Wright has met quite a few politicians, not personally, of course, but from election advertisements and current political news. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

How to put it, those people always feel ...... Very ordinary and intellectual, and in a nutshell, the politicians of the Commonwealth, whether in parliament large and small, or officials in government departments, deceive the lack of such a thing as charisma in leadership, not that they are boring, but that their views of political activity are more like that of a research job, and their tone is full of pedantic precision, and they deal with most of the problems more or less the same. And this is what most federal citizens expect from politicians, to be honest, sensible, and open at the same time.

The precise and efficient handling and operation of the federal politicians, coupled with the progressive and mutually restrictive and clear division of labor of the federal political system, makes a single politician or leader almost just a member of the system, and the higher up this point becomes, the more obvious this is, although Wright has only seen holograms of the members of the Supreme Council, but Wright still can't tell how these people are much different from the old engineers who have been sitting in the office for more than a hundred years dealing with the automatic nano production line.

Of course, military and scientists have distinct personalities, especially the latter, who are arguably the most innovative group in society as a whole, and whose constant dynamism seems to be their greatest trait, but they are completely focused on their professional field and have no interest in the rest.

To make a small analogy, the five people on the planetary council on Trim 9, Wright's hometown, are like a delicately designed and accurately assembled quantum computer.

Maybe the result will be very satisfying, and it won't refuse you to look at Ya's running program at all, but put it all together, then that's it, you can't expect any leadership charisma from a computer without intelligence, let alone any soul touch.

But the Governor in front of you, who exudes an extraordinary charm all over her body, and the combination of a friendly attitude and a strong self-confidence so naturally that you will unconsciously want to believe her, but you will never know what she is thinking, and you may never know where her confidence comes from.

"I'm the head of the medical corps," Bull, dressed in a black suit without any decorations, stepped forward and said a simple courtesy, "My colleagues are now very eager to be able to get to work right away. ”

"Don't be in a hurry, Mr. Bull...... Presumably, you may be a little tired along the way, and you can't rush your work, and as a governor, on my planet, it's better to follow my arrangement first. With a tone of non-questioning, Olivia politely declined Bull's request and looked at the rest of the medical team.

"Welcome, then...... Captain Vesuary, bring you in, we still have a lot of work to do. Then Governor Olivia walked into the Governor's Palace, and then, accompanied by the soldiers, into the splendid Governor's Palace.

"Isn't it too pleasant, huh?" Just when Wright was a little unhappy about today's day's arrangement, Burke walked over from the left, "Don't worry, this governor seems to belong to the efficient group, and it will probably not be long before you carry out your medical work...... If nothing else. ”

Wright keenly noticed Burke's last whispered sentence, "Accident? ”

"It's nothing, it's just this kind of vigilance...... I don't think it's going to be a good thing, and of course, it's not too bad. ”

Burke then glanced at the two Imperial Guard soldiers guarding behind them.

"After all, they can still spare the manpower to 'protect' us, can they?" With that, he walked to the Doge's Palace.

"Then Miss Wright, keep up, I guess according to the tradition of the Empire's social circles, you have something to do tonight."

"For example?"

Burke paused, then glanced back at Wright up and down, "Miss Wright, have you danced?" ”

"What?" Wright stared blankly at Burke's scarred face, unable to react to what was going on.

"Ah, I almost know." Burke patted Pylett on the shoulder, "Ask for yourself." ”

Then he turned and continued to climb the steps, leaving only Wright, who still looked unaware.

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Inquisitor Antaris carefully examined the mural in front of him, a white-haired old man, dressed in a magnificent robe with a golden tassel, and although his right eye was a mechanical prosthetic eye, it was surprisingly spiritual.

Beside Antaris was his acolyte, almost all of them the elite of the group of survivors he had brought out of Tantalus V, after all, the acolytes of the Battle Nuns before him were often of little help when they were active.

Master Chief Dejefors, who had served in the 1st Regiment of Tinis, had been clad in mechanical prosthetics, and was now fiddling with the sniper bolt he had just gotten from his arsenal - a thing that could almost collapse half of a mortal's body without modification.

Dressed in black carapace armor, Drohenwal - nicknamed the Black Dog - stood straight in the doorway, his expression unreadable through a gas mask, while across from him, Jackson, a returning Inquisition Stormtrooper, with a hot melt gun, stood in almost the same position, motionless.

The original wanted criminal, who had escaped countless pursuits and had enough crimes to be shot and burned dozens of times, Judge Eumini - whatever his name used to be, that is what he called now - was lazily dozing off on the couch, while on the chair on the ground opposite him, Alice, the former arbitrator of the Justice Department, who had been chasing him all the way, was looking down at the codex she was carrying.

Not far away, there was a man wrapped in a cloak and muttering something, he was Antaris's latest recruit psyker named Victor, but it seemed that his condition had always been a little bad.

A mechanical priest is inspecting the equipment spread out on the ground one by one, and religiously oiling them one by one, the technical priest who was originally a mentor to Antaris, and now he continues to serve Antaris, his name is Nuhi.

Finally, Antaris turned his head to look at the man standing next to him, with long black hair and an elegant appearance, but behind him was a huge piece of mechanical equipment.

She calls herself Tia, a low-level technical priest from the world of Kakab Smithing.

Looking at her barely modified appearance, Antaris was tempted to convince herself of this, but on the other hand, her eyes were almost as cold as steel and a sense of detachment from the high above the Mechonists he had seen of who had lived for centuries.

This made Antaris very uncomfortable, but after the end of Tantalus, Antaris learned a little that superfluous curiosity was pointless, even for the Inquisitor.

After all, no matter what these mechanical octopuses wanted, as long as their interests did not conflict with the Emperor, Antaris didn't care about that.

And this time, Antaris's own mission, at least for now, is in line with the mechanical octopuses.

"Father Tia, how long do we have to wait, the Emperor's time must not be wasted."

"Don't be in a hurry, Your Honor...... Governor Olivia will arrive soon. ”

Then, with a sliding wave, the door slammed open, and everyone in the room took up their weapons, but the visitor walked in, completely ignoring the lethal weapons that could wipe her out in an instant.

"Welcome, Inquisitor, is there anything I can do?" The blond hair and confident smile of the man who walked in were the expressions that Antaris often saw on the faces of these so-called "Emperor's Chosen Ones", as if fate was on his side, an innate pride.

However, Antaris preferred that the governor would understand who represented the dignity of the emperor.

"Of course, Governor Olivia. First of all, regardless of the connection between you and the remnants...... Believe me, I'm not interested in talking to you about this right now, and you'd better hope that the next Inquisitor will be as good as I am. Antaris stood up, ignoring Olivia's expression that was starting to turn serious, and pulled a photo out of his pocket.

Above, there is no doubt that the corner of the nest is the bottom of the nest, dark and dirty.

But that's not the point, the point is that in the lower left corner of the image, there is a blurry shadow that appears to be hanging from the back of several sets of mechanical prosthetic objects, but they are pieced together in a completely distorted manner, with some faint markings on the black robe.

"I hope you can tell me, Your Excellency, what is the matter with this heretic of the Dark Mechanics and the martial law of the world of Lendinium?"

Antaris was satisfied to see that the lightness on Governor Olivia's face had completely vanished, and only seriousness remained.

"That's what I want to say to you, Inquisitor."

"Then it's over." Then, Antaris sat down in a chair: "Although I am in a hurry, I still have this patience for the sake of the empire and the emperor. ”