The fleet of the Crimson Forged World slowly entered the harbor, and with the safe arrival of the first guns, the curtain of the second trial was about to open.

Today is the day when Hades goes to check and take away the mortal auxiliaries, who will continue to be trained, whether it is about the use of vehicles or the training of administrative posts.

Hades sincerely hoped that Motarian's training would not turn the gang into mutes, but Motarian just didn't care about it, and he was extremely confident that he didn't care.

Hades was so angry that if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat him physically, he would have cleaned up Motarian.

But before going to meet the mortal auxiliaries, Hades knew he had to meet someone—

The short, bald, middle-aged man shrank in the ranks of the mechanical sage, and one of the scarlet sage's autile limbs strangled the man's arm as if the man was about to pull his leg away in the next second.

"Lord Hades, we brought the person you wanted."

The sage bowed deeply, and the man beside him also bowed numbly, his fat body trying to bend over, which was quite funny.

Hades pulled out a smile,

"Trouble the sage, now I'd like to talk to Fowler alone."

The red light on the sage's face flashed, but he still reluctantly left after bowing again.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, you, those people are so scary."

Fowler expertly took an oily handkerchief from his trouser pocket to wipe his sweat, and nodded as he wiped it.

"The mechanical sages do think differently than ordinary people, and it's hard for you to come here, Fowler."

Hades nodded, this time he called Fowler over to further train those who were about to enter the administrative system, Fowler used to be an administrator in the nest capital, although it seems unreliable, but there is no more suitable person than him at present.

In fact, this greasy middle-aged man with a poopy belly is really quite reliable, and at present, all schools on the star ring are operating normally, and according to the supervision and investigation of the tomb keeper, there have been no unreasonable things, and it can be seen that Fowler is also concerned.

Even though the war was busy and he was overwhelmed with requests from the Casting World, Hades would regularly check the reports on the ring to make sure that Barbarus, the home planet of the Death Guard, was not a moth.

At present, the administrators who support the Barbaros Star Ring are still the ones directly deployed by the emperor at that time, and the main focus is on a small matter, no big things, and in Barbarus, a planet that is not very troublesome, it is also governed.

The administration, which is mainly run by the death guards, is the education, medical and supervision system, one of which was established by Hades leading the pile of crooked melons and cracked dates, and the other was established by Motarian leading the original death guard medical personnel, and the supervision system is directly dispatched by the grave guards.

It turned out that the medical staff who followed Motarian to conquer Barbaros were quite reliable, and after receiving the education of the oil guy, the medical system worked well and there was no personnel gap.

And education on this side. It's better than Hades originally thought, at least there are more literate and numeracy people, although after the school's training, the physical fitness of these students has improved significantly faster than their IQ.

Seeing Hades pondering, Fowler took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat again,

"My lord. What are you calling the villain over this time? ”

"Training."

Hades said in deep thought, then he got up, "Let's go, I'll take you to see your group of students, and you're going to let them learn the most basic administrative skills." ”

Seeing Hades get up, Fowler hurried to follow,

"My lord, I don't have the ability."

"Then you recommend a more suitable one."

Fowler shut up, realizing that the adult seemed to be preoccupied, but Hades was only worried about the quality of Motarian's teaching.

Fowler swore he didn't want to take such a student, Emperor, he thought his previous life was miserable enough, he was hit by students running around in the corridor and almost broke his bones, and then he was tried to poison by the little cubs to test his resistance to toxicity, Fowler thought he was exhausted, but now he knew that suffering was endless.

The Legionnaire's speech continued, and in the training hall, Hades and Fowler stood in an inconspicuous corner, and Fowler watched the "students" who stood solemnly and with murderous faces fall into a stage of doubt.

How can there be an executive with a murderous face and a look of death?!

Fowler obviously felt the low pressure emanating from Hades, but he still quietly dodged behind Hades, the murderous aura was too solemn for Fowler to adapt to this atmosphere.

Hades looked at the crowd, nice, qualified fighters, serious, and looked at death as if they were home.

But. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like an administrator.

Middle- and lower-level executives only need to jot down forms or something, and high-level executives must have a keen eye and political insight, as well. The kind of shrewdness and slickness that characterizes an executive.

That's why Hades called Fowler, he's the best person Hades can find at the moment.

But looking at this group of people who were so serious that they couldn't make a single sound with three sticks, Hades was heartbroken, Motarian, I thank you.

Ignoring the two of them exuding negative energy in the corner, Motarian's speech on the high platform continued, and after that, except for those who were re-selected and passed the interstellar marine's surgery, others would no longer be directly managed by Motarian.

The faint arc of light reflected from the dim armor, and Motarian did not light the incense burner, which made the body of the Lord of Death more clear and massive, and opposite Mortarian was the Galaspa who stood silently.

"I'm glad I trained you guys, it reminds me of my time at Barbarooth, it was hard to train, but people supported each other and looked forward to the future."

In his previous training, Motarian was amazed by the tenacity of these people, who had been unexpectedly endured by the high-pressure environment of the past, who were extremely resistant and dull to the harsh environment, and who had crawled out of hell without caring about the filthy world.

"You, Garaspas, have proved to me your tenacity, and therefore I declare that the gates of the Death Guard are open to you."

"The Death Guard accepts you to contribute to its death."

Motarian was silent, he turned sideways, and let the servant with two glasses of wine in his hand step forward, the depressed wine emitted a pungent fishy smell, Hades in the shadows frowned unconsciously, it was Motarian's own poisonous wine, and it could be seen that the cup for mortals was diluted.

Hades suspected that Motarian himself wanted to drink, but Motarian seemed to glance at him.

[Wait and see.] 】

Motarian's words suddenly sounded in the private channel, and Hades was in a fog and decided to see what Motarian was going to do.

"Now, one of you will share the wine with me."

"I, Motarian, Lord of Death, Lord of the Pales, have made a pact with the Garaspas against death,"

"This is a highly poisonous liquor, and the person who drinks it is likely to die, but if it dies, it means that the contract is broken."

Motarian turned sideways, patiently waiting for the brave man, the crowd was in a commotion, Motarian saw that Sinis hesitated, but a tall man in the prime of life stepped forward before her and hurried up to the high platform.

His hair was short, a scar was split from his mouth, and his blue eyes were wolf-like.

Motarian raised an eyebrow,

"I don't think you're here for the Space Marine tryout."

"Yes, my lord, I'm here to participate in the auxiliary army selection."

The man said neither humbly nor arrogantly,

"Your name, or number."

Motarian picked up two glasses of wine and handed the smaller one to the man.

"They all call me Wood."

"Very well, carpenter, now let's take the oath."

Motarian took off the gas mask first, raised his glass, and drank it all, the poisoned wine burned along the esophagus of the original body, and the toxin combined with the high concentration of the liquor, which made Motarian feel slightly dizzy.

"Please." Motarian hissed,

Wood took a deep breath and raised his glass as if he were dead, swallowing the bitter wine, sweat dripping from his skin, blood buzzing, the venom roaring inside him, and he felt his internal organs burn.

Everyone could see that Wood was not in the right state, the otherwise silent crowd became nervous, which greatly weakened the seriousness, Hades could hear the collective acceleration of the crowd's heartbeat, someone was trying to walk forward to see what was going on with Wood, and Motarian acquiesced in their actions.

The people here are the best of the best of Galaspa's, and under Motarian's intentional guidance, they have developed a sense of honor and urgency that they can represent Galaspa.

If they fell, these adults would be dissatisfied with Garaspa, right?

Finally, Wood put down his glass abruptly, and stood on the stage with a slight unsteadiness in his breath, and he was paralyzed by the poisoned wine, holding up the empty glass and showing it to everyone—

He did it!

The crowd erupted in a huge cheer, applause, whistles, people hugged each other in celebration, and the atmosphere that had just been suppressed was swept away.

"Thank you, sir."

"This is the respect you Galaspans have earned yourself."

Mortarian patted Wood and motioned for the crowd to take him down, and the original watched with interest as the men ran over to welcome their hero, and Motarian, who had drunk poisoned alcohol, was extremely tolerant.

Wood staggered through the crowd and then lifted up and around as little girls tried to carve bullet casings with their names engraved on them.

[Okay, they're all talking.] 】

Motarian's voice sounded on the private channel, quite ostentatious.

[Listen to their cheers and applause, Hades, you can't say they can't speak.] 】

How did you do that? 】

Motarian listened to Hades' surprise with satisfaction, and he won the match.

[That's it.] 】

[These people who have been in a high-pressure environment will adapt to it on their own.] 】

After Garaspa, Mortarian revisited the social environment of the Barbaros Ring, and was shocked to find that the Barbaros were not as serious and silent as the Legion.

[I added something similar to a dueling cage in their free time, and I also gave a prize some of the supplies I captured from Galaspa's nest. 】

And they grew naturally. 】

Hades opened his mouth,

[I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it. 】

[There are many things that you didn't think of. 】

Motarian's mocking voice rang out,

[Now that they're qualified with me, go and choose your talker.] 】

Motarian unhurriedly put on his breathing mask, and the good-spirited primordial raised his scythe and struck the ground a few times, and the dull echo instantly entered everyone's ears, and the crowd fell silent.

"Free for an hour, and then someone else will be in charge of you."

"Your next instructor and selection officer—"

"Commander Hades, come here!"

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