Lucretius Corvo picked up a stack of papers and placed it on the other end of the table.

Then, he took a deep, deep breath.

The air didn't smell sour, just a slight smell of disinfectant. And this was completely within Lucretius's range, and he even liked the air with the smell of disinfectant water a little.

The long stone table was already filled with such bound piles of papers, each stack containing a hundred, almost indistinguishable from a heavy book, each containing precious data and information.

These are the successes of their efforts, and the five hundred Ultramarines have not slackened in the slightest these days. They didn't just build civil engineering and plan schools, they even accomplished something that no one had ever thought of on Nostramo.

They did a census.

The result was far beyond anyone's expectations - after several successive purges, there were 23,233,681 people still alive.

Considering the harsh conditions and difficulty of living in the civilian population, this number is simply unbelievable. However, for the 500 Ultramarines who have accumulated a lot of experience, this number makes them keenly aware of more things that can be done.

The natural environment of Nostramo is very bad, if not close to nothing, but it is a mining world, which means that there is absolutely no shortage of jobs for civilians.

Moreover, since it mainly produces pure gold, a mineral that is completely precious and irreplaceable, the welfare benefits available to the workers are also excellent. As a result, as expected by the Ultramarines, the enthusiasm of the people of Nostramo was quickly ignited.

While the nobles and gangs were either dead or imprisoned awaiting trial, the Nostramo people finally left behind the two mountains that had been weighing on their heads and began to work on their own.

Although there are still many people who believe that the Ultramarines, auxiliaries, officials, and even the Mecha are actually another group of nobles, Lucretius believes that in just a few years, as long as the newborn is born, the situation will improve immediately.

What you experience in your childhood can completely change a person, and the Ultramarines are currently compiling textbooks.

They did not follow the Macurag convention, such as teaching mathematics first, then art, literature, theology, philosophy, and three physical education classes in their spare time

Lucretius was well aware that it was important to adapt to local conditions.

And while Nostramo is a remote planet located in the Ghoul Star Zone, it even has such valuable mineral reserves. As a result, only fourteen courses are currently offered in the entire Nostramo.

Firearms use, repair and maintenance, hand-to-hand combat, field medicine, mineral identification, mechanics and carpentry

Some of these lessons have been introduced to the entire planet, such as Low Gothic, or Nostramo spelling—in addition to these, there are also things like common sense of life.

Lucretius himself compiled a booklet called Common Sense, which took less than five days to compile and was rolled out to the whole of Nostramo within two weeks.

In addition to telling civilians some common sense of life that they should know, there are a few other things in this booklet.

For example, if you are in trouble, you can ask for help from the guards patrolling nearby, try to avoid bloodshed if you have a conflict with each other, otherwise you will be punished by the law, and most importantly, the savior of Nostramo.

Lucretius solemnly wrote about Conrad Coetzes and the Eighth Legion, after all, he was an extreme soldier and knew all too well what this subtle propaganda could do in people's daily lives.

Moreover, he was well aware of the fact that Nostramo would definitely become a recruiting ground for the Eighth Army in the future.

You can guess it from the lessons he and the other Ultramarines run. Of course, Lucretius didn't know if he would be thanked for doing so, he just did the job in the style of an 'Ultramarine', and that's it.

It is worth mentioning that all of the above things were done by a bureaucratic system of thousands of people led by 500 Ultramarines in just one year.

It's an exaggerated achievement, but, in Lucretieu Corvo's opinion, it's just a matter of the ordinary - that's what we Ultramarines do.

And now. Then it's time to accept the results of the work.

He straightened his uniform, pushed open the office door, and walked out.

The makeshift office made of composite materials from Makullag is not only a modular design that is easy to install and dismantle, but it also has good sound insulation, so good that he can even come out and hear the cold wind howling outside.

It's winter in Nostramo, and the already hostile environment is even worse - while the mechanic priests are trying to improve it, the cold of Nostramo doesn't seem to have much to do with the weather.

It's usually cold, but in the winter it's surprisingly cold. In the past, many people froze to death on Nostramo at this time of year, not only civilians, but also gangs.

And this year, Lucretius wants no one to die, and he has put a lot of effort into it.

He began to walk, and in a few minutes walked from his makeshift office to the door of a mine. This is the third mine in the nest of Quintus, located in the original old town.

The dilapidated ghost town that used to have no light to speak of has now changed its appearance, with many tall buildings rising out of thin air, almost giving people the feeling of being in a different world.

The buildings that had fallen into disrepair were defenseless in the face of some of the construction machines provided by the mechanics of the Cult of Machinery, and the few that could resist were simply blown up by the Ultramarines with explosives. After the re-laying of the foundations, a large living area was planned around the third mine.

It's a living quarters for workers and a place for them to recreation – though, there may be only one place for recreation at the moment.

A large communal bath.

Well. Yes, the baths.

Lucretius didn't think there was anything wrong with it - he had personally supervised the construction of the baths, there were no problems with the quality, there was nothing 'macurag' in every way, and he left a considerable amount of room for later generations to add their own designs.

As for why the baths were set up

Well, Lucretius argues, this is also very necessary.

Today, the working conditions of miners are a hundred times better, such as protective clothing, three meals a day, and warm clothes, but this does not hide the core essence of their work.

The job of a miner is not only dangerous, but also very hard. It's not just physically demanding, it's also a mental test

Therefore, after much consideration, this bath was born.

A warm shower at the end of work will undoubtedly help you get the most out of fatigue and get home a good night's sleep. Lucretius Corvo intends to see how effective it will be, and then see if it will be applied to the whole of Nostramo, depending on the situation.

Lucretius hoped it would have the desired effect—the Nostramo had suffered terrible misfortunes in the past, and now they deserved to be more human.

After all, to be human, you have to look at least a human being.

The Ultramarines sighed and walked into the mines. Without stopping, he made his way to the office of the mine director, a middle-aged man of Terra descent from the Nightfall. He has a two-handed, mustache, and is usually in good spirits and very serious.

Lucretius knocked twice on the door, and after obtaining permission, he entered the room, and the first thing he saw was the director of the mine, who had put on a pair of glasses at some point, and was now immersed in writing, while a servant in a red robe stood by his desk.

"Director Hadali." Lucretius Corvo whispered in greeting. "How's the mine doing this month?"

The man known as Haddali looked up, his mustache still neatly trimmed, but the eyes behind his glasses looked haggard—he looked at Lucretius Corvo in a trance, and it took him a few seconds to realize who was asking him.

"Ah, Lord Corvo," the officer greeted him, standing up wearily.

"The mine has harvested 31,000 tons of pure gold this month, and there are some other minerals like coal or iron ore that I am counting. Also, please don't worry too much about my image. The workers were so enthusiastic that they asked to start work at 5 a.m. every day, and I had to scale back and adjust my sleep schedule to accommodate their request."

Luklai looked away without a trace, and coughed lightly, "You can apply for a vacation, Director Hadali, at least I can take your shift today." ”

"Still no, my lord," the middle-aged man sat down tiredly. "After all, you are all very busy, I just hope that the next batch of logistics supply fleets will come soon, our team of only more than a thousand people is really weak."

The Ultramarines opened their mouths and wanted to say something, but they couldn't say anything.

He had just discovered a problem, although the extreme fighters didn't feel anything during this time, and even felt that the intensity of their work was not high enough, but for ordinary officials, this kind of work intensity seemed to be a bit too much

He stood there awkwardly, and for a moment regretted that he had come to visit the mine director today. Fortunately, the embarrassment didn't last long. An improvised communication system pinned to his collar saved him.

"Sir." An Ultramariner said to him in the communication channel. "Please make a trip to the tarmac of Quintus, the Eighth Legion—no, the brothers of the Midnight Blade and Master Conrad Coz have returned, bringing news of our primordial body."

"I'll be there shortly." Lucretius said.

He immediately left the office.

There is also a chapter, or two.

(End of chapter)