Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 118 The Three Who Sneaked Behind Terra Palace

The high-ranking riders of Anet City have already begun their work.

In the villa that Marcus had gifted to Zhou Yun in Macurag at night, Zhou Yun made arrangements for Nuseria and focused more attention on Macurag.

Tonight, he will visit the high priest Tatius of the Temple of Simeneta with Robert Guilliman, hoping to make contact with Simeneta through him.

Simeoneta herself once entered the court of the Wizarding King and witnessed him being crushed to death by the Black Stone Obelisk as he was about to ascend to demonhood. She must have known the location of the Black Stone Obelisk.

"I am coming."

A voice, still somewhat childish, rang out behind Zhou Yun.

Robert Guilliman appeared as if from the shadows, standing beside Zhou Yun.

..." Zhou Yun looked at Robert Guilliman, who was standing beside him and had just deactivated his psychological invisibility.

He wondered if it was just his imagination, but the kid seemed to be getting scarier and scarier.

If he continues his covert study of psychology, he could join Conrad Coz and Corax as one of the three who would infiltrate the Terran palace.

"Our target tonight is Tatius, the high priest of the Temple of Simeneta."

"Kidnapping? Or something else?" Robert Guilliman asked.

"No, no, no, I just want to talk to him." Zhou Yun shook his head. "But we can't do it at the Simonetta Church. We need to find a safer place."

"Isn't that still kidnapping?" Robert Guilliman waved his hand and said.

"An invitation," Zhou Yun corrected.

"Alright, before extending the invitation, let me talk to you about something else, about Tiberius," Robert Guilliman said, changing the subject.

"Tiberius?" Zhou Yun raised an eyebrow slightly.

"My father asked me to ask for your opinion regarding his desire to study under you."

Zhou Yun hadn't expected Connor to be so concerned about Tiberius's matter.

Speaking of which, Robert Guilliman seems to have mentioned that Connor's preferred successor before Robert was Tiberius, not himself as Quintas thought.

"My father wanted him to study with me."

"As you probably know, the incubation chamber I landed in had the number thirteen written on it, which means I have at least twelve brothers."

"My father believed that studying with Tiberius would help me learn how to get along with my brothers and how to build good relationships with them."

Robert Guilliman said with a hint of helplessness, "I don't think there's any need for special training. My brothers and I are bound to be similar. There are only a dozen or twenty brothers in the entire galaxy who are similar. No one else understands each other better than ourselves, and no one else can alleviate each other's loneliness better than ourselves. We are bound to build a sincere brotherhood."

"...Uh." Zhou Yun fell silent for a moment.

There's nothing wrong with that statement. Most Primarchs did indeed form brotherhoods. Everyone loved Sanguiles, and Horus was especially loved by many brothers. The friendship between Forgrim and Feralus was unparalleled, and Peturabo even had a friendship with Magnus.

But Robert Guilliman... some Primarchs thought he was ambitious, some simply thought he was evil, some Primarchs acknowledged Robert Guilliman's excellence, and some Primarchs saw Robert as hope, but none of them were able to build a deeper relationship with him or truly open their hearts to him.

Only Corax and Robert forged a genuine friendship during the later stages of the Great Expedition, but that friendship was all too brief.

It's hard to say whether it's Guilliman's problem or a problem with other Primarchs.

"What do you think?" Zhou Yun then asked Robert for his opinion.

"I?."

Robert Guilliman shook his head and said, "Tiberius... he is actually talented. He has a good memory, quick thinking, and a clear vision. Although he has some inferiority complex hidden behind his pride, he does have the talent to become an excellent politician or even a ruler."

"But his talent will most likely be buried. Marcus considers him a disgrace and is even reluctant to let him leave his mansion. As for Tiberius's health... frankly speaking, he probably won't live past his thirties or forties. He will have very few opportunities to show his talent and leave his mark on history."

At this point, Guilliman paused. "Do you understand why he approached you?"

"He approached you not simply to learn something from you, but to become your student. You are valued by your father, and as long as you are willing to teach him, Marcus will not dare to stop him. He can get a chance to break free from his constraints."

Listening to Robert Guilliman's words, Zhou Yun suddenly understood the meaning of Tiberius's astonishing kneeling, and also understood the pleading in his eyes when he looked at him.

In the original history, without Zhou Yun, Tiberius would probably have spent his life imprisoned in Marcus's mansion and died in obscurity.

"Do you want me to agree to him?" Zhou Yun asked, looking at Guilliman.

"I just think he should be given a chance to showcase his talent and leave his mark on history."

Guilliman looked at Zhou Yun and said, "Moreover, the way he looks at me is actually quite similar to how Quintus looks at me."

"He was not willing to admit defeat either. He also wanted to know why he wasn't the one chosen. He saw my strength, but he didn't see my mind."

"Since I have given Quintus a chance to challenge me in strength, I am also happy to give Tiberius a chance to challenge me in mind."

"Teacher, if you don't want to teach him, just agree to it superficially; you don't need to actually teach him anything."

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Zhou Yun looked at Robert Guilliman and realized that Connor had really taught him very well.

Perhaps in the future, when Koss faces Luo Jia, Guilliman will have similar thoughts.

Even though the Word Bearers were clearly malicious, and even though they had already attacked the Ultramarines, Robert Guilliman still hoped it was a misunderstanding, a misinterpretation, and hoped to give Luo Jia a chance to repair the brothers' relationship.

"Perhaps one day, Tiberius will respond to your kindness today with malice in order to defeat you?" Zhou Yun asked softly.

Robert Guilliman shook his head. "I cannot withdraw today's goodwill because of potential future malice."

"Okay." Zhou Yun nodded slightly. "I will make him my student, and you will study with him."

"Teacher, I've made the bed," Tacitus's voice rang out, pulling Tatius out of the scroll.

Still nothing... Tatius has been trying to find information about "The Cursed One" in past records, but has been unsuccessful.

He rubbed his aged, sagging face, trying to hide the pain in his eyes, and smiled at his disciple Tacitus.

"Thank you so much, my good boy..." Tartius said, trying to keep his voice steady.

"There's nothing to worry about." Tacitus shook his head, closed the door, and left the room.

Tatius gave a bitter smile.

He sensed that Tacitus was somewhat dissatisfied.

Yes, of course he can be dissatisfied.

He was the successor carefully chosen by Tatius, having studied under Tatius since childhood. He was the last of the six priests of the Church of Simeneta to stand with him, and together they resisted the attacks and slanders from the followers of the First Crying God.

He must have been under a lot of pressure, but despite bearing so much pressure, he didn't get what he deserved.

He will become the next High Priest after Tatius.

But Tatius stubbornly held onto his position and refused to relinquish it to Tacitus.

"No, child, it's really not that I covet this power..."

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A tear of anguish rolled down Tatius's cheek.

He can see it; he sees it every night.

Seeing the demons torturing Simonetta in a terrible way, and hearing Simonetta's agonizing screams, it seemed that the pain Simonetta was enduring was also transmitted to him to some extent.

The demons could also see Tatius. Through the veil between Anath and reality, they hurled insults and threats at Tatius, demanding that he reveal the location of Simeneta's remains.

For years, every night has been like this. Tatius has forgotten what a peaceful sleep feels like. Every night, he trembles with fear and feels like vomiting as night approaches.

How could he bear to prematurely inflict this suffering on Tacitus?

But he could not tell Tacitus these things.

Because he was such a scoundrel, selfish, shameless, and cowardly, too timid to tell the child what kind of hell he would leave him after his death.

It was this guilt and shame that made him afraid to shirk his responsibilities, and even afraid to die.

He hoped that his broken and powerless body could hold on for a few more days, so that Tacitus could take on this responsibility later.

Another point is that Tatius was unsure whether Tacitus could endure the pain.

He knew how terrible the fate he had ordained for Tacitus was, and he couldn't help but want to make amends to the child, ensuring that the child, from childhood until now, never experienced true hardship...

He feared that Tacitus, overcome by grief, would reveal the location of Simeneta's remains.

I really am an incompetent and cowardly person...

If only this suffering could end in his generation.

"The Cursed".

Tatius murmured the name, looking at the scroll before him, trying to find clues to the name within.

Simonetta told him the name, a name that contained hope.

"Hmm?" Tatius suddenly raised his head.

A cold wind blew on him.

The window was opened at some point.

Did Tacitus not close the door properly?

Tatius stood up, intending to shut the door. "Huh?"

Tatius blinked.

He looked at the mosaic in front of him depicting a golden knight slaying a silver dragon and was surprised to find himself sitting in a Catholic church without even realizing it.

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