After leaving the palace, Soshiyan did not return to the track immediately because he received a mysterious invitation.
Considering that the other party helped him in Terra, Soshiyan did not refuse, so he changed into silver-gray clothes and went to the other party's mansion.
As the sun sets, the golden afterglow reflects the foggy bushes red. Tirien sat in the garden with colorful flowers. A thick golden chain was twisted around his fat hands. The chain was strung with many precious alien gems, shining in the sunset. The fat body on the thick marble seat changed its posture uneasily, and his eyes were looking around, as if searching for hidden enemies. Around him was a circle of thin, tall and thin trees, with branches and leaves of the trees tied together to cover a thick shade for him to overhead.
In Terra, this garden alone may be worth more than the entire galaxy in the remote area of ​​the Milky Way.
Amid the sound of insects and birds, a fountain not far away came the sound of silver bell-like water flowing. There are many invisible fountains in other places in this big garden. They sang an eternal symphony day and night.
But Tirien was not alone. Behind him was a tall and healthy wheat-colored woman. She had beautiful wavy black hair, from the bottom of her left shoulder to Tirien's shoulder. She was a sexy deep V-high-square dress, revealing a large chest skin and a small peak. The translucent crystal stilettos made her already slender legs more perfect. The slit of the skirt was almost to her hips, and two black laces at the base of her round thighs were vaguely visible.
"You value him very much. I've never seen you care so much about whether a person is late."
Anna Murza Jack, Tirien's work assistant and life secretary, teased softly while pinching his hair with his hands and teasing him in Tirien's ear.
"The lords will know about him when he comes here."
“It’s no problem.”
Tirien's fat face squeezed out a smile.
"I didn't plan to hide it from anyone."
"Why, do you want them to become the second Minotao?"
"You really don't say that the old stubborn maniac of Itu Hamotarion was so arrogant. One of the big reasons is that he is the only one among the high lords who can truly control an Astartes. Guterra has an old saying, "Political power comes from the barrel of a gun. Although Terra's weapons of war are mostly language and conspiracy, violence often plays a key role. This is also why everyone is so afraid of the Assassin's Court and even better than the Inquisition. The power of the Inquisition still comes from power, while the Assassin's Court comes from their violence."
"But the Knight of the Star Realm is different from Minotao."
"I didn't say there is anything similar to the two..."
At this moment, a ringtone rang on the treetops beside him, and Tirien's eyes flashed, and Anna Murza Jack behind him immediately stood up straight, turning from a charming little demon to a dignified noble lady.
Soon, Soshiyang, wearing a regular suit, walked from a distance under the guidance of his attendant.
Tirien then stood up and spread his arms.
"Oh, welcome, our empire hero, commander of the Soshiyang Battle, your arrival will make the humble house shine."
Soshyan, who was wearing a regular suit, did not feel as strong as the pressure he was wearing armor, but he was still a towering giant in front of Tirien. He nodded with a smile.
"It is very honored to be invited by the Prime Minister."
Tirien turned around and looked at the secretary.
"Anna, go see how they are ready."
"yes."
After the secretary left, Tirien looked at Soshyan.
"Captain of the War Team, there is still a little time before dinner begins. Would you like to enjoy my private garden?"
Soshiyang smiled and nodded, with a very humble attitude.
"I am honored."
The two then walked on the tree-lined path. Although the size difference was so huge, Tirien did not appear humble or small. The superior's demeanor was fully revealed in his behavior. Obviously, he was very good at dealing with powerful warriors, such as Soshiyan.
"... Sometimes I envy life with war-based themes. To be honest, I have also been trained hard and almost become the same person as you. If I had really become a member of the Empire Fist or a certain battle group, would I be able to walk side by side with you now?"
When he walked to a statue of a Space Marine, Tirien stopped and sighed softly.
"Instead of being entangled with endless documents and reports every day, it seems that the work in front of you may never be finished."
Soshiyang replied with a smile:
"I almost became an imperial public servant like you. If I were not selected... maybe this is fate or the emperor's arrangement."
As he said that, he looked up at the spire of the distant palace.
"After coming to Terra, I found that there was actually no big difference between the two. We were fighting in the Galaxy, and you were fighting in the palace. I really don't know which of us has the worse job."
“There is no doubt that it’s worse here.”
Tirien smiled and said the answer.
"After all, even the statue must be learned to step on two boats here. Trust is a more precious thing than the emperor's handwritten letters, and you can at least trust your warriors and brothers with all your heart."
“It does sound like that.”
The smile on Soshiyang's face disappeared and he changed into a contemplative expression.
"But this may be more of a fantasy. You may not imagine the real battlefield, and there is no disrespect. Prime Minister, but I have seen things that no normal person should have seen. I have seen the most firm and loyal Astart defeated by the enemy, and also seen Astart's depravity and betrayal. Most people in the empire don't believe that that would happen, but I have seen it with my own eyes, and I have also seen a very terrifying force, which is a terrifying evil spirit hidden in the subspace, whose power is difficult for any real weapon to resist."
Tirien turned his head and saw Soshiyan's stare as firm as steel, then nodded.
"That's really terrible, but if there is a choice, I will not hesitate to follow a great warrior like you into the battlefield. It's more meaningful than dying in despair in bed or a political murder. The power Astart has always envied me."
"Prime Minister Tirien, although you are not a high lord, you are the lubricant essential for the operation of this ancient machine of the Empire. Losing you is something we cannot afford, and the strength you have is something we cannot match."
Chapter completed!