Realizing that the "money" might indeed be useful in the future, Soshyan decided to accept Sorge's "tribute."
"Okay, since you have this intention, the war group will accept it. Well, I almost forgot, Occam's power left with the Death Cult is also given to you. I hope it can give you more career in the future.
Help, you didn’t have lunch when you came, stay for a light meal."
"What an honor."
At this moment, a slight ticking sound came from Sorge's collar. Just as he was about to close it, Soshyan smiled:
"If you have something to deal with first, take care of it first."
Sorge nodded and connected to the hidden communicator. After listening for thirty seconds, he whispered:
"I see."
Then he looked at Soshyan, who said first:
"Is something wrong?"
"A senior manager under me is in trouble, and I may need to deal with it myself."
Soshyan immediately raised his hand.
"It doesn't matter, if you have something to do, just go and do it."
Sorge then looked at the box, and Soshyan immediately understood:
"Remember to take this with you too."
"Chapter Commander, I will take my leave now."
Sorge picked up the suitcase, turned around and walked out of the office with Thorns, and then Veronica possessed Soshyan and whispered in Soshyan's ear:
"Hey, are you planning to replace Occam with him?"
Soshyan sighed helplessly.
"I had this idea, but it seems that it is no longer possible. He has concerns in his heart and can no longer be a simple tool. Speaking of which, he is somewhat similar to Kayan. He is worthy of being a former master and servant."
"Then why don't you try the power of the royal court?"
"talk later."
"One more thing. Before leaving, Lord Doral recruited some mercenaries of other races in the Maelstrom. He never had time to tell you about this."
Soshyan frowned.
"Mercenary? What to do?"
"Dolar said that several virgin worlds have recently sent messages to the Royal Court asking for help. However, the Royal Court is currently weak in military strength, and the two Blessings of Vaal also need strength to defend, so they can only rely on the strength of some mercenaries from other clans."
"Is this so? The virgin world is one of those wilderness tribes, right?"
"Yes, in the past, when they were attacked, they would seek help from the nearest ark, but after all, the Royal Court raised the flag of Mother Goddess Isa, and most of the compatriots in the wilderness still maintained the belief of Mother Goddess Isa, so they also
We have gradually begun to establish contact with the Royal Court, and naturally we will also ask for help from the Royal Court."
"Raider."
Soshyan tapped his fingers on the table. Some issues were not that he was unwilling to face, but that they were too sensitive and difficult to decide for his identity and position.
But Lorena is right, he can no longer treat himself as an outsider, and it is unfair to Veronica. After all, she has always supported him wholeheartedly.
".What are they like?"
Veronica hesitated for a moment, and Soshyan immediately held her hand.
"This is something I should know."
"Well, most of the attackers are humans, including those servants of Chaos, pirates, and the Imperial Army and the Astartes Chapter."
Soshyan, who was mentally prepared, was not surprised by this. As an Astartes who had served for hundreds of years, he naturally knew the empire's foreign strategy, especially the highly habitable defense force of the Eldar Maiden World.
A world that is very weak must be a priority target for attack. Not only the imperial armed forces, but also the Rogue Traders, the Adeptus Mechanicus, and even the state religion will covet such a world.
In fact, most of the time, war does not originate from pure hatred. The essence is to snatch living space and survival resources.
Soshyan rubbed his face helplessly, and then said:
"Since it is a defensive operation, it is understandable."
"Okay, Doral will take care of these things, so you don't have to think about it so much."
"I have to think about it. Occam's incident has taught me a lesson. Even the most trustworthy people have to ask and consider it. That's all. Let's arrange these things slowly after we leave the maelstrom. Those short stories will come later.
It seems that people have something to discuss with me, please help me arrange a meeting room that will not damage their self-esteem."
"It has been arranged. They have been waiting for ten minutes."
"Ah, it seems like I'm always late every time I meet with them."
Shaking his head and standing up from the chair, Soshyan followed Veronica to a side hall of the manor. This place was much larger than the previous conference room, and there were huge stone pillars on both sides, which could weaken his physical strength.
There was pressure, and there were three Hearthborn sitting around the huge conference table, among them was Old Walker, the Priest of Gramnir whom Soshyan knew.
Opposite Old Walker was a female short man. This was also the first time Soshyan had seen a female short man. He had heard before that both men and women of this race had beards, but in fact this was not the case. The other person was wearing a heavy robe and a windbreaker.
, with a string of gorgeous gem pendants hanging on his body, and a thick golden braid that reaches as long as his waist. His round face looks quite majestic, and you can even see some scars left by the battle.
Between the two of them was a serious Hearthborn wearing heavy armor.
His entire head is like mottled marble. It is bare but its hardness can be felt with the naked eye, which reflects a stubborn and unyielding soul. Under the slightly protruding brow bone, there is a pair of eyes as calm as water but as deep as the sea.
He has gray eyes and white beard surrounding his entire lips and chin. His armor is blue-gray, and he even wears a coat on the outside, which is engraved with mysterious runes. There is also a two-bear totem on the back.
Hang the sheathed sword on his waist.
The chairs of the three Hearthborns have been specially raised so that they will not appear too short when sitting on them, compared to Soshyan.
"I'm really sorry, we just had a guest."
Soshyan walked to his seat with a smile. His chair was slightly shorter, but even so, after sitting down, he was still much taller than those Hearthborn.
Veronica was sitting on the seat to his left, holding the data pad and pretending to be a well-behaved secretary.
Then he looked at Old Walker, who was smoking a pipe.
"Master Walker, these two are"
Old Walker coughed twice and pointed his pipe at the female Hearthborn.
"Captain of the Soshiyan Chapter, this is the leader of the Kvim Raid Alliance and the CEO of Ingvar United Logistics."
Soshyan then nodded and smiled at the other party.
"Hello, Ms. Kwim Ryder."
"Hello, His Excellency Soshyan Alexey, Chapter Master of the Astral Knights and Supreme Lord Commander of the Human Empire Expeditionary Force."
The other party's voice was as rich as a furnace man's, but also a little softer than a woman's, and his attitude was neither humble nor overbearing.
Then Walker pointed to the soldier with cold eyes.
"This is the leader of Ursal, one of the most powerful leaders in the alliance, also known as the Destiny. It was he who led the alliance to victory in the Battle of the Death Star. It was also he who killed the greenskin warlord and the steel beast.