Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 257 Hero and the Female Governor
According to the star map, the distance between the two worlds of Avarus and Kamas is not far, and Avarus has a complete industrial system and several void patrol ships.

Although it is not as good as the regular Imperial Navy, it is also one of the few combat forces in this star region.

Those small ships that are not even as powerful as destroyers have now become the last hope for the living people in this star region in the cruel dark side.

They could hardly be called a fleet, but Primarch Lion had already anticipated the size of the troops that would arrive next, and the procedures this world should follow to receive them.

He gave orders, from fleet integration to how to deploy troops, from logistical routes to how to dispatch subsequent supplies.

The Primarch chattered on and on for an hour, and although the recorders wrote until their pens smoked, they only reluctantly accepted the Primarch's most superficial ideas in their entirety.

The beautiful governor who looked like Cleopatra was listening to the whole process. In the first ten minutes, she was amazed by the Primarch's knowledge and tried to understand it.

In the last ten minutes, she began to scratch her head and looked embarrassed.

In the next forty standard Terra minutes, the governor's expression began to become dull and stupid. Until Ryan finished speaking, she still didn't realize that she should take action.

At this moment, Taylor gently patted the Governor's brown skin and delicate shoulders, and then said.

"Hey, I've already transferred the record to the tablet, come on."

The governor wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and the mysterious and powerful image of an interstellar overlord had completely disappeared under Ryan's barrage of attacks.

She looked at Taylor and suddenly said as if she had grabbed a lifeline. "No, sir, don't leave me alone!"

"You must have experience serving a Primarch. Help me!"

She immediately used her most powerful diplomatic tool as a female governor, which was to express her pitiful appearance as a member of a vulnerable group.

Taylor rubbed his temples. It wasn't that he didn't want to help, but he had just received a communication from a mortal on Kamas.

He is now almost the planetary governor of that world. It is difficult for him to manage one person, let alone the second one?

Taylor sighed. "If you have any questions, just ask the old man again. I think the instructions he gave were probably more than a month's worth of planning. You don't need to understand them all at once."

"Old man?" the governor said in a low voice.

"You call a Primarch old man?"

Taylor muttered. "Actually, I know another one, but that's not important."

"They are not as terrible or incomprehensible as you imagine. They are just more outstanding mortals, at least they are still human at heart."

"Let's put it this way. The Primarch's plan is probably correct. The key is to make sure it's executed properly. If you don't understand something, just ask."

The lady nodded silently.

"Then, Mr. Taylor, can you tell me more? As someone who witnessed the tragedy of Cadia, you should understand the cruelty of today better than I do."

Taylor said in surprise. "You know me?"

She replied. "The Undead Baron, one of Cadia's last heroes. Your story is well known in the dark side."

He replied with goosebumps crawling on his skin. "Don't use that name."

She said, "This is similar to intelligence. Although I'm not good at command and dispatch, I do have a basic understanding of how many powerful individuals there are in this star region and how to command them."

Taylor said. "Then you must know that if you want something, you have to pay for it..."

"Throne Coin, or?"

She replied at this moment. "Spices. My world is rich in fruits and dried spices. Since the fruits cannot be taken away, spices are very expensive."

"I have pepper, cumin, cardamom, anything you can imagine, and I can give discounts to the Kamathi people and you."

Taylor coughed. "How much is the discount?"

She said immediately, "Fifty percent off."

Taylor said at this moment. "Let's go, find a comfortable place, and I'll talk to you about the Primarch's plans and the future direction of the universe."

"But you have to remember, this is just one person's opinion, for reference only!"

“No refunds if there are any errors!”

The lady smiled. "Of course..."

That night, they had a long talk, although it was just about the future of the universe and how they should cooperate in the dark side of the empire.

When Taylor walked out of the door feeling refreshed because he had gotten a free breakfast, the kind old psychic looked as if he was going to chop him down.

And the girl from Lightling asked him with a salty expression, "How does it taste?"

Taylor replied nonchalantly. "It's very spicy, not as greasy as I expected. It's more refreshing, delicate, and full of exotic flavors. The nutmeg note is especially strong, not overpowering, but lingers..."

Taylor was referring to the local hand-pulled mashed bananas eaten for breakfast, but it didn't sound right to the Skadi ears.

Ms. Katie blushed when she heard this, while Roland looked at Taylor meaningfully.

Miss Lightlin was thinking, could it be that this wood likes that style?

Or should I go get a tan myself?

But for Taylor, the fun is not about those things.

After all, he was more traditional, and a gentleman's interest was limited to looking and touching. When the female governor really came to him in the name of the ruler of the entire planet to ask for advice on future trends.

To be honest, this is much more interesting than any love affair!
Secondly, Taylor is now a nominal governor, and Kamaz’s trade issues do need to be resolved. They spent a long time checking the cargo list yesterday.

The complicated work was a bit overwhelming for the governor, but Taylor was used to the days of high-intensity command and fighting all night long.

Now, the female governor, wearing glasses, with dark circles under her eyes and a tired look, really makes many people think about it.

This made Ms. Katie blush even more exaggeratedly, and also made the Lightling man look forward to something even more.

Fortunately, this misunderstanding was short-lived, and a name like Staff Officer Taylor was written on the newly formulated short-term planning and planetary development documents.

People are actually aware of their misunderstandings.

However, at present, this wonderful gossip has indeed become one of the few entertainments in the high-pressure imperial environment.

After all, there are still Khorne's minions wreaking havoc among the stars, and the two evil stars of Abaddon and Huron are hanging high in the sky.

Although the Primarch was powerful, he seemed a little overwhelmed when facing the Empire that was in ruins and the Legion that had been devastated by the Astartes Codex for ten thousand years.

When Taylor learned that Old Ryan had left him in the house and had not eaten for two days, he uneasily made some of his favorite Caliban-style food for the old man.

That is, German sausages, rye bread, and a lot of beer, which were prepared to be delivered.

But for the Primarch, not eating for two days is nothing.

When Taylor arrived, the old man was wearing a cream-colored robe.

In a room hastily built to the Primarch's size, the fleets of the endless stream of defectors coming from across the galaxy were investigated and analyzed.

Seeing Taylor coming, he said with a smile. "What's wrong, kid?"

Taylor said. "You forgot you needed to eat, and I was worried, so I got you something good."

Lion King Ryan's nose twitched slightly, and he put the file down. "This smells very authentic..."

"Is there Caliban food on Ancient Terra?"

Taylor said. "It's more accurate to say that the Calibans inherited Terra's food."

The lion laughed. "Look at my head, it's all confused."

He picked up the sausage and ate it with bread, and then drank beer from time to time to relieve his fatigue.

Then Taylor asked, "Where's that Zabril kid?"

Ryan wiped the beer foam from his beard and replied, "There's information about other Fallen Angels in this world. I sent him to look for them, and now we're almost there..."

As he said this, footsteps were heard at the door. Taylor subconsciously prepared to grab his weapon, but Ryan stepped out of the room.

Those who came out of the door happened to be the dark angels, or more precisely, the fallen angels who had betrayed the Lion King.

The wounds of Caliban's civil war now turned into anxiety and fear in them.

When they saw the Primarch, he looked like a few wounded cats, looking at his master in fear. Even though Ryan was not wearing any weapons, it was enough to make them timid.

But the Lion King just said, "It's all my fault. Zabril should have told you..."

The fallen angels looked at their father in disbelief. After all, in their memory, Ryan would never apologize even if he died.

One of the leaders shouted, "The Lord of the First Legion would never speak like that!"

He raised his power sword and said, "Come, tell me your identity with the sword."

At this moment, the Lion King wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth and said, "A sword fight is not bad..."

He picked up the sharp sword of loyalty, ready to tell his descendants that although the king is old, he is not in his twilight years.

(End of this chapter)