Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 490 Guilliman's Arrival
The days in the military academy were quite happy. Not to mention that the food level in Macragge was actually not bad. While preserving the Roman-style Mediterranean diet, they no longer used lead to make cups.

The magnificent Roman-style buildings, Macragge's spring-like climate all year round, and the numerous bathhouses are enough to make it a holiday destination.

The only problem is that the prices here are indeed a bit high, mostly due to labor costs and land rent.

To be precise, everything here is normal for the people of Macragge.

But in fact, the price of a meal in Macragge is 30 times higher than that in other worlds. Even the small nobles of the empire can hardly afford the right to live in Macragge for a long time.

Firstly, there is the issue of the empire’s strict household registration system. It is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get a job in Macragge or in an organization affiliated with Macragge.

How many people would give up everything for such an opportunity. After all, Macragge represents safety and reliability.

Although Macragge does not require the control of several worlds to be exchanged like Terra, there are still many people willing to pay an astronomical price for it.

Now Taylor was here, in this paradise, on the top floor of a huge building in Macragge, eating delicious Macragge seafood risotto.

Enjoying a clear soup that is enough to give you gout, made with chicken bones, pork bones and a lot of meat.

That thing is considered a delicacy. It is made with broth stewed with meat bones, and then with minced meat to absorb the oil and season it. It looks as clear as water, but it is actually rich in flavor and full of umami.

The most important thing about this food was that it was free, because the person he was dining with was considered a lucky star in Macragge.

To be precise, he almost single-handedly pulled back the Macragge Guards, which had begun to degenerate, and he was called the Iron-faced Instructor, and his reputation was clearly well-deserved.

Even when enjoying delicious food, Old Tychus would have a stern face. It seemed impossible to make him satisfied. Obviously, there was nothing in this world that could satisfy Old Tychus.

He was always serious, like a strict father, using his iron fist to discipline those young men who joined the army early and lacked fatherly love.

For those people, the most important relative is old Tychus. For the smile and comfort of this old man, those young men can give everything for it.

Like being recognized by his own father, of course, the closest thing to that right now is Taylor.

One could even say he has already obtained...

Now Tychus and he were both in a very nice Macragge restaurant, eating the delicious food that old Tychus had treated them to.

To be precise, they are no longer superiors and subordinates. It can even be said that Taylor's status is higher than his, but now Tychus is only proud of it.

He was cutting the main course that was served later, a plate of ant beef steak, which was completely processed, with extreme heat and cold used to disinfect parasites, and the flesh-boring worms were completely cleaned out, probably.

But Taylor didn't dare to eat that stuff, so he was afraid that one day he would be performing the scene in "Alien" and a flesh-boring worm would break out of the "soil", and at the same time he would be the soil.

So Taylor opted for a standard Grox rib roast; the tender bone-in meat, still covered in fat, was his favorite part.

He could eat a huge portion, and even enjoyed it.

He was eating so much that his mouth was almost drooling, and at the same time he was ready to take out his weapon to get rid of the flesh-drilling worms in old Tychus's bowl that might not have been processed properly.

The two of them lowered their heads like father and son, quickly finishing the food in front of them.

After finishing half of his meal, Taylor said with interest, "I didn't expect you to have such good taste, old man. This restaurant is really good."

"The honey and pepper flavor is simple, but the ribs are fresh and the meat is plentiful." "I didn't even know this place, and they process the bull ants really cleanly."

"Remarkable."

Old Tychus replied. "It's not that I eat it, but people always want to treat me. As you said, my position is a good job."

Taylor asked, becoming interested. "So you agreed? Did you take the things?"

Tychus didn't give a direct answer, but Taylor probably had the answer.

He couldn't imagine the old man neglecting his duties, not in his lifetime.

Perhaps Old Tychus has already offended quite a few people, especially the high-ranking officials within Macragge. Given his achievements, he should definitely be allowed to lead the entire academy...

Taylor said with a hint of disgust. "I can help. This place should be given to you, my old boss."

"No one is more suitable for this position than you."

Tychus raised his head, then glanced at the sky briefly before replying, "No, I am too old. I will be content to end my days on beautiful Macragge, having trained warriors to serve the Emperor."

"I'm almost at true retirement age. I can't handle bolter bombs and chainswords anymore, let alone get involved in intrigues with those people."

His words were clear, so Taylor took a few bites of the dessert and stopped talking.

Until a few strange people came here and announced the blockade quickly and accurately at the same time.

Then soon, a huge blue giant walked into the hall, and many dignitaries or Macragge residents who were having dinner there immediately stood up.

They paid tribute to the giant to express his greatness and showed their unconditional obedience with their loyalty.

It was a kind of enthusiasm that came from the hearts of all human beings today, from the ancient stories they had heard, which could not be distinguished between history and legend.

And that giant was Roboute Guilliman, the Emperor's son, the Primarch, and the Lord of Macragge.

At the same time, Taylor was the only one who didn't stand up. He finished his ice cream belatedly, scratched his head and said with a smile.

"Come, old man, let me introduce you. This is Roboute Guilliman, the Lord of Macragge."

"And my friend Guilliman, this is my mentor, Tychus, Tychus Bilfallon."

Guilliman smiled. "Of course, I have heard of this gentleman's fame and am well aware of it."

"No one is more suitable to remain in Macragge than him. The warriors he taught have begun to join the Ultramarines. Your harshness is still fresh in people's memory, sir."

Tychus was flattered. "No, sir, I am only doing what I can."

Taylor asked untimely, "So, should we change the principal of Macragge Military Academy?"

An envoy from the Imperial Regent declared martial law here. To be more precise, the Primarch's arrival was kept highly secret.

(End of this chapter)