The Astartes Family's Notebook

The planetary capital was on the verge of collapse, but miraculously it was saved after the Ministry of Justice intervened.

That makes it difficult to evaluate.

They sympathize with the poor, but the poor are ignorant and greedy.

He disliked the governor and other powerful figures, yet he couldn't live without these scoundrels.

Life is not a game, and governance has its costs. The Wasteland Wings neither have the time nor the manpower to carry out political reforms on this planet. The demands of the Ministry of Justice and the Ministry of Military Affairs are also low: maintain the normal payment of tithes and ensure that the three Astral Legions mobilized from this planet are not affected. That will suffice.

The rest is up to Motor Sich.

As an industrial world without even a hive, the turmoil had already ended the moment the Wings of Desolation reached the planet's orbit.

Without planetary-level shields and hive energy shields, their meager anti-aircraft weapons posed no real threat to the Victory Balance and the Pioneer Star.

If the Fourth Company wanted to, they could blow up the rebel army and the noble lords together.

Having absolute air superiority—that's how powerful they are.

However, the difficulty lies not in how to quell the rebellion, but in how to restore order to the planet.

Industrial capacity will never be enough for the Empire. If this planet, which already has a certain industrial base, can restore its production capacity, it will be of great benefit to the upcoming war against the Orcs.

Motor Sich immediately contacted the planet's governor and the rebel leadership through the Ministry of Justice and the Ministry of Military Affairs.

Let's talk. Please give Motor Sich some face and let's talk.

Thus, Kaz learned something new.

Those treacherous people of the Empire are truly something else! Even if they haven't seen it, they must have heard of it, right? Astartes, the Emperor's angel of death!

Taking Motor Sich's goodwill as a rare opportunity, they planned to eliminate Astartes and its planetary elites during the talks...

How dear you!

Afterwards, the legal master of the planet's legal department looked helplessly at the expression on Mad Sich's face as he quickly changed races, shrugged and spread his hands, indicating that the people were simple and honest, and he was used to it.

The avian spectrometer array underwent high-intensity scanning, and all subspatial degrees were normal.

It doesn't look like chaos is at play.

Why is it so abstract?

With Astartes' intervention, many of the renegade planetary defense forces have switched sides again, and the Ministry of Military Affairs is too lazy to compile a list, so they'll just take them in as dogs for now.

Anyway, with Lord Motor Sich here, we have a scapegoat. We'll do whatever the noble Commander Astartes says. The Planetary Legal and Military Departments will never hold the Wastewing Chapter back; we'll cooperate 120% of the time.

This time, Motor Sich really hoped that a judge could get involved, even a bastard would do.

Because some judges are bad, some are stubborn, and few are stupid.

Ensuring planetary production while simultaneously suppressing rebellions—it's like swimming with your hands and feet tied; anyone would be a fool to take on such a dreadful job.

Leothus, you old scoundrel, you played your trick well!

Such intense fighting was practically like a holiday for the Fourth Company, putting all the pressure on Company Commander Motor Sich.

It's time to demonstrate superior political skills.

For some reason, the fourth company commander started to miss Lockheed and Martin.

There wasn't a single one of those good-for-nothings in the Fourth Company who could lend a hand.

Motor Sich once held a sliver of hope for Katz, but Katz's lofty theory that the only way to relieve worries was to suppress and kill made the fourth company commander decide to let this worthless bastard go to hell.

Are all the members of the Fourth Company politically idiotic?

It was just another instance of group bullying targeting the company commander.

Kaz preferred to go to the training room to lift weights rather than get involved in this.

I've played the Witcher series before, so I'll just choose the lesser of two evils.

The ruling class on this planet is problematic, and the people are not necessarily innocent either.

In other time periods, if the land is left but the people are not, the empire will have plenty of immigrants willing to come and build new homes.

The only imminent threat was the orcs, which made a simple matter complicated by putting an easy task on the table.

Katz only knows how to talk politics, he has no practical experience, so he dares not give any advice. We should trust the wisdom of Company Commander Motor Sich.

So, everyone, including the veterans, took a practical course in intelligence gathering and wiretapping.

Motor Sich no longer trusts any power on this planet, and he needs a lot of firsthand intelligence to reconstruct the true state of the planet's political landscape.

However, the veterans of the Fourth Company taught the new recruits mostly how to inspect the warehouse and estimate prices.

Praise be to Saint Markarius, Mamen.

The empire has done far too many bad things. Instead of wasting time worrying about the country and its people, they should focus on securing more supplies. After all, they still have to fight the orcs to the death.

Is this right?

Although Kaz pretended to be stupid in front of Motor Sich, he felt that the actions of his comrades in the company were somewhat inhuman.

Yes, yes, my brother Katz, isn't this the kind of job a company commander is supposed to do? You'll have to get used to it.

Yes, right...?

As the joy of opening blind boxes overshadowed his heartache for the company commander, Kars once again proved his pure four-man bloodline.

What do you mean by "right"? It's truly outrageous of me to even think like that.

Kaz, you dare to doubt the company commander's wisdom? You deserve to die too!

Atonement is necessary. Tonight, I'll go to the rebels' camp and see what good stuff they've hidden. I'll atone for my sins severely.

Chapter 65 Master of Balance

One cannot be a father-in-law without being deaf and mute.

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The rise of a trend of thought is not necessarily an explosion of rationality; it could also be a fanatical fervor of blind obedience.

As a large amount of intelligence was gathered at Motor Sich, the general outline of the planetary rebellion gradually took shape in his superhuman mind.

Ah, politics.

It was just a political assassination that went wrong.

Aside from the Dark Eldar, humans cannot stand on a moral high ground to criticize any other race.

The empire had a strict hierarchy, and climbing the ranks was very difficult.

Therefore, some lower-ranking nobles wanted to overthrow the planetary governor's family.

A conspiracy orchestrated this tax resistance uprising.

While Holy Terra has indeed done many absurd things like imposing tax rates on the Savage World and the Industrial World, as an ancient empire that has lasted for thousands of years, humanity is still capable of making minor adjustments and patching things up.

At least at the sub-sector level, the sub-sector government has left room for maneuver regarding the tax rates of various worlds within its jurisdiction.

It's an old craft passed down from ancient Terra, nothing special.

The planetary governor's tax increase wasn't for the sake of eating, drinking, and enjoying life.

He wants to build a new capital city.

Building a nest is good, because only by building a nest can we all live for generations. Living in a big bungalow really doesn't give me any sense of security.

So when the governor saw that his ideas were approved by his friends, he was truly a man of integrity and popular support.

Let's repair it then. The governor's office will contribute one-fifth of the money, food, and supplies, all the nobles will contribute two-fifths, and the planet's people will share two-fifths.

To be honest, when Motor Sich saw this allocation ratio, he even had the feeling that the planetary governor was a wise ruler.

This ratio isn't excessive.

It's not excessive for the planet's inhabitants, but why should the nobles have to contribute two-fifths of the funds? Why?

The seeds of turmoil have been sown; all that remains is to water them, fertilize them, and encourage them to sprout and grow.

Chaos is a ladder to advancement. Some planetary nobles saw the opportunity hidden within and wanted to use it to bring down the planetary governor so they could take the position for themselves.

As a result, the rebel army underwent a new transformation.

However, even the best swimmers can drown, and those who manipulate schemes and power will eventually suffer the consequences.

Once the floodgates of desire are opened, the raging torrent is beyond the control of any individual.

You're thinking of replacing the governor's family and becoming the ruler of the planet, but there are still people eyeing your position.

Murder, assassination, murder, killing, killing, killing—before the rebels even entered the capital, the noble lords had already died a happy death.

By the time they realized something was wrong, the situation was already out of control.

If it weren't for the highly competent arbitrators in the Ministry of Justice, the Empire would have already lost this planet.

The Ministry of Justice fortress was built in the northwestern mountainous region of the capital, blocking the northern rebel army's offensive route, while the Ministry of Military Affairs fortress was located due south, blocking the southern rebel army's offensive.

Only at this moment did the planetary governor realize the true value of the tithe; the Empire was awesome!

However, the Ministry of Justice and the Ministry of Military Affairs also had their own grievances.

If it weren't for the unruly people resisting taxes and raising the banner of equal land distribution and never collecting taxes again, the Ministry of Justice and the Ministry of Military Affairs would have already sold out the planetary governor and made peace with the rebels.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that taxation is the foundation of a political system's operation. Any rebel army that shouts "no taxes!" is definitely of questionable character.

From initial scheming and plotting to mid-stage internal strife and loss of control, the initial tax resistance uprising has turned into an irrational nationwide frenzy.

It was no longer appropriate to call them a rebel army at this point; they were simply a mob trying to bring everyone down.

Without collecting taxes, how will the new government function?

do not know.

Without taxes, how will infrastructure projects get funding?

not give a damn about.

Without taxes, what will the rebel army eat and use?

Talking so much, you must be a spy sent by the governor, bang...

The powerful and wealthy are not innocent, and the rioters are not pitiful. Ten days later, Motor Sich issued an order to behead the company commander of the Fourth Company.

Whether it was the rebel army or the existing aristocratic class, all the faction leaders were killed, regardless of whether they were big bosses or small leaders; not one was clean.

If given enough time, Motor Sich might be able to calmly clarify the situation, divide and win over opponents, and use a gradual and persistent approach to quell this farce.

But the neighboring galaxy is in turmoil, so they don't have time to waste here.

You agree, right, you old scoundrel Leothus?

Sure enough, as the Fourth Company launched a full-scale operation, the Ministry of Justice and the Ministry of Military Affairs followed suit.

Faced with the Imperial regular army and the Astartes superhumans, the rebel army, reduced to a mob, was utterly vulnerable.

A large number of leaders were eliminated by Asta, and surrendering or fleeing became the main themes.

The trembling planetary governor, unaware that he would be dragged away and shot by the Emperor's angels at any moment, had completely given up on thinking and resisting, living a life of debauchery.

Until the arrival of Judge Odachi, an old acquaintance of the Fourth Company.

The young judge was in high spirits, clearly having reaped considerable benefits from the previous incident. He didn't even need to borrow ships from the Imperial Navy; he had acquired a light cruiser on his own.

That's extravagant!

Odachi's reputation alone wasn't enough, but with the addition of two escort ships, Motor Sich wasn't so tired of the master and apprentice duo anymore.

The ruling forces of the entire planet have been wiped out by the four waves of the Desolate Wings. Apart from the lonely planetary governor, the planet can be said to be in a state of anarchy.

The Fourth Company accomplished what the insurgents could not.

If the Empire doesn't lend a hand, this planet will only face a worse situation after the Quadruple leaves.

So Judge Odachi arrived, bringing with him his teacher's extensive network of connections.

"Your Excellency, would you like a wife?"

Accompanying Odachi was a lady of noble birth, along with her family's generous dowry.

Seeing an opportunity to escape persecution, the governor did not hesitate to recognize Odachi as his godfather.

That's enough, we're all brothers, let's forget about godfathers and all that.