After finishing the meal, the two of them immediately went to what Tyrion said was the safest and most secret living room in the empire besides the emperor's forbidden palace.
The door of the living room opened, and a faint scent of incense came to the face. Tirian's female secretary had already lit the incense burner inside, and then left.
This is a very unique living room. It is not overly gorgeous and vulgar, but looks elegant and noble. There are large and small bookcases lined up along the wall, displaying historical relics and books from various centuries. , there is an antique mahogany table against the corner, filled with various rare treasures. The first thing that catches the eye is a shining golden birdcage, with a colorful bird inside. When it is shaken gently, the delicate bell on it will make a crisp sound.
On the other side of the table, there is a white porcelain deer, looking at everything in the living room with smiling eyes, and next to the deer, a graceful sculpture of a girl, on the ceiling of the living room, There is an antique chandelier hanging. The crystal clear crystal makes people guess which era it belongs to. The copper-gray color at the bottom of the lamp looks particularly bright under the light of the lamp.
The walls around the living room are covered with ancient oil paintings, wall hangings and sculptures. At one end of the living room is a unique single chair with animal head carvings on the armrests and the back of the chair. It gives people a sense of majesty.
".I have spent eighty years building this place. Every object here is the oldest and most exquisite. Sometimes, even if I am in a bad mood, I still like to stay in this room. Every high lord has My own palace and the spire of the Senate are also the most magnificent buildings in the entire galaxy. I still prefer this oasis that belongs to me."
As he spoke, he pointed to a huge celadon vase.
“This is said to be from the collection of the former imperial prime minister Malcador. It escaped from the palace during the great rebellion. It was found by me after being circulated for tens of thousands of years. Based on the inspection of some scholars and the detection of machines, I can infer its history. It can be traced back to the first thousand years of human beings.”
Soshiyang nodded slightly.
“Cultural relics are witnesses of history.”
"Not only that, every time I sit here, I will realize that humans are not just violence and anger, we are also an ancient race with excellent taste, we have wisdom and interest, and we will stand firm in the universe. If All that's left of our race is war, so what's the difference between us and the greenskins?"
Then he pointed to a sandstone fireplace.
“It belongs to the period of the pre-French Federation, dating back more than 12,000 years. It is a priceless treasure in a literal sense, because the emperor once swore an oath with the leaders of the Federation in front of this fireplace. If it is placed outside, most people will just regard it as a useless stone, smash it or throw it away. However, this is the terrible situation our race is currently facing."
Then the two of them went to find it. Sitting down in a suitable place, Soshyan chose a huge stone chair, and Tireen chose a sofa. It was not that he was disrespectful to cultural relics, but it was the only thing here that suited his body type.
“This is the chair that the Primarch Dorn sat on when he directed the defense of Terra in the fortress. As a result, it was shoveled away as rubbish when the Bone Pillar Fortress was cleaned up after the war. When it was found, it had already He was regarded as a mutant tribe in the deepest underground."
Tyrion stopped what he said in time, but looking at his slightly embarrassed expression, Soshyan probably guessed that the size of this chair for a mortal would only be useful for-
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"Originally I wanted to return the Imperial Fists, but considering that it might cause some excessive reactions, I didn't do so." "Understandable."
< br>After a short silence, Tyrion said slowly:
"The empire needs heroes more than ever, but heroes also mean doing things that ordinary people can't do, which means they have to get rid of many constraints. Chapter Commander Soshiyan, if. If one day, you need to stand up and become the true Hero, are you willing to get rid of those constraints?"
Soshiyang replied calmly:
"It depends on the specific situation."
" In recent years, I have been collecting specific situations in various war zones. Among the many chaotic fronts, I found that the number of heretical activities in the Obscurity Star Territory has been more than twice as active as in the previous century, and there have been many incidents near the Cadian Star Territory. The number of space junks is five times that of the previous century! Although these seem to have been disposed of in the end, judging from the general rules, these are by no means accidental."
"You mean. The enemy, or maybe the Black Legion will take action?”
"The Great Predator has always been on the move, but don't laugh at me when I say it. I always have some bad intuitions and premonitions. The Eye of Terror, a place where the empire is strictly guarded, may have problems. Although in ten years I tried my best to get the Ministry of War and the Navy to add fifty regiments and two strike fleets in the direction of Cadian, but is this enough? I often ask myself at night, are these arrangements really enough? Can we really survive the last thirty years of the forty-one thousand years? What about the next forty-two thousand years? As you said before, the empire is already a disabled old man. Maybe we can continue to make up for it for another thousand years, but what happens next?”
After thinking for a moment, Soshyan looked at Tirian and asked very straightforwardly:
"Do you want to carry out a reform?"
Tyrion shook his head.
"Reform? No, I have lived for two hundred years. This is the harvest of my daily care and pampering, but I do not plan to use life extension technology. My life will soon come to an end. In this sense, I am one of the mortals closest to the throne on the physical level, but I am not sure whether His Majesty the Emperor, my bloated and incompetent soul, would appreciate it. Maybe before I die, I can do one last thing that is in line with my responsibilities. If so, , the ten thousand years since the Great Rebellion have proven the limits of mortal rule, so does that mean we have to find a new path? I don’t know what this path will look like, but I know that the empire does need to change. ”
Soshyan stared at the bloated man stuck in the sofa with mixed emotions.
The other party behaved unusually bravely. He would have known that saying this in front of an Astartes would be quite dangerous, not to mention that the two of them are not that familiar. Either the other party has absolute confidence, or he is The other party thinks he knows Soshyan well enough to know that he can listen to this, but no matter what aspect he considers, he must have enough courage just to speak.
A seemingly weak mortal can make such a courageous decision, what about him? Has he been acting too hesitant?
"Chapter Master Soshyan, you are the hope I see, a hope for change. The era of the Primarch has passed, but we do not lack people better than them. I will help you. , in politics and in many places, to put it bluntly, we can form an alliance that is beneficial to both sides.”
The Imperial Chancellor extended an olive branch to himself, which sounds good, but in fact it is. A very dangerous thing.
"Astartes."
Soshyan paused, and then said slowly:
"You cannot interfere in imperial politics. This is not only a requirement of the Holy Code, but also an Astartes requirement. Principles and ethics that Start should have”