How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 332 I just want to protect my rights not to be a suit person
Cleopatra did not lie during the meeting, and Fujimaru Ritsuka did have a more important task to complete that day. But she was not telling the truth either, because this more important task did not actually take a very long time, at least not enough to completely prevent the current person in charge of Chaldea from being able to deal with the other parallel organizations in the empire.

“…So the result turned out like this.” Having finished his work, Fujimaru Ritsuka even opened a pack of seaweed-flavored potato chips, which were becoming increasingly precious in this universe. In the intervals between his half-narration and half-complaint narration, he deliberately chewed his spiritual recovery food with a crunching sound. “I know this is inappropriate, but I had the confidence to turn an inappropriate matter into an appropriate result.”

She didn't continue talking, but just tightened the "work results" she was holding in her arms. The latter couldn't fully understand the feelings she wanted to express, but he dared to raise his head with this half-understanding and asked back: "Are you frustrated because the predicted results are too different from the actual possible output results?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed to be stung by these words and trembled reflexively.

"I didn't...Okay, I admit, that may be the case." She recovered quickly, sighed, and took out another relatively intact potato chip from the bag, and then tried to stuff it into the mouth of Enkidu in her arms - who was currently half forced and half voluntarily relying on his transformation skills to change himself to the size of a toddler.

The process of removing the Slaanesh contamination from the divine weapon is actually not very good. This kind of praise should be attributed to the nature of Enkidu's spiritual base as a "clay man", which allows Fujimaru Ritsuka to use some simple and crude methods on him, such as "cutting off the head for a headache and treating the foot for a foot pain", directly crushing the intrusion data that may cause hidden dangers at the cost of losing some spiritual base quality while protecting the spiritual core. It is not replicable and has no promotion value. Even if it is another Heroic Spirit Servant, it will put the person in a state close to death - but it is really fast and effective when used on Enkidu. He doesn't even need a proper recovery period, but his function will inevitably decline during this period.

Enkidu, who looked only eight or nine years old, was also crunching potato chips. Amidst the noise, Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed, "My experience with simulation calculations doesn't work anymore. When I was the Primarch in the Emperor's illusion, the entire legion was clearly transformed in this way..."

"But at that time, you were the Primarch, right?" Little Enkidu, who was eating potato chips, pointed out bluntly, "There is a fundamental difference between demigods and mortals."

"What's the difference? The 'obvious greatness' of a person over three meters tall?" Frustrated, Fujimaru Ritsuka moved Enkidu onto one of his legs and leaned over the table to the other side. "Because I didn't feel much difference in the illusion, I thought it could be overcome with a little more effort... So is it still a problem of concept? Back then, everyone knew that I was the Primarch, but now I'm just an underage girl who looks easy to bully?"

"It's like being able to smash someone's head into your chest with a single wave of your hand." The divine weapon made a statement that seemed natural from the perspective of the weapon, "If you go out and smash two people now and spread the word, maybe the problem will be solved?"

Lie on the table, Fujimaru Ritsuka turned his head and glared at little Enkidu. The latter was a little confused by this emotional response: "What's wrong? The records show that you should be able to do it, right? Aren't you with that superb marksman Li Shuwen--"

Fujimaru Ritsuka stood up suddenly, grabbed little Enkidu angrily, and pinched his face: "Can you do it and should you do it? Control your dangerous thoughts! You shouldn't kill people for such a small thing, right?"

Enkidu allowed his Master to vent her anger a little bit, and let her pinch his cheeks with her weak fingers until they were deformed. But because of this, his pronunciation was a little distorted when he spoke: "But this can quickly solve the problem--"

"——Threat to the safety of others has always been the fastest way to establish prestige, right?"

"That's true. Cleopatra also told me so." Fujimaru Ritsuka put little Enkidu back in his arms angrily and reached for the potato chips again. "But to prove this kind of threat, you don't really need to go out and kill a few people, right?"
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Even though the venue environment was not satisfactory, the "three-party" meeting still went smoothly.

As an outside observer, Malan was able to quietly witness everything that had happened. The temperature in the temporary venue built outdoors during the day was indeed very high. The missionary sent by the state religion was sweating profusely after a eloquent statement citing scriptures, but it was hard to say that this phenomenon was entirely caused by the current temperature. In contrast, on the Chaldean side, the woman who claimed to be Cleopatra VII sat on the chair calmly and with a smile on her face, seemingly not affected at all by this temperature that was not suitable for mortals.

This is a little suspicious, but not suspicious enough. Malan thought. The powerful imperial people always have various means to get some gadgets that can make them comfortable. It is not uncommon to not sweat in the high temperature if they are prepared. Malan herself has also used some technological means in this regard. Now there is only a little sweat on her forehead. She is an inquisitor who doesn't care much about these things. If they are nobles who pay more attention to enjoyment, they will definitely be able to get better similar products.

The real suspect was the preacher who had just finished his speech. It was true that his position was not high enough, and he obviously had no private property under the constraints of the religious framework - but he really sweated too much, and showed a nervous look that was concealed, but still very obvious to the Inquisitor. This emotion did not affect his oratory skills. At least the state church did not choose the wrong person in this regard: the preacher had an eloquent passion, and his voice was clear and rich while being elegant enough. He clearly and beautifully described the loyal and unyielding life of Archbishop Taro Libo in less than five minutes, trying to make everyone present realize with emotion and reason that it was impossible for the "archbishop to be contaminated by Chaos", so the investigation results on the archbishop's death must be untrue.

If the people here were weak-willed, or easily deceived by the halo of religion, or other people who were more easily persuaded, then this missionary might be able to achieve his goal. Unfortunately, this method might allow the missionary to complete his work perfectly, but it is far from enough to deceive the Inquisitor, Astarte, or the last empress of the dynasty.

The missionary must have realized this himself, which is why he was so nervous.

"Well, well, so what?" Cleopatra nodded absentmindedly and asked, "In your opinion, what was the cause of death of this 'Archbishop Trolipo'?"

"Of course, he was summoned by the Emperor of God in the sacred flame!" The missionary stood up and shouted enthusiastically, then knelt down and made the Sky Eagle Salute prayer posture. However, the cowardice hidden under this passion could not deceive the Inquisitors' physiological monitoring auscultation instrument. "The Emperor of God loves him, so he cleansed his cumbersome body, took him back to the throne, and asked his spirit companion to serve him by his side!"

This made the Blood Angel Astartes, who wanted to remain passive and neutral in the negotiations, couldn't help but speak up: "Then how do you explain the problem of chaos?"

"That's slander!" The missionary yelled with his eyes wide open and his neck stiffened. This might have been a shocking emotional display during the negotiation, but in reality, it only made Cleopatra laugh.

The Primaris Blood Angel was about to speak angrily, intending to refute these emotional irrationalities with facts, logic, and reason, but before that, Cleopatra spoke:
"We are slandering." She simply admitted the non-existent crime with confidence, "Then what? What are you going to do?" "......!"

This unexpected move froze the missionary in place, with his mouth wide open in a daze, forgetting that he was about to stand up from his kneeling position.

"…We…the state church must protest against this behavior!"

"Yes, I heard it. It will not be accepted. Then what?" Cleopatra leaned back in her chair, with a playful look on her face, as if she was not participating in the negotiation, but teasing a pet. "What are you going to do, the 'State Church'? Are you going to excommunicate the Imperial Saint certified by the throne? Or are you going to launch a religious war against the Blood Angels? Or vice versa?"

The missionary froze in a ridiculous posture again. The temperature was high, but he was sweating profusely and shivering. The strict hierarchy of the empire, which had been forgotten for a time because of Fujimaru Ritsuka's overly friendly attitude, resurfaced in his consciousness, and he himself was just a grain of sand under the tower - even the branch sect he belonged to was just a small stone that could be seen everywhere on the roadside.

The throne is too far from Baal, and the distance that is difficult to touch will easily dissolve the true face of the truth. Therefore, they have no specific understanding of concepts such as "throne certification" and "guardian guards" - but the Blood Angels Chapter has always been very close to them. Even though their previous work was to praise the Astartes for defending the territory and people of the Empire, and fighting and slaughtering the enemies who rebelled against the Empire, there were some exaggerated elements in them, but they could still easily know that the power of the Killing Angels wrapped in ceramic steel was absolutely real.

"My Master is very kind. She even allowed you to live and to express your opinions." Cleopatra stood up and adjusted to a more serious posture. She said, "She is the one who is closest to the Emperor in the literal sense in the current Empire. She is the saint among saints, the priest among priests, and the priest among priests. She is the one who originally served beside the Golden Throne, but the Emperor ordered that she should do things through her hands, so she came down from the sky to Baal."

Although strictly speaking this is not true, this level of exaggeration is still an entry-level skill for politicians. Even if Fujimaru Ritsuka himself came, he would have to recognize every sentence Cleopatra said - besides, it sounds intimidating enough when said this way.

"Therefore, the will revealed in her words and deeds does not only come from her own, but also from the Emperor. And the so-called archbishop, as a pastor and servant who also serves the Emperor and His will, failed to realize this at the first time, and even acted in rebellion, which is really disrespectful. He is already vulgar and unsightly on the outside, and even more rotten inside - for such a worthless person who will die, how dare you waste my Lord's time with such a trivial matter?"

The missionary's lips trembled. Subjectively, he might still have the will to get up from the ground, but in reality, his weak legs obviously did not support him to do so.

For an ordinary missionary with no political experience, the pressure exerted by Cleopatra during this period might have been too much - but the latter still had no intention of stopping.

"If all the state religions in the Bar region are like this, then we don't need to say anything more." Cleopatra's tone became dull, just like any noble who was bored with the new stuff in front of him. "It doesn't matter if the local shepherds can't do a simple thing like driving the believers to serve the emperor. Anyway, there is no shortage of 'miracles' around my Lord. Chaldea can do it by itself. It just takes a little more effort, and it won't delay anything."

As if in response to her words, the red land of Baal began to tremble under their feet from that moment on.

Amidst the rumbling noises and jumping gravel, the first to react were the Blood Angels Astartes: "Unexplained geological movement?"

"No, I should have reported this to you." Cleopatra smiled again, "Chaldea will immediately start cutting and leveling the planned land for the 'Second Astronomical Torch' project after the Ministry of the Interior completes the transfer and resettlement of the local indigenous people. I deliberately chose a good viewpoint to set the negotiation venue here. Aren't you grateful for the Pharaoh's kindness?"

As she finished speaking, the rumbling, indistinguishable noise reached its peak. The maximum vibration caused the unprotected participants of the state religion to stagger comically, and the Astartes and the imperial guards had to activate their magnetic boots to stabilize their posture. Cleopatra herself and the judges were still sitting in place, maintaining a calm and elegant demeanor, until the scorching and dazzling light came in all at once from the window of the field command center, which was currently open carelessly, making people dizzy and the heat almost dried them out.

This terrible time lasted for several minutes. No one was injured, but for some people whose wills were close to collapse, it might never pass. The light, heat, loud noise and vibration gradually subsided, but the missionary who was responsible for the speech was still curled up on the prefabricated steel floor, and it seemed that he would not be able to get up for a while. At this time, the first person to react - unexpectedly - was Judge Marlan. She didn't care about etiquette and manners, and jumped up from the chair with agility that was extremely inconsistent with her appearance and rushed to the window.

She was not from Baal, and of course it was her first time to set foot on Baal Prime. But for an Inquisitor who had successfully survived, it was also a basic skill to always pay attention to changes in the surrounding environment. Therefore, she naturally noticed that when she looked out the window, the red desert and the slight hills in the distance that would have stretched out in front of her were significantly different from before she entered this simple command center:

The hills in the distance disappeared as a whole, and the Gobi Desert, which originally looked more like rust due to its rich iron content, turned into a molten red. The air heated by the ground's evaporation almost physically rushed to higher places. When this phenomenon occurred on a large scale, the transparent air distorted the scenery behind them that should have been visible at a glance with its flow and density.

Malan nervously opened all the auspicious instruments on her body - except for the reality that was displayed in front of her, there was no noteworthy reading. She naturally contacted the Fortitude Power in orbit, trying to figure out what happened here from a bird's-eye view, or find out where the weapons and equipment that could easily flatten the surface were hidden. But she didn't get an answer for the time being, and she didn't get a correct answer in the next few hours. Until she finally decided to ask Hastings.

At that moment, she only heard Cleopatra repeat her closing statement as she stood up to leave: "As I said before, miracles are never lacking in my Lord's presence."

(End of this chapter)