The transformation of Galasper and the training of the Death Guard are progressing steadily.
Everyone received basic administrative training from Fowler. Fowler was really concerned about education, probably because it was the first time that people recognized him and were willing to let him take charge of real things. Fowler was very active. Even though he was attacked by students every day on the Barbarus Star Ring, he was able to handle the high-intensity work.
The people who were instilled with wonderful knowledge by Fowler had their world views reshaped.
Hades supervised from the side, and the two of them selected some good candidates suitable for administration, with Wood as the representative, and prepared for further training.
Mortals who are determined and willing to go to the battlefield will receive training from Hades. This time, Hades applied for off-field assistance and asked his good brothers from the foundry department to come over to teach the mortal auxiliary troops how to use vehicle weapons and improve their battlefield qualities. The tactical training of command and auxiliary operations will be completed by Hades himself.
Garo and the Gravekeeper are responsible for further character checks and training of candidate Space Marines.
Well, for now, teaching should be going smoothly.
"No! You have to smile at me now."
"He hinted at me to give him some 'benefits', and I have to smile?"
"It's good enough if I don't give him a volley of bullets right there!"
"Why are you so stubborn? If you don't give him some personal discounts, he will turn around and look for cooperation with other planets. You don't want your business anymore. This is how business talks are done."
"How can you talk like that?!" "It's always like this, whether you want to learn or not, if you can't learn, find someone else, you are too stubborn."
"Hey! Someone's being beaten! Help! Lord Hades! Help!!"
Wood was so angry that he reached out to punch Fowler, but Fowler ran away immediately when he saw that the situation was not right. Although Fowler was fat, Wood could not catch up with him when he ran.
The entire hall was temporarily divided into two parts. On one side, Fowler was giving intensive classes to this group of administrative staff. On the other side, Hades was leading the technical sergeants to familiarize the mortal auxiliary troops with various vehicles and weapons. Perhaps because the Legion's Foundry Department did not communicate much with other departments on weekdays, Hades felt that the technical sergeants talked a lot when communicating with these mortals.
"Sir! Help!"
“Stop, stop, stop.”
Hades' head was buzzing because of the quarrel between the two people. Fortunately, the brothers in the foundry department did not laugh and at least gave Hades some face.
He stood up from in front of the Cerberus tank and walked directly in front of the two men. Under the pressure of Hades' "kind" smile and huge body, the two men instantly became as quiet as chickens.
Fowler wiped his sweat with a handkerchief and said, "Sir, he wanted to fight me just because of a disagreement. My life is in danger. This is too scary."
Ignoring Fowler's pity, Haddish turned to look at Wood.
"What's wrong?"
Wood looked dignified and stood straight.
"Your Excellency, I am reporting that what he teaches is rubbish."
Hades blinked.
"So what do you think you need to learn to become a qualified planetary governor?"
Wood paused for a moment, then spoke unconvincedly,
"Managing people, managing the environment, building factories. None of these."
Hades turned his head to look at Fowler.
"Have you taught the first few items that Wood just mentioned?"
"Yes, sir, I have taught you. The first step I will teach you is administration."
Fowler nodded.
"Wood, I have to remind you that, in addition to what we just said, a qualified planetary governor needs to deal with imperial officials, mechanical sages, and officials from nearby galaxies."
“Galaspa is a large production system, which means you have to learn how to get along with them.”
"You chose to go to the administrative post yourself, didn't you? And I think you are indeed suitable for this position."
Hades felt that Wood was a courageous man with a good eye and enough loyalty, so he could be trained directly to become a planetary governor - but unfortunately he had to take this detour.
Wood swallowed, and Hades felt that he was still a little unwilling.
"Sir, have you ever encountered such a situation?"
Hades' mouth twitched.
Can he say that compared with the gods, demons and beasts of the Forge World, most of the mortal officials' games are a piece of cake? After all, these imperial officials can see the whole face and judge the expression. Most of those oil guys have neither shame nor bottom line, and it all depends on Hades' judgment based on experience.
Hades still remembered the unbearable memories of the verbal battles with the mechanical sages, and the whole room was filled with the fragrance of logic engines.
Hades nodded solemnly.
"Yes, it is a product of human civilization reaching a certain level of development. Although you may not understand it, you must learn these 'habits' in your position."
"Wood, I understand how you feel, but you have to learn to face this."
Hades said seriously,
"I hope you become a good administrator, Wood. We all know you mean well."
Wood was silent. It turned out that even a big man like Hades would encounter such a situation. He thought that "Legion" was already the representative of supremacy.
Hades looked at the silent Wood.
"You will have to deal with things and work in ways that you despise, but I know you will stick to your bottom line, and that's why I chose you."
"It's not just about you having a drink with the legion commander. For me, it depends on your strength."
Hades joked, and then he noticed that Wood was blushing a little.
Are you so weak to praise? You are still too thin-skinned. This reminds Hades of those Death Guard recruits who had just joined the legion. Although this did not prevent them from twisting off the aliens' heads, for administrative personnel like Wood, they still need to practice.
In terms of treating people, in the Death Guard, only those old hands who manage the legion have this skill. Vorkes hasn't mastered it either. Hades is a natural talent and is not up to the level of discussion.
Oh, we can also count Karas who is already asleep. That guy is also the typical one who says one thing to one person and another thing to another person.
But the management of the Legion is okay, with the Primarch in charge, so there aren't many problems. The main thing is the construction of the planets in the rear, so at least we need some skilled people to avoid being fooled by others.
Only when the rear is well-defended can the corps be provided with stable logistical support and defensive barriers.
"Study hard, Wood. Fowler has experience in this area."
"Oh, sir, don't worry, I, Fowler, will definitely teach you well."
Seeing Hades praising him, Fowler hurried to flatter him. Hades gave a look, and Fowler began to sing the same tune with Hades. Although Wood had the ability, he was inexperienced and could not withstand the words of two old foxes. After a while, he was dizzy and was fooled by Hades. He began to swear that he would study hard.
Well, when he really learns it, he will realize that what Hades and Fowler said just now is not right.
Watching Wood being taken away in a daze by Fowler, who was smiling wildly, Hades felt guilty for dragging a good boy with a good moral bottom line into the water.
Anyway, in this environment, sooner or later everyone will become a veteran. In this regard, mortals are easier to pull in than Space Marines. If you can pull one in, then it's a good one. Hades will have to count on them to negotiate with Imperial officials in the future.
Hades turned around and continued to teach the mortal auxiliary army how to drive a tank. Isn't driving a tank better than abducting innocent Galapa people? The faint sense of guilt disappeared instantly.
Yes, code, late, don't wait.
(End of this chapter)