After leaving the palace, Soshyan did not return to orbit immediately because he received a mysterious invitation.
Considering the other party's help to him in Terra, Soshyan did not refuse, so he rarely changed into silver-gray regular clothes and went to the other party's mansion.
As the sun set, the golden afterglow reflected the mist-filled trees. Tyrion sat in a garden filled with colorful flowers. A thick gold chain was twisted around in his fat hands. There were many precious things on the chain.
The alien gems sparkled in the setting sun. The fat body on the thick marble seat changed positions uneasily, and his eyes looked around, as if searching for hidden enemies. He was surrounded by a circle of tall and thin trees.
The branches and leaves of the small trees overlapped each other, providing a thick shade above his head.
In Terra, this garden alone may be worth more than an entire galaxy in a remote area of the Milky Way.
Amidst the chirping of insects and birds, the sound of water flowing like silver bells came from a fountain not far away. There are many invisible fountains in other places in this large garden. They sing an eternal song in a low voice day and night.
symphony.
But Tirian is not alone. Behind him is a tall, beautiful woman with healthy wheat-colored skin. She has beautiful wavy long black hair, which stretches from her left shoulder to Tirian's forehead.
On her shoulders, she wore a sexy deep V high-cut dress, revealing a large area of chest skin and half of her peak. The translucent crystal stilettos made the curves of her already slender legs even more perfect. The slit in the skirt was almost to the
On the crotch, two black laces can be vaguely seen at the base of the rounded thighs, which makes people think a lot.
"You value him very much. I have never seen you care so much about whether a person is late."
Anna Murza Jack, Tirian's work assistant and life secretary, teased softly while holding her hair in Tirian's ear and teasing her.
"The high lords will know that he is here."
"There's nothing wrong with that."
Tyrion's fat face forced a smile.
"I didn't intend to hide it from anyone."
"Why, do you still want them to become the second Minotaur?"
"Don't tell me, the big reason why that old stubborn Itu Hamotarion can be so arrogant is that he is the only one among the high lords who can truly control an Astartes battle group.
There is an old saying in Terra that political power comes from the barrel of a gun. Although most of Terra's weapons of war are words and conspiracy, violence can always play a key role. This is why everyone is so afraid of the Assassin Court and even victory.
Because of the Inquisition, the power of the Inquisition still comes from power, while the power of the Assassins comes from their violence."
"But the Astral Knights and the Minotaur are different."
"I didn't say there was any similarity between the two..."
At this moment, a bell rang on the treetops nearby, Tirian's eyes flashed, and Anna Murza Jack behind him immediately stood up straight, changing from a charming little devil to a dignified lady.
Soon, Soshyan, who was wearing regular clothes, came from a distant path under the guidance of his attendants.
Tyrion then stood up and opened his arms.
"Oh, welcome, our imperial hero, Chapter Commander Soshyan, your arrival will make this humble house shine."
Soshyan, who was wearing regular clothes, did not feel as strong as when he was wearing armor, but he still looked like a towering giant in front of Tirian. He nodded with a smile.
"It is a great honor to be invited by you, Prime Minister."
Tyrion turned around and looked at the secretary.
"Anna, go see how they are preparing."
"yes."
After the secretary left, Tirian looked at Soshyan.
"Chapter Commander, you still have a little time before dinner starts. Would you like to enjoy my private garden?"
Soshyan smiled and nodded with a very humble attitude.
"Honored."
Then the two of them strolled along the tree-lined paths. Although the size difference was so huge, Tirian did not appear humble or insignificant. The magnanimity of a superior man was clearly revealed in his behavior. It was obvious that he was very good at fighting with powerful people.
Dealing with soldiers, such as Soshyan.
"...Sometimes I envy a life with war as the main theme. To tell you the truth, I have also undergone arduous training and almost became the same person as you. If I had really become an Imperial Fist or a warrior
As a member of the regiment, can I walk side by side with you now?"
When he reached a statue of a Space Marine, Tyrion stopped and sighed softly.
"Instead of being entangled with endless paperwork and reports every day like now, it seems that the work in front of you may never be finished."
Soshyan smiled and replied:
"I almost became an imperial official like you. If I had not been chosen... maybe this was fate or the emperor's arrangement."
As he spoke, he looked up at the distant spire of the palace.
"After coming to Terra, I found that there is actually not much difference between the two. We fight in the galaxy, and you fight in the palace. I really don't know who of the two of us has a worse job."
"It's definitely worse here."
Tyrion smiled and told the answer.
"After all, here, even statues have to learn to tread two boats. Trust is a more precious thing than the emperor's handwritten letter, and you can at least trust your warriors and brothers wholeheartedly."
"It certainly sounds like it."
The smile on Soshyan's face disappeared and was replaced by a pensive expression.
"But this may be more of a fantasy. I'm afraid you can't imagine the real battlefield. No disrespect, Prime Minister, but I have seen things that no normal person should see. I have ever seen the most determined and loyal Ah
Astartes was defeated by the enemy. I have also seen the corruption and betrayal of Astartes. Most people in the empire do not believe that will happen, but I have seen it with my own eyes. I have also seen terrible power. That
It is a terrifying evil spirit lurking in the subspace, and its power is difficult to resist with any real weapon."
Tirian turned his head, saw Soshyan's gaze as firm as steel, and then nodded.
"It is indeed terrible, but if I have the choice, I will not hesitate to follow a great warrior like you into the battlefield. This is always more meaningful than dying in bed in despair or a political murder. What the Astartes have
My strength has always made me envious."
"Prime Minister Tyrion, although you are not a high lord, you are the essential lubricant for the operation of this ancient machine of the empire. Losing you is something we cannot afford. Your power is what we
Unrivaled.”
"Haha, you are joking. I am not a warrior, nor a general, nor a fleet commander. My power only comes from the imperial decree. Just like my other colleagues, it is protected by the words written on the parchment.
They gave me status and defined it. Without this parchment, even the most ordinary Hive City wanderer could kill me without any scruples and take the jewels in my hand and exchange them for weapons, and
No one will stand up to help me. People in this galaxy only recognize power. That was the case in the past, it is the same now, and it has always been the case."