Galaspa's transformation, and the training of the Death Guards are progressing steadily.

Everyone received the primary administrative training from Fowler, Fowler is really interested in education, probably because he can be recognized for the first time and is willing to let him take care of practical things, Fowler runs quite diligently, and he can even afford to work at high intensity when he is (by) a student crit every day on the Barbarus Star Ring.

It's that the people who have been instilled with wonderful knowledge by Fowler have reshaped their views a bit.

Hades supervised on the sidelines, and the two of them selected good seedlings suitable for administration by the way, represented by Wood, to prepare for further training.

And mortals who are determined to be willing to go to the battlefield will receive training from Hades, Hades applied for off-site assistance this time, and shook the good brothers of the casting department over, responsible for teaching the mortal auxiliaries how to use vehicles and weapons, as well as improving the quality of the battlefield, and the tactical training of command and auxiliary operations was completed by Hades himself.

Garrow and the Grave Keeper are responsible for further character checks and training of the candidate Space Marine.

Well, for now. The teaching should be going well, right?

"That's not right! You're going to have to laugh at that. ”

"He hinted that I gave him some 'favors', and I had to laugh?"

"It's good if I don't give him a shuttle on the spot!"

"Oh, why are you so axial, you don't give him some personal discounts, he turns around and cooperates with other planets, you don't want business, it's like this when you talk about business."

"How can you talk about that?!" "It's all like this, if you don't learn it, you can't learn it, you will change people, you're too axial."

"Alas! Hit someone! Help! Lord Hades! Help me!! ”

Wood was so angry that he was about to throw a punch, Fowler saw that the situation was wrong and immediately slipped away, although Fowler was chubby, and Wood really couldn't catch up with him when he ran for a while.

The entire hall was temporarily divided into two parts, on one side Fowler was giving an intensive class to the administrators, and on the other side, Hades was leading the technical sergeants to familiarize the mortal auxiliaries with various vehicles and weapons, probably because the legion casting department did not communicate with other departments very much on weekdays, and Hades felt that the technical sergeants had a lot of words when communicating with these mortals.

"My lord! Help me! ”

"Stop, stop."

Hades was buzzed by the two of them, but fortunately, the brothers in the foundry department didn't laugh, so they finally gave Hades some face.

He got up from the front of the Greyhound Tank and walked directly in front of the two of them, and under the pressure of Hades' "kind" smile and huge stature, the two of them were instantly quiet like chickens.

Fowler wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, "My lord, he will be beaten if he disagrees, my life is in danger, this is too scary." ”

Ignoring Fowler's miserable sale there, Hades turned to look at Wood,

"What's wrong?"

Wood had a righteous and awe-inspiring face, and stood straight,

"Report to your lordship, I report that everything he teaches is rubbish."

Hades blinked,

"And what do you think you need to learn to become a qualified planetary governor?"

Wood froze for a moment, then spoke unconvinced,

"Manage the people, manage the environment, build factories. Not those, anyway. ”

Hades turned his head to look at Fowler,

"Did you teach the first few things Wood just said?"

"Teach, sir, teach, my first step is to manage administration."

Fowler nodded like garlic.

"Wood, I have to remind you that, in addition to the ones just now, a qualified planetary governor needs to deal with Imperial officials, mechanical sages, and nearby system officials."

"Galaspar is a large production system, which means you have to learn how to get along with them."

"You chose to go to the administrative post, didn't you? And I think you're really the right fit for the job. ”

Wood and Siness, depending on their wishes and abilities, one will be the top administrator, and the other will be the leader of the Mortal Auxiliaries.

Hades thinks that Wood has the guts, the eyesight is good, and the loyalty is enough, and he can directly train and train to become a planetary governor - but unfortunately he has to turn this corner.

Wood swallowed, and Hades felt that he was still a little unwilling.

"My lord, have you ever been in this situation?"

The corners of Hades' mouth twitched.

Can he say that compared with the gang of gods and ghosts in the casting world, most of the mortal officials are playing trivial, but these imperial officials can still see a full face and judge and judge their expressions, most of those oil guys have neither a face nor a bottom line, and it all depends on Hades to judge by experience.

Hades still remembers the unbearable memories of the mechanical sages, and the fragrance of the logic engine wafts through the room.

Hades nodded solemnly,

"Yes, this is the product of the development of some kind of human civilization to a certain extent, although you may not understand it, but in this position of yours, you must learn these 'habits'."

"Wood, I understand your feelings, but you have to learn to deal with this."

Hades is colorful,

"I want you to be a good manager, Wood, and we both know you mean not bad."

Wood was silent, it turned out that even a big man like Hades would encounter such a scene, and he thought that the "Legion" was already the supreme representative.

Hades looked at the silent Wood,

"You're going to have to do things and work with the means you despise, but I know you're going to stick to your bottom line, and that's why I chose you."

"It's not just that you have a drink with the Legion Commander, it depends on my strength."

Hades quipped, and then he noticed that Wood was blushing a little.

It's so unbridled, it's still too thin-skinned, which reminds Hades of the Death Guard recruits who have just joined the legion, although this doesn't prevent them from screwing off the alien's head, but for an executive like Wood, they still have to practice.

In terms of treating people, in the Death Guard Legion, only those old fritters who manage the legion have this skill, and Vaux has not practiced too much, and Hades is a talented person, so it will not be discussed.

Oh, and you can count the sleeping Callas, who is also a typical person who talks about people and talks nonsense.

However, the management of the legion is okay, there is the original body in charge, there is no big problem, the main thing is the construction of the planet in the rear, at least some people must be brought in, don't be fooled by others.

Only when the rear is well fought can the corps be provided with stable logistical support and defensive barriers.

"Seriously, Wood, Fowler has some experience in this."

"Alas, don't worry, my lord, I'll teach Fowler well."

Seeing Hades praising him, Fowler hurriedly flattered, Hades made a look, Fowler began to sing and harmonize with Hades, although the Wood people have the ability there, but he is not deeply involved in the world, where can he withstand the words of the two old fritters, and after a while, he was dizzy and was surrounded by Hades, and began to swear that he would study hard.

Well. When he really finishes his studies, he will realize that what Hades and Fowler said just now is not quite right.

Watching Wood be taken away by a smiling and rampant-looking Fowler, Hades felt guilty that he had dragged a good boy with a good moral bottom line into the water.

Anyway, in this environment, sooner or later, they will become old and oily, and mortals are still better than Space Marines in this regard, and if they can pull one by one, Hades will have to count on them to fight with the imperial officials in the future.

Hades turned his head and continued to teach the mortal auxiliary army how to drive a tank, driving a tank is not as fragrant as abducting a pure and good Garaspa? The faint sense of guilt vanished in an instant.

Yes, yards, late, don't wait.

(End of chapter)