Hades was looking helplessly at these so-called "highly educated people" in front of him.
"My Lord, I am their current leader."
A fat and greasy man spoke to Hades in a flattering tone.
Behind him was a group of people whose clothes were somewhat tattered, but still looked gorgeous.
Hades felt like a rage symbol had exploded above his head.
He deliberately put aside the supervision of the construction of the Star Ring and the population migration and registration of Barbarus, just to come here to welcome the people sent to him by Malcador.
Not long ago, the weapons and fleets funded by the Emperor to Mortarion had just arrived at the port, and seeing the aura of luxury and wealth emanating from those transport ships, Hades couldn't help but look forward to Malcador a little.
But it turns out that you are worthy of it, Malcador.
Looking at the crowd of people on a spaceship who looked like fleeing refugees, Hades fell into deep doubt about his life.
If I had known this earlier, I would have asked the emperor for it.
But in fact, Hades knew that Malcador was in charge of most of the empire's administration. If Hades really went to ask the emperor for help, it was likely that the order would be executed by Malcador in the end.
Hades thought with gritted teeth.
But Malcador also had his own reasons for this matter. Terra's key departments had a huge demand for talent. He himself did not mind having too many people, so how could he send talent to a more remote planet
Even if it is the original body's home planet, it won't work.
So Malcador decisively issued an edict to the Storm Star Region where Barbarus was located, collecting the guilty noble children from various planets.
In this way, Hades received a bunch of "educated people" who had failed in local politics, were convicted of dereliction of duty, or were about to be executed for corruption and bribery.
Just tell me whether they are illiterate and whether they have received higher education.
Hades cursed Malcador again in his heart.
This is a very creative way of interpretation.
The middle-aged man in front of Hades saw that the legion leader ignored him, but he was not in a hurry. He maintained his familiar smile and stood beside Hades waiting neither humble nor arrogant.
His name is Fowler. He was originally a senior executive of the Hive City. He was able to reach this position because of the protection of a big family. But later, the big family he was attached to needed a scapegoat for the death penalty, so Fowler was directly pushed out.
Fowler was not annoyed. Since the day he was granted asylum, he already knew his ending. So Fowler never saved much for himself. He spent money whenever he had it and did not start a family. He thought he had no regrets before going to prison.
But he didn't expect that a word from those top bigwigs would cause him to be dragged out of prison by the guards and stuffed into the fleet heading to Barbarus.
That’s good, I can live a little longer.
However, the lord in front of him looked very annoyed. Fowler could see that this lord did not welcome them, a group of down-and-out nobles.
It is highly likely that this gentleman was secretly taken advantage of by the people above him, and he has no way of saying anything and can only suffer in silence.
Fowler tried hard not to look so unpleasant and sighed in his heart. As the person in charge who was temporarily picked out by that group of people, he was likely to be in trouble.
Fowler had once caught a glimpse of the adults in these legions. They had very bad tempers and didn't take them, the mortals, seriously at all.
However, the adult opposite him was silent for a moment, then asked in an indistinguishable voice,
"Your name?"
"Fowler, sir, my name is Fowler."
Hardy paused, suppressing his desire to kill Malcador.
"Well, Fowler, tell me the origins of this group of people."
Fowler was flattered. It was rare to see an adult who was so reasonable and did not express his emotions. The few remaining strands of hair on his head fluttered, and then he quickly told them everything he knew.
"Sir, most of our people are nobles from the Storm Sector, all of whom are High Gothic speakers. We have been convicted for various reasons, but have now been transferred to your place."
Very good, they are all guilty. Hades has now guessed Malcador’s plan.
He decided to take back the sympathy he had for Malcador who was bullied by Mortarion on Mars.
Education is crucial, but finding a bunch of people with bad behavior is not a good thing.
Hades felt himself getting angry again.
"guilty?"
Hades asked slowly,
The Death Guard's deep voice spread out like ripples, and the crowd that had been making some small movements just now suddenly became as silent as a grave.
"Yes, my Lord."
The murderous aura that Hades burst out just now made Fowler feel his knees go weak, and he fell to his knees.
Fowler's kneeling awakened everyone, and the crowd, who had just been frightened to the point of almost suffocating, immediately knelt down in a large number.
But the behavior of these nobles made Hades feel helpless.
ha.
Makhado, you !!!
Although they are guilty, Hades cannot kill them all. He still has to make them work, but he has to screen out the scum first and find supervision for the behavior of these people later.
“Don’t kneel.”
The clear voice of a little girl interrupted the silence.
Hades sighed and turned his head. Sure enough, it was little Herrera again.
Because the Death Guard's meals were good and Jin consciously separated the two siblings, little Herrera's anti-psychic field improved rapidly during this period.
She even learned the "stealth" skills of the Untouchables without any instruction.
Upon discovering that little Herrera was suddenly becoming hard to find, Jin quickly reported the anomaly to Hades.
Hades looked at little Herrera. He seemed to remember that stealth was a skill that only powerful Sisters of Silence could master.
Realizing that little Herrera's anti-psychic field had become strong enough, Hades decided to take care of the baby himself.
Of course, it’s still free-range.
Just tie a positioning marker to the little girl, and then tell little Herrera where she can move around. If she goes beyond the specified activity area, an automatic alarm will be triggered.
And if little Herrera has any problems, she can go to Hades.
The more quiet Hader volunteered to study in the database. Little Herrera, who didn't want to read, was very bored, so she would bother him from time to time.
Hades scratched his chin, and he suddenly realized that no one had ever taught little Herrera that children should not talk when adults were doing things.
The native of Barbarus obviously did not understand the actions of these nobles. She just knew from her own experience in Barbarus that she should not kneel.
I don't think other Babarus kids are at the same level.
Hades took a breath and suddenly realized that this seemed to be the case.
The Death Guards of the Barbarus descent were all trained in military discipline by Mortarion. Normally, these rules do not exist in those small villages.
Everyone is living a messy life, but those from the stronghold may be more reasonable.
But it's just "like" that.
"Little Herrera,"
Hades opened the private communication channel and said seriously,
"If people are doing something, you can't interrupt them."
"You are not allowed to speak without permission."
"Oh, sorry."
Little Herrera wilted instantly, and then she realized what she had done wrong, so she turned on stealth, covered her mouth with one hand, and obediently walked to stand next to Hades.
Fowler continued to kneel beside him, trembling and not knowing what was happening.
In his sight, a little girl suddenly appeared at the side, and then disappeared without any reason!
How eerie! Is that a ghost
Fowler was trembling all over and his belly was shaking. Although he was not afraid of death, he was afraid of ghosts!
Fear made Fowler subconsciously ignore the fact that Hades' aura had eased.
"Get up."
Hades sighed silently.
"Now, get in line, everyone go over there and register."
"Write down your name, age, original planet, and crime, or how you came here."
"Write it clearly."
"Anyone who lies about his past"
Hades stopped talking. He watched with satisfaction as the group of people rushed over to line up.
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