Chapter 425

Listening to Uula's cold, almost ruthless words, Irtu only felt pain constantly emerging from his nerves, as if his internal organs were about to rupture.

His lips trembled, his throat was dry, and he stared at Uula, unable to say a word.

Mars actually stood on the side of Saint Doraemon and the Primarch.

This not only meant that Irtu would lose his position as a High Lord, but also meant that this massive manufacturing machine of Mars would begin to start, providing support for the so-called Indomitable Crusade planned by Guilliman, and meant that the Titan Legion and the Skitarii would stand on the side of the Primarch and Saint Doraemon.

Irtu could already feel it; Guilliman's crusade was already like a Gloriana-class battleship with its engines at full power, coming fiercely and unstoppably.

He felt his lungs had turned into hard stones, every breath was extremely difficult, and everything in front of him became blurred.

If Tiruien hadn't pronounced the result of the vote, Irtu might have already fainted.

"Regarding the motion to dismiss Lord Irtu from his position as Director of the Administratum, there are six votes in favor, four votes against, and one abstention."

"According to the sacred Imperial law, Lord Irtu's position as Director of the Administratum is hereby relieved."

Tiruien's voice was slow and gentle, but it struck Irtu like a lightning bolt, making his body twitch uncontrollably.

"Lord Irtu, please leave the council chamber."

Roboute Guilliman said softly:

"Please trouble yourself to ask Lord Violetta Roskavler, who is waiting outside the door, to come in when you leave."

"He will be your successor."

Then, Guilliman's gaze was no longer on Irtu, but looked at the remaining High Lords.

"I think this doesn't need to be voted on again, right?"

Naturally, no High Lord expressed opposition.

The subsequent content of the meeting became very boring in Zhou Yun's view; basically, it was Guilliman outputting alone, and other High Lords symbolically cast votes to pass Guilliman's various proposals.

If it weren't for the Harlequins wearing blind-spot stars surrounding them and secretly performing various funny acrobatics for Zhou Yun, Zhou Yun might have fallen asleep.

The next High Lords' meeting really can't be attended, Zhou Yun thought secretly in his heart.

By the time Zhou Yun sat in his seat until he was exhausted, the meeting finally ended temporarily, and the sky outside the palace had long been dark as ink.

After the High Lords except Uula let out a long sigh, they moved their stiff, dry, and numb bodies from their chairs and staggered toward the exit of the Grand Council Chamber.

This was of course not the end of this round of High Lords' meetings; this was just a temporary mid-session "break." The High Lords would have an hour and a half to organize the decrees regarding their departments from the meeting just now, quickly issue them to their assistants, organize them, and make execution strategies within their departments, while also handling other documents in their departments during the day, thinking about the topics in the next meeting, and submitting them to the Imperial Viceroy.

High Lords who were lucky could also take this opportunity to eat some food.

If the God-Hua Hua Hua Di Huang blessed them, they could barely sleep for ten minutes under the influence of hypnosis and drugs, but this kind of good luck wouldn't happen once in a hundred years.

Although this was just a mid-session break, Zhou Yun already intended to take this opportunity to run away quickly.

He really couldn't stay any longer.

"Lord Zhou Yun." Tiruien walked out of the round table and performed a slight Aquila sign to Zhou Yun.

During this mid-session break, Tiruien, as the Imperial Viceroy, was not as busy as the High Lords.

Before the High Lords submitted new topics, he still had a little time to catch his breath.

"I didn't expect Irtu to actually persuade the Grand Master of the Officio Assassinorum." Tiruien said with some fear in his tone.

Every Imperial bureaucrat knew what the Officio Assassinorum had done.

The incident of the Grand Master of the Officio Assassinorum Vangorich slaughtering the entire High Lords' council in one day thousands of years ago was still fresh in his memory.

In order to defy Guilliman's reform policy, Irtu actually went to the extent of persuading the Officio Assassinorum to break the principle of neutrality and stand on his side.

And the fact that the Grand Master of the Officio Assassinorum could be persuaded meant that the Officio Assassinorum was now on the side of the conservative faction; Tiruien felt terrified.

"This was really unexpected; if it weren't for you persuading Ude Udia——————"

Before Tiruien could finish speaking, a buzzing mechanical roar interrupted him.

The Fabricator General Uula did not leave the council chamber because of his size.

"Thanks to you persuading Uula." Tiruien immediately changed his words: "Otherwise, the situation would have become a stalemate of five to five."

Hearing this, Zhou Yun couldn't help but reveal some smiles, shook his head at Tiruien: "No, it wouldn't."

Tiruien was obviously stunned for a moment when he heard this.

Could it be that one of the High Admiral of the Navy and the Minister of the Adeptus Arbites had already turned to the reform faction?

Or could it be that the Custodians would also give up maintaining neutrality at a critical moment and turn to stand on the side of the reform faction?

Looking at the stunned old Tiruien, the corners of Zhou Yun's mouth curled into a smile.

"You can release this news." Zhou Yun said softly to Tiruien.

Tiruien vaguely understood Zhou Yun's meaning and nodded slightly to indicate that he understood.

Then he hurried out of the council chamber and went to his office to work.

Zhou Yun loosened his muscles a little, nodded to Uula, who couldn't leave the council chamber, and then slipped out of the council chamber.

The sky of Terra was covered by heavy dark clouds; looking up, one couldn't see the bright moon and stars, only a deep dark night.

According to Hua Hua Hua Di Huang Nobita, this was because during the Unification Wars, some warlords used too much Warp power, causing trauma to the existence of Terra itself.

Zhou Yun took a deep breath, and the filtered air with a bit of ozone smell poured into his lungs, making the fatigue of his body reduce a little.

"Are you still attending the next meeting?" Roboute Guilliman's voice sounded not far from Zhou Yun's side.

This son of the Great Horned Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, the big hamster of Macragge, was obviously waiting for Zhou Yun.

"Spare me." Zhou Yun rubbed his brow and said bitterly.

Guilliman's Warp characteristics were becoming more and more obvious; he felt that there was a vortex named overtime around Guilliman, fiercely rolling the things around him into it.

"I understand you; the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang also did similar things. After the Great Crusade gradually unfolded and administrative work increased, he became more and more inclined to throw work to Malcador." Guilliman said calmly: "Of course, this period of history is not known to many people in the current Empire."

"Just like I know this period of history, so I can understand your fatigue."

"If the bureaucrats of the Empire could take history as a mirror, perhaps they would better understand my policies."

"And if I could understand the history of the ten thousand years I slept, I would also be able to better understand the people of this era."

"More importantly: knowing how the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's plan went astray bit by bit, preventing us from repeating his mistakes."

"What do you want to say?" Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows a little and looked at Guilliman beside him.

"The current Empire is too neglectful, or even can be said to be destructive, of the records of history, but I believe we need to understand history."

Guilliman said with a bit of sincerity in his tone:

"If you want to leave the High Lords' council, are you interested in visiting a department I newly established regarding historical research?"

Zhou Yun frowned.

"Don't show this expression; this won't be a tiring job." Guilliman continued to persuade earnestly; his earnestness made Zhou Yun a bit panicked: "Aren't you waiting for the High Lords' council to end before going to Mars with the Fabricator General? You don't have anything else to do during this time, right?"

Zhou Yun originally intended to visit Jeanne, and then go to the Rogue Trader Representative Kania Danda to get some dorayaki to eat.

In fact, Kania Danda intended to launch "Dorayaki that Saint Doraemon loves to eat" as a product, with raw materials planted by the Custodians in the underground palace, and then sell them at a super high price to those wealthy nobles on Terra, recovering a large amount of resources and holy relics from their hands, and then giving Zhou Yun a large share.

The dignitaries of Terra felt uneasy about the appearance of the Saint Doraemon sect, especially now that Zhou Yun's believers mainly came from the poor, workers, and low-level employees of the lower hive; systematic missionary work had not yet been carried out among the nobles.

The dignitaries were afraid that they would wake up and become heretics; Zhou Yun and Kania Danda intended to use this emotion to sell dorayaki as indulgences, squeezing wealth from the hands of the nobles.

"I'm not a historian; what's the use of finding me?" Zhou Yun asked with his expression twisted into a ball.

"You are not a historian; you are history itself." Guilliman shook his head slightly: "You come from the third millennium before the long years of humanity; history in the third millennium is common sense for you, and you also have a rough understanding of history after the third millennium, and even know many secrets."

"In this era, many people have forgotten what history is; historians are an ancient and strange concept."

"I have selected four people; I need you to teach them, let them understand what history is, and have a rough understanding of the past forty thousand years."

Looking at Zhou Yun who didn't speak, Guilliman revealed an expression with a trace of cunning.

"If you are willing to do me this small favor, I can provide help for your and Kania Danda's dorayaki business."

"Your accounting and management work can all be handed over to me."

"..." Zhou Yun looked at Guilliman for a while, and then...

Rational Faith History Society, on the podium,

Zhou Yun looked at the four official members of the Rational Faith History Society in front of him and the dozen or so auxiliary staff behind them.

And then he looked at the table, at the masterpieces these new historians had completed these days.

"《Lord Guilliman wins fifty times in fifty days, winning and winning again! 》"

Zhou Yun read out the title of their work loudly.

Now he already regretted promising Guilliman to come here.

(End of chapter)