Chapter 2268 Tirian's Invitation
After leaving the palace, Soshyan did not return to orbit immediately because he received a mysterious invitation.
Considering the other party's help to him in Terra, Soshyan did not refuse, so he rarely changed into silver-gray regular clothes and went to the other party's mansion.
As the sun set, the golden afterglow reflected the mist-filled trees. Tyrion sat in a garden filled with colorful flowers, a thick gold chain being twisted around in his fat hands. There were many precious alien gems strung on the chain, sparkling in the setting sun. The fat body on the thick marble seat changed posture uneasily, and his eyes looked around, as if searching for hidden enemies. He was surrounded by a He circled a small tree that grew tall and thin, and its branches and leaves overlapped with each other, providing a thick shade above his head.
In Terra, this garden alone may be worth more than an entire galaxy in a remote area of the Milky Way.
Amidst the chirping of insects and birds, the sound of water flowing like silver bells came from a fountain not far away. There are many invisible fountains in other places in this large garden. They sing an eternal song in a low voice day and night. symphony.
But Tyrion is not alone. Behind him is a tall and beautiful woman with healthy wheat-colored skin. She has beautiful long wavy black hair that hangs down from her left shoulder. All the way up to Tyrion's shoulders, she wore a sexy deep V high-cut dress, revealing a large area of chest skin and half of her peak. The translucent crystal stilettos made the curves of her already slender legs more perfect. The skirt The slit almost reaches the crotch, and the two black ties at the base of the rounded thighs are vaguely visible, which makes people think a lot.
"You value him very much. I have never seen you care so much about whether a person is late."
On the side of Anna Murza Jack, Tireen's work assistant and life secretary He teased softly, holding his hair in his hand and teasing it in Tirian's ear.
"The high lords will know that he is here."
"That's no problem."
Tirion's fat face forced a smile.
“I didn’t intend to hide it from anyone.”
“Why, do you still want them to become the second Minotaur?”
“You still want to Not to mention, a big reason why the old stubborn Itu Hamotarion is so arrogant is that he is the only one among the high lords who can truly control an Astartes battle group. Guterra has As the old saying goes, political power comes from the barrel of a gun. Although most of Terra's weapons of war are words and conspiracy, violence can always play a key role. This is why everyone is so afraid of the Assassin's Court even more than the Inquisition. The reason is that the power of the Tribunal still comes from power, while the power of the Assassin Court comes from their violence.”
"But the Astral Knights and the Minotaur are different."
"I didn't say there was any similarity between the two."
At this moment, there was a sound from the treetops nearby. The bell rang, Tirian's eyes flashed, and Anna Murza Jack behind him immediately stood up straight, changing from a charming little devil to a dignified lady.
Soon, Soshyan, who was wearing regular clothes, came from a distant path under the guidance of his attendants.
Tirion then stood up and opened his arms.
"Oh, welcome, our imperial hero, Chapter Commander Soshiyang, your arrival will make this humble house shine."
Wearing regular clothes, Soshiyang did not feel as strong a sense of oppression as when he was wearing armor. But in front of Tyrion, he was still a towering giant, and he nodded with a smile.
"It is a great honor to be invited by you, Prime Minister."
Tirion turned around and looked at the secretary.
"Anna, go see how they are preparing." "Yes."
After the secretary left, Tireen looked at Soshyan.
"Chapter Commander, there is still a little time before dinner starts, would you like to enjoy my private garden?"
Soshiyang smiled and nodded, with a very good attitude. humble.
“What an honor.”
Then the two of them walked along the tree-lined paths. Although the difference in size was so huge, Tirian did not look humble or small. The magnanimity of the superior was clearly revealed in his behavior. It was obvious that he was very good at fighting with powerful people. Dealing with warriors, like Soshyan.
“Sometimes I envy the life with war as the main theme. To tell you the truth, I have also undergone arduous training and almost became the same person as you. If I had really become an Imperial Fist Or is a member of a certain war group able to walk side by side with you now?"
When he walked to a statue of a Space Marine, Tirian stopped and sighed softly.
“Instead of struggling with those endless paperwork and reports every day like now, as if the work in front of you may never be finished.”
Soshiyang replied with a smile. Road:
"I almost became an imperial public official like you. If I was not selected, maybe this was fate or the emperor's arrangement."
As he spoke, he looked up at the distant spire of the palace.
“After coming to Terra, I found that there is not much difference between the two. We fight in the galaxy, and you fight in the palace. I really don’t know which one of us has the job. It’s worse.”
“It’s definitely worse here”
Tirion said the answer with a smile.
"After all, here, even statues have to learn to tread two boats. Trust is a thing more precious than the emperor's handwritten letter, and you can at least trust your warriors and brothers wholeheartedly."
"It does sound like it."
The smile on Soshiyang's face disappeared and was replaced by a thoughtful expression.
“But this may be more of a fantasy. You may not be able to imagine the real battlefield. No disrespect, Prime Minister, but I have seen things that no normal person should see. I have seen The most steadfast and loyal Astartes were defeated by their enemies. They had also seen the corruption and betrayal of the Astartes. Most people in the Empire did not believe that would happen, but I saw it with my own eyes. I have also seen it. It is a terrifying power, a terrifying evil hidden in the subspace. Its power is difficult for any real weapon to resist."
Tirion turned his head and saw Soshyan's gaze like steel. So firm, then nodded.
"It is indeed terrible, but if I have the choice, I will not hesitate to follow a great warrior like you into the battlefield. This is always more meaningful than dying in bed in despair or a political murder. What the Astartes have Power has always made me envious."
"Prime Minister Tyrion, although you are not a high lord, you are the essential lubricant for the operation of this ancient machine of the empire. Without you, that is. What we can't afford, your power is what we can't match."
"Haha, you are joking, I am not a soldier, nor a general, nor a fleet commander, my power is just that. From the Imperial Code, like the rest of my colleagues, is protected by the words written on the parchment that gives me my status and defines it. Without this parchment, even the most ordinary wandering of the hive city The attacker can kill me without any scruples and take away the jewels in my hand and exchange them for weapons, and no one will stand up to help me. People in this galaxy only recognize power. This was the case in the past and it is still the case now. It’s always been like this.”
(End of this chapter)