, has been their tradition for dozens of centuries, and it will never be disrupted by the actions of a certain battle group. "

Matthews thought so, and did the same.But what is different from before is that this time there may be some essential gaps between the targets he carefully selected and those selected by his fathers.

(End of this chapter)