It is still in the suite arranged for Calvin by the Spiritual Seminary. The living room in the front hall is also the office area.
Behind the desk specially prepared for these giants in the scholastic school, on a chair as wide as a throne, Calvin folded his hands and looked playfully at the officials standing in front of him with their heads bowed.
"This is not consistent with the quantity in the documents you sent."
"Yes, the error came from our staff and the wrong quantity was sent to you. We are willing to apologize for this."
This mid-level official in black robe did not defend himself, but took all the mistakes on himself. But the more the problem seemed simple, the more Calvin did not believe it.
From the people in front of him, he could smell the nonsense he had encountered in his previous life when he had a dispute with the local department over outstanding soldiers during the recruitment process.
But today is different from the past. He is no longer a platoon leader who has just obtained the rank of second lieutenant. The political system of the empire is far dirtier and more complicated than the country where he grew up in his previous life.
He didn't want to get too entangled in this, because he didn't understand the intricate relationships among Terra's forces, and it was not a wise idea to rashly make enemies.
But you can never take a loss. So after thinking about it, he looked at the official in front of him and clicked on the documents on the table:
"I don't want to know your reasons, I just want the results. Within today, as long as you come up with the same number of qualified soldiers as on this list, I don't care about this mistake."
Originally, Calvin thought that the matter would come to an end, but when he was about to lower his head and continue reading the existing soldier information at hand, he found that the other party had no intention of leaving.
The official neither agreed to Calvin's words nor prepared to pick up the documents and leave. He just maintained the posture of bowing and apologizing.
Calvin's face darkened: trouble is coming.
It seemed that this was not an ordinary document writing error. It was a force that he didn't know had reached out to his desk.
Calvin is clear about his own confidentiality level. Calvin can also guess the other party's general thoughts.
On the surface, a mere battle group affiliated with the Tribunal is sufficient most of the time, and no one would risk offending them for some small interests.
But what if the benefits were big enough? Than 100 warrior apprentices with good psychic talents?
He squinted his eyes and looked at the silent official in front of him. There was a high probability that the person in front of him was just an unlucky guy who was kicked out and used as a scapegoat.
And the real leader is probably watching his excitement in a corner. And his handling will also affect the success or failure of the battle group's recruitment of soldiers.
He did not try to communicate with the other party again. How could a scapegoat have the ability to bring the words to the real initiator?
After exiting this door, it must be a question whether the person in front of me can return to his dormitory alive.
Without hesitation, he looked at Paladin Gavins standing on his left and said to him: "Send a message to the Eagle's Nest in orbit. We need Titan to open the throne room's contact authority..."
Just before he finished speaking, the door to the living room was suddenly pushed open. A young red-robed official walked straight in with a smile on his face.
He looked around for a week, then walked to a stop in front of the black-robed official. After half-bending to salute Calvin, he introduced himself:
"Good day, angels from the Inquisition. I am Matthews de Sutherland, a first-class knight of the Empire. I am currently responsible for the selection of students for the Psychic Seminary."
He stood up straight before waiting for Calvin's permission, then looked directly at Calvin behind the table with a smile and said: "I am here to make a small deal with you."
Halfway through, he raised his hand and pointed at the documents on the table, and continued: "A small transaction about this birth."
Calvin looked at the fearless mortal bureaucrat in front of him, and his thoughts about the causes and consequences of this matter were spinning rapidly in his mind.
"What gives a mid- to senior-level bureaucrat from a spiritual scholastic school the confidence to stand in front of him and talk eloquently?
The power that his long surname represents? I'm afraid not all of it, so a suitable and affordable target must be equally important to him.
A chapter that is not any prominent chapter, not any primordial chapter, but preferably an Astartes chapter that has failed to get along and can only rely on a mortal organization like the Inquisition?"
Thinking of this, Calvin smiled, and he was suddenly no longer eager to punish the madman in front of him. After understanding that his too low-key disguise was also one of the many reasons that contributed to this incident, what he wanted to know more now was,
Where did the students who originally belonged to the Gray Knights end up?
Calvin lowered his head and pondered:
It can't be the Star Torch Court. The people there have sufficient authority to mobilize past recruitment information. They roughly know the final destination of these people who are taken away by representatives sent by the Tribunal every year;
It can't be the Astra Militarum. Among their recruitment requirements on the psionic side, in addition to the fact that navigators are their core interests that cannot be violated, there are more political commissars and legion psykers who do not require qualitative requirements.
Pay more attention to the demand for quantity;
Where else? I am afraid that the only remaining think tanks that are also Astartes will have such highly overlapping needs as the Gray Knights? Then whose recruiting world is in Terra? Thinking of this, Calvin already understands
This is the root of the biggest obstacle to this trip.
"So, Imperial Fist? Then does their commander know that you are doing this?"
Calvin suddenly relaxed and leaned back, his huge body making the exquisite antique solid wood chair creak.
He took the time to look at the confident young man in front of him, and then told him his problem.
The topic got to the point so quickly, and Matthews's trump card was revealed, and his expression finally stopped being frivolous. He looked at Calvin seriously and said:
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"As your lord thought, the soldiers have been sent to the base of the Imperial Fists. I believe you don't want to have any unpleasantness with these real pillars of the empire."
When he said this, he seemed to be given more confidence by the battle group he was talking about, and continued in a more calm tone:
"This deployment of troops is indeed unlucky. It happens to coincide with the recruitment of troops by the Imperial Fists' think tank, and my brother is also one of them. If your lord is willing, the Sutherland family is willing to remember your friendship."
Having finished speaking, the information he wanted was finally confirmed. Calvin no longer pretended. He straightened up and looked down at the bureaucrats in front of him. Although the tone of his mouth was not high-pitched, the semantics he spat out were like razor blades: <
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"So, what if I don't want to?"
"That won't affect the outcome of this matter. For the sake of our future relationship, I'm sure you won't make such a hasty decision." This is the answer from Matthews.
Now that the matter has come to this, he has nothing to hide. A war group attached to the Tribunal cannot be easily offended in the eyes of the empire's established nobles, but it is definitely not unoffendable, as long as the price is sufficient.
The force and authority represented by these warriors may be powerful enough for the civilians of the empire or the governors of rural planets in the wilderness. But in the eyes of these nobles who have been rooted in Terra for decades, it is far from being so sacred and inviolable.
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In Matthews' eyes, if you still can't reach an agreement with the other party after expressing your attitude and paying the price as much as possible, then you are offended, and you are offended.
This was neither the first time nor the last time in the short lives of him and his fathers.
"For the prosperity and continuation of the family, sending one's own children to the Imperial Fists, which is essentially in charge of Terra's local defense, has been their tradition for decades and will never be disrupted by the actions of a certain war group.
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Matthews thought this way and did it this way. But the difference from before is that the targets he carefully selected this time may have some essential differences from those selected by his fathers.