Chapter 510 Whispers on the High Wall
Although the Senate has various concerns about the Tribunal, due to the special structure of the Tribunal - there is no subordinate relationship between the judges, they feel a little more at ease, and everyone can live in peace. Nothing happened till now.
Similarly, the days in the Terra Palace have become boring, except for those things day after day.
For example, all members of the Senate sought blessings or prayed before taking their seats, so that the will of the God Emperor could guide their thinking and wisdom.
Some people, such as the Navy's top admiral, Mereda Perez, will put on full formal uniforms and perform with great fanfare, usually in the chapel of a battleship in orbit.
The same was true for the state pope, Eos Litra, who was leading a large group of priests in robes and golden helmets into the circular church under the hemispherical wall.
Cleopatra was wearing a monotonous black uniform, choosing not to put on a show.
The chapel he was going to was used by the servants in the palace for daily prayers. It was not a very exposed place, just a dull room with simple facilities.
The Grand Inquisitor knew that using it made him appear dutiful, temperate and very humble, making him appear to have more admirable spiritual beliefs than the Lords who used their prayers for show - Representatives The attitude is simple and not arrogant.
Again, it makes him look believable and noble, makes him seem kind.
He liked the feeling of having his rival spies see this.
He knew that being so impeccably consistent would make them feel less troubled.
The truth is that Cleopatra was probably more aware of how she looked than anyone else at any time, and what his image revealed about him, because his actions were Displayed publicly to gain public support.
In the past, his actions were only carried out in secret, but in Holy Terra, he must expose his actions to the sun - as much as possible.
Because this is a more complex battlefield, not only enemies, but also allies and neutrals.
He performed for his opponents and performed for his allies, showing what he wanted to show them.
What will they see of him heading to the meeting?
A middle-aged man of medium height and build, wearing black clothes and with greasy black hair in a clerk-like style?
His skin looks pale because he has been in the palace without seeing the sun for many years, and he rarely has any noticeable physical signs, except for his dark eyes with high interpupillary distance and the small spot on the left side of his face. A valley-like scar extending from the mouth to the chin.
Cleopatra never wanted to talk about this scar. The only thing she wanted to say was that it happened when he was a young man, when he was a trainee judge.
And he regretted it very much, not only for this scar, but also for the only failure in his life.
"Good day, sir."
He greeted a tall being beside him as he walked out of the chapel and continued towards the main hall.
Then the Emperor's Fist, wearing shining and perfect armor, slowly turned around and nodded slightly to the Grand Inquisitor.
“Good day, Judge.”
The Space Marine's voice surged out of the helmet speakers like the low roar of a volcano as he towered over the mortal heads, an ornamented spear in his left fist and a prayer-engraved shield in his right.
Cleopatra often felt pity for the wall brothers of the Seventh Legion.
They are renowned for being the most exceptional, the best and most capable of their Chapter, but for ceremony, ceremony and honor, they are destined to remain here and serve for life.
They are the best of the best, each guarding the palace walls that the Imperial Fists have always defended, wasting their huge potential here, and there will be almost no war in the galaxy. This place is a waste of time.
They don't even have names, just the names of the walls they patrol, patrolling day after day and night after night in perfectly lacquered armor.
"Maybe I'm late?"
The Grand Inquisitor said with a smile.
"You have four minutes and thirteen seconds, sir."
The Space Marine replied calmly.
"But I suggest you go through the Gilded Walk and go through Gate Six."
"Because they won't hold meetings in the hall?" The Space Marine nodded.
“Yes, sir.”
“They are always like this.”
Cleopatra couldn’t help complaining:< br>
"I don't think this is appropriate. The main hall is good enough. It was built for our parliament."
Since the completion of the palace, the main hall has been the seat of Terra's power.
It was an awe-inspiring place, a veritable arena. In the center of the hall was the central podium, the seat of the high lord, followed by multiple floors prepared for low-level officials, lords and low-level public officials. seat.
If every seat is filled, it can accommodate 500,000 people.
It was damaged during the Siege of Terra, but was later restored and a tall statue of Rogal Dorn erected at the east end to commemorate the Primarch of the Imperial Fists' presence on Terra The superhuman efforts he made in the defense and the extraordinary battle he fought in the corridor outside.
But it was not Dorn's decision to erect the statue; it was his brother Guilliman who ordered it built.
"In our darkest hour, my brother guarded the palace, and he should always guard the Parliament."
But after the age of apostasy ended, the elders of the empire changed Their venue, in addition to holding plenary meetings.
They think the main hall is too big. Many people say the main hall is too noisy and too formal.
Closed meetings are more popular. They are held in smaller conference rooms and appear more intimate and direct.
The most popular is where Cleopatra is going now, a rather small wood-paneled room near the top of the counterclockwise tower. It is said that the emperor preferred to use rooms in this tower for meditation and mindfulness.
Cleopatra knew exactly why they did this.
Suddenly, the Inquisitor stopped and looked up at the cold and elusive eyepiece of the Space Marine. The light reflected behind the optical lens was like burning coal.
"Perhaps you have heard? The topic of this discussion is your close blood relatives, a sub-group that separated thousands of years ago, the Astral Knights."
"Yes, Mr. ”
The Emperor's Fist still answered in an unhurried tone.
"They did a great job. They defeated the pirate king with so few warriors. I can't imagine what a miraculous battle it was."
"I am proud of our brothers."
"But some people believe that they have secretly formed an alliance, a Brotherhood of Astartes that should not exist. This is already an act that exceeds the rules. What do you think? ”
“I will only stick to the responsibilities I have been given and will do it wholeheartedly.”
Cleopatra's words were certainly not chatting, and in fact the other party was not chatting with her.
Their meeting was no accident, and almost nothing on Terra is accidental.
He is testing the Imperial Fist's attitude towards this, and so is the other party, and what he said today should be spread to the mountain formation soon.
Obviously, the Imperial Fists hope to hold up a protective umbrella for this sub-group this time, and judging from the previous battle records of the Astral Knights, as a chapter that was almost destroyed, it actually used suicide This type of attack defeated an imperial enemy. This kind of battle example can easily win the support of the imperial military circles.
At least the new commander-in-chief of the Astra Militarum, Maul A. Sariel, has publicly stated that such victories should be rewarded instead of dwelling on side issues.
Thinking of this, Cleopatra nodded, turned around, and walked into the dark corridor.
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(End of this chapter)