The meeting ended after a short half a day.

Although neither the Supreme Qing nor the Praetorian Guards' mouths stopped for a moment, they did not talk about anything useful.

The meeting is confidential, but there is another party other than the participants who know the content of the meeting before it is made public.

That's the Inquisition.

"Your star sector is simply an example star sector of the empire, and you are a model citizen of the God Emperor, so ......"

"Thank you Pope for the compliment, but we don't have much to talk about the state religion in the Star Sector."

“……”

Inside the courtroom.

Underneath the inscription "Qin Mo has visited here" engraved in ancient Terra script, a group of inquisitors were listening to the contents of the meeting of the High Lords' Council.

As for why the judges could hear it......

Don't ask, asking is the first to cut and then play the palm print of the license.

"They don't seem to talk about anything."

"I think so."

The Inquisitors looked puzzled, they had expected that the High Lords' Council would talk about some sensitive matters in the meeting, but it sounded like nonsense.

Some suspect that it is a code word based on the art of domination.

But soon there were people who denied it.

Because the Tyrone people are not as good as the inquisitors, they are as young as babies when it comes to playing twists and turns.

"Because there's nothing to talk about."

A deep voice came, and all the inquisitors followed the voice, and their expressions became serious.

It was a fellow Inquisitor with no expression on his face and who looked like a robot.

The judges present knew that this colleague was not unkind or unsmiling, but that his face had been tortured before, so he was paralyzed and unable to make any expression.

The old inquisitor was of great stature and handsome appearance.

But in this day and age, tough guys are the most common in the empire.

So the most distinctive thing is his green shoulder armor.

When the old inquisitor walked over, some of the inquisitors of different factions had already gotten up and left to avoid suspicion, but as they left, they all cast mixed glances of respect and suspicion at the senior.

Only a few inquisitors who didn't care about factions remained.

Among them was Chuck, the lord of the lords.

"I ...... I...... You ......"

Chuck stood up and stood up for a long time, his face was extremely excited, as if he had seen an idol.

The visitor nodded to Chuck, then said to the rest, "They didn't talk about anything, because the most important part was not to talk, but to invite the Tyrone to Terra." ”

"Since they said yes and came, that's the most important thing."

"Because this proves that the Empire and the Tyrone Star Sector can communicate, regardless of whether in fact Tyrone is a subordinate of the Empire or not, they are still a member of the Empire on the surface."

"Like the many sectors of the Empire."

"And we can also see the thoughts of the Tyrone people from the side."

"They have no intention of engaging in a civil war between human races."

Hearing the words of the seniors, all the judges present suddenly realized.

Then, the old inquisitor, who was either respected or questioned by Chuck and those present, looked at Chuck.

Chuck stopped hesitating and quickly moved his chair behind the senior and asked him to sit down.

But instead of sitting down, the visitor patted Chuck on the shoulder and begged him, "Can you help me get in touch, I want to meet the Lord of Tyrone." ”

"Of course!" Chuck nodded vigorously.

As the only Inquisitor alive in Tyrone, Chuck has a direct means of communicating with the Praetorian Guards.

Chuck sends a message to the person in charge of intelligence liaison in the Praetorian Guard, explaining the senior's request.

Then the guard asked who it was.

Chuck shuddered and typed his name on the communicator.

"Eisenhorn."

……

Eisenhorn stood in the secret stronghold of Sacred Terra.

In front of the old inquisitor was a static stand, and in that still stood a woman.

The woman looked very beautiful, and she was not as old as Eisenhorn because of her years of being in a delicate position.

Eisenhorn looked at her.

Silently watched.

The Inquisitor, who had been thought dead by the Inquisition, had returned to the Inquisition half a year ago, and he wanted to serve the Regent of the Empire and use his lifespan to fight against the enemies of humanity.

He's a legend, but he doesn't expect much of an effect on himself.

It's just to take out some corrupted heretics, some Chaos Gangs, and provide a little bit of pulling back for humanity as they rush all the way to destruction, and that's it.

"Eisenhorn!"

A call rang out in the shadows behind the Inquisitor.

Then Eisenhorn turned his head and saw a young man slowly emerging from the shadows.

"Lord of Tyrone." Eisenhorn bowed slightly.

The Inquisitor didn't need to salute a Governor of a sector, but Eisenhorn knew that the person in front of him was more than just a Governor or Lord.

Besides, he still has something to ask for.

Qin Mo looked at Eisenhorn, surprised, excited.

He had just complained about why the Praetorian guards hadn't passed on the news of Eisenhorn to him earlier, and then he immediately found Eisenhorn's secret stronghold.

Eisenhorn wondered how Qin Mo found him, in his imagination, he should have been introduced by the guy named Chuck, and then met in the residence arranged by the high lords.

But given the rumors he's heard, Eisenhorn doesn't dwell on it.

"Ling...... You are a legend. Qin Mo said excitedly.

If there were any inquisitors in the court that Qin Mo admired, Eisenhorn was one of them, and the other was a group of inquisitors who could still maintain their sanity in their affairs after having the power of the inquisitor.

Eisenhorn is an undoubted legend.

He cleared the Fallen Inquisitor and smashed the Xenomorph conspiracy beyond the Torch.

He was once judged by the empire to be the enemy of mankind and jointly encircled and suppressed, but he washed away his grievances and found out who was behind the scenes.

He's a walking legend, a walking story.

"You know me?" Eisenhorn was curious, and he could see that the young leader in front of him was very interested in him.

"Yes." Qin Mo nodded in response, and then added in his heart.

Three ...... in Eisenhorn in a tetralogy.

Qin Mo looked at Eisenhorn from top to bottom, and then looked at everything here curiously.

It's empty, there's just a stationary stand, that's all.

When he saw the static position, Qin Mo suddenly became less excited, but became sad.

Lying in the still position was Eisenhorn's lover.

Like the man in front of him, Eisenhorn lost a lot.

Friends, brothers, apprentices, lovers......

The things he cared about, those who cared about him, all left when he grew older and became more legendary, or died, or was not heard from.

(End of chapter)