Wander!blue star

"Hmm -" Guilliman pursed his lips forcefully.

It was really hard for him to imagine the Moon Wolves who were howling and slashing the aliens on the battlefield, wearing civil servant uniforms and sitting in the office drinking tea and reading documents.

"Excuse me for being rude." Guilliman still couldn't hold back what he was saying. He said sincerely, "You are all the best warriors in the Empire. You are huddled in the Ministry of Administrative Affairs doing things that mortals can do. It’s really a waste of talent.”

The Astartes should do things that only the Astartes can do, such as chase aliens around the galaxy and expand territory for the Empire of Man.

Although dealing with government affairs is also very important, mortals can do it very well, so why take up the precious time of the Astartes?
  Even if the Astartes are replaced by Astartes who are loyal to the Empire and the original body, it will only reduce some corruption and make politics clearer, but the ballast stone to ensure the stability of the Empire will always be force.

Guilliman could imagine that even the Moon Wolves with superb combat skills might turn into a group of soft-legged shrimps who could no longer go on the battlefield after spending too much time in the Ministry of Government.

Horus is confused!

"Alas." Abaddon sighed.

He didn't say anything, but it seemed like he said everything.

"I will go see my brother now, and I will say a few words to you then." Guilliman promised solemnly.

Logically speaking, the first thing the primarch did after returning to Terra was not to meet anyone, but to take a bath to relieve the fatigue caused by the long voyage so that he could communicate better in the future.

However, Horus seemed to be looking for him in an urgent matter, and he was also anxious to see Horus.

After all, they had chopped off alien heads on the battlefield together, so the red tape was simply avoided. He didn't even plan to change his power armor.

"Thank you." Abaddon replied briefly. He paused and said, "I still have a lot of work to deal with. Please excuse me. The joints along the way have been opened. You can drive the spacecraft directly into the Ministry of Government Affairs."

Guilliman nodded slightly: "I understand, go and do your work."

Beep - the projection disappears.

Guilliman showed a sigh of relief: "It seems that even Horus cannot handle the government affairs of the empire properly."

He knew Horus, and he believed that it was not that Horus didn't know where the Luna Wolf should go, but that Horus really needed the Luna Wolf's help to trick the Imperial Ministry of Administrative Affairs, so he had to take this strategy.

Government affairs
  Guilliman is one of the few Primarchs who is proficient in politics. He knows the importance of government affairs to a country and how much effort it takes to handle government affairs well.

The Human Empire is the largest political power in the entire galaxy, with countless planets under its control.

Although Guilliman had never had an in-depth understanding of the Imperial Government Department, he could guess how busy the Empire's Government Affairs Department was, and he would not be surprised if people died of exhaustion every day.

"Horus called me here, doesn't he want me to help him?" Guilliman had an idea.

Of all the Primarchs, he was the only one with experience in government affairs.

Because his adoptive father was a planetary archon, he had been influenced by political affairs since he was a child. Before being restored to the Empire by the Emperor, he had taken over his adoptive father's duties and ruled Macragge for a long time.

"It's not impossible, but I won't stay in Terra for a long time. The environment here is too bad." Guilliman murmured.

He was willing to provide Horus with his political wisdom, but he would not tell Horus without a bottom line, because he could guess what a quagmire the imperial government was.

He is not the regent of the empire, so why bother asking for trouble?
  About a quarter of an hour later, Guilliman's personal spaceship sailed into the Ministry of Government Affairs.

Before entering Horus's study, Guilliman saw several warriors of the Luna Wolves, all of whom had incredibly dark circles under their eyes. This was a spectacle that Guilliman had never seen before.

According to common sense, it is impossible for Astartes who are so strong that they can be called demigods to have dark circles under their eyes.

With a strange mood, Guilliman pushed open the door of Horus's study.

click-

He looked at the scene in the study and opened his mouth unconsciously.     “This?” He felt at a loss.

The huge study room was filled with mountains of files, one after another, almost filling the entire study room.

The tallest one reaches the ceiling, and the lower ones are seven or eight meters tall.

What's happening here?
  Where is his brother Horus?
  At this time, a weak voice came from deep in the mountain: "My brother, you are finally here. Please find a place to sit down first. Wait for me for a while, and I will be able to finish processing the documents from last month soon."

It was the voice of Horus, Guilliman could tell.

It just sounds too hollow.

Guilliman carefully recalled the few times he met Horus. He remembered that even if Horus was stabbed by an alien with a spear, he would roar and chop off the opponent's head, then pull out the spear and break it off. into two sections.

What's going on now?
  Why do I feel like I might die if I say two more words?

"Horus, something doesn't sound right to you. Are you feeling unwell?" Guilliman followed the voice and looked, but his vision was blocked by layers of mountains and he couldn't see Horus at all.

Horus is working on last month's documents.
  Wait, last month? !
  Guilliman noticed another key word.

He felt very ridiculous.

As the regent of the empire, Horus had just taken office not long ago, but he delayed reading the documents for two months. Isn't this too lazy?

"Alas -" Horus sighed, "Sit down and wait for me for a while, and I will explain it to you then."

Guilliman pursed his lips and said, "Okay."

Just where should I sit?

You asked me to sit down, you damn meow showed me a seat!
  Guilliman took a few steps left and right and was surprised to find documents placed almost everywhere.

Aisles are non-existent.

In some places, if you don't want to step on documents to pass, you have to rely on charging up to jump.

Guilliman felt dumbfounded.

He was a majestic primarch, wearing power armor and jumping around DuangDuangDuang in the Imperial Regent's study.
  Does this sound like a word?

He looked carefully and finally realized that if he had to sit, he had to sit on the ground.

Forget it, let's stand still.

By this time, Guilliman no longer cared that he had a place to sit, he now wanted to know how Horus had messed things up so badly.

This is not as good as Machado, right?

At least he met or corresponded with Macado several times, and Macado always looked very energetic.

After a while, there was movement from deep in the mountain.

Guilliman stared straight in that direction. He had a lot of questions to ask Horus.

But when he finally saw the figure of Horus, he couldn't say a word, he just felt dumbfounded.

"Horus, you" (End of Chapter)