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

Chapter 376: Which of the original bodies is not a fan of Huang Laohan
Even the Primarch sometimes feels that he is limited by his physical conditions, just like Dorne now.

Indeed, after he quickly calmed down, he found a lot of things wrong in the girl's recent words: she said that she was pure and that this was an old problem. Why could she say it so confidently? Why could she mention this time ten thousand years ago so naturally, as if she had experienced the Great Crusade herself? Was the Black Templar who tried to stop her really Sigismund? Or was all this a trick of the Chaos God? If so, why didn't the chief think tank of the Ultramarines give an early warning? Was such a psionic master also deceived? And why, when the girl suddenly attacked the current Empire, she suddenly inserted a Nostraman word in her High Gothic sentence? Wasn't that planet, along with its culture, traditions, and language, completely destroyed by the madness and paranoia of the Night Lords Primarch ten thousand years ago? Why did she know such a dead language?

Dorn's brain was able to instantly realize these incongruities, and string them together as clues, piecing together a rough guess. But his overly rigorous personality prevented him from simply accepting his guess as a fact. He had to confirm more information before he was sure that he had found a solid truth that was credible enough. But - there was the problem: at this moment, he had many questions that he had to ask, but even though he was the Primarch, he only had one mouth in his physiological structure, which allowed him to ask only one sentence at a time.

Therefore, he had to sort the questions he was going to ask by importance, and then pick out the most urgent one for him and put it in his first sentence:
"How dare you say such outrageous things!" Dorn was not very interested in politics, but that did not mean he could tolerate a mortal girl speaking so arrogantly against the entire empire. He was simply angry because he could not tolerate the glory of the empire being slandered in this way, but this anger still did not scare Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"You're angry again." She even pointed out calmly, "Why do you care so much about the irresponsible words of a mere pawn like me? You should have the self-restraint not to get angry with a mortal girl like me. You are so angry, isn't it because you know in your heart that I am right?"

Dorn was stuck.

On this issue, even the Primarch could not be 100% sure that he really had the self-restraint to not get angry with a mortal girl as the other party said. But Dorne was 100% aware that what the little girl said was right - there is always and only the truth that can hurt a person. If the current empire is really so good that it does not meet the description of "shithole", no matter whether Dorne would be angry about it, he would at least not rank this sentence so highly.

During the time when the Primarch temporarily shut down due to logical confusion, the situation was still developing. Digris felt a little bitter in his mouth, because it was indeed as he thought, what he worried about "Fujimaru Ritsuka sometimes making shocking remarks" really happened, and the scope of the killing was greater than he expected. As the person involved said, how bad the Empire is is like the elephant in the room. Everyone in this audience hall now has a status that must have seen or even been stepped on by this elephant, but no one talks about it. Fujimaru Ritsuka's behavior of breaking the window paper without any warning at this moment won her a series of noisy cheers such as swords unsheathed and grenade guns loaded.

This is also very reasonable: Stormmargin's visit this time was a secret visit, and Ritsuka Fujimaru's intelligence was not so public due to the information blockade imposed by Guilliman. Not to mention Lord Dorne and his descendants who were present, even several Ultramarines who were originally there except Digris glared at Ritsuka Fujimaru. Considering the safety of the life of the Imperial Saint, the Chief Think Tank immediately held up a psychic shield to prevent the attack from somewhere in the room from physically shutting the person's mouth forever - but first of all, to his surprise, for some reason, even the son of Dorne who valued honor the most and could not tolerate insults, maintained the most basic restraint after raising his weapon; secondly, he was shocked that this fearless Ritsuka Fujimaru continued to discuss this topic:

"Yes, if the Emperor had not established an empire 10,000 years ago to unite the scattered humans in the starry sea, the worlds of humanity fighting each other might have long been lost in this galaxy surrounded by enemies. The survival of mankind so far depends on the huge size of the empire, but to what extent has this dying empire fallen?"

Her tone was quite calm, but Diglis could gradually see that this calmness was a very good disguise. Underneath the seemingly calm surface of Fujimaru Ritsuka was a turbulent undercurrent:
"Information exchange is not smooth, material allocation is a mess, the bureaucracy is too redundant, and the parasites who do nothing are difficult to streamline. Even if Lord Guilliman personally takes charge of the adjustment, the problem of inefficiency can only be said to have improved slightly. The belief in the Emperor barely keeps the dying country alive. The vast majority of the people are ignorant and either struggle to survive between mediocrity or eating raw meat and drinking blood, or are forced to use fanatical beliefs as their spiritual armor. Individual rights and dignity, which are taken for granted, seem ridiculous in today's Empire, and rational and innovative ideas are almost completely regarded as heresy. In the long-term despair, tolerance and kindness have even become poison, and hatred and cruelty are the virtues that prevail in the galaxy. I can't say this is wrong, because the human mental structure is extremely susceptible to the environment. The war that has lasted for billions of years can certainly easily drive a country composed of people crazy - but anyone with a little common sense should be able to easily realize that the entire Empire is rotten like a cesspool, isn't it?"

Dorn wanted to refute - but his face turned red with anger and shame, and he couldn't say anything to refute. Because in his opinion, the empire ten thousand years later was indeed as Fujimaru Ritsuka said. In fact, as the Primarch, he could provide more and more detailed arguments and supplementary explanations to the other party's narrow perspective of mortals. So, in the end, he could only shamefully try to avoid this topic with another question:

"Who are you?" he demanded. "What makes you think you can talk nonsense like that in front of a Primarch?"

"A person with a little common sense, Lord Dorne." Fujimaru Ritsuka answered these questions in a flattering and irritating way. "I can't say that I am very smart, but since I have a little common sense, I can naturally realize that no one wants to live in a cesspool. Even though the vast majority of numb people in the empire today don't realize that they are living in a cesspool. Of course, with my level, I can't know how to get the current empire out of the cesspool, but I can at least do what I can - whoever proposes a solution to the problem, I will implement it; whoever intends to disrupt the process, I will stop them."

After linking this passage with the cause and effect of the person involved, Dorn became angry because his will was repeatedly blocked: "Do you mean that the Inquisition should not be liquidated?!"

"Not really, sir." Fujimaru Ritsuka replied quickly, "Of course the Inquisition, which harbors so much filth, should be cleared up. I'm just reminding you that you should be careful about the way you do it. If you just take action with your army, I'll be frank with you, but that would be like blowing up shit in a cesspool, and it might even cause a methane explosion."

The audience hall fell silent again because of this sentence. Even through the full set of power armor, Digris could clearly see that Sigismund's whole body was full of the word "embarrassment" because of this overly inappropriate metaphor. But Fujimaru Ritsuka still did not stop: "Of course, I have no doubt about your and your descendants' execution ability in military operations. But even if we assume that the regiment you command can accurately launch devastating attacks on the main strongholds of the Inquisition in various parts of the galaxy at the same time, we cannot guarantee that every offensive of yours can accurately kill all the living creatures loyal to the Inquisition in the facility and not let anyone escape. Or, if we leave this matter to Lord Jonson and his dark angels who can really do it, we can still be sure that there must be members of the Inquisition who were scattered all over the galaxy at that time who survived the purge. Have you ever thought about how long these resentful professionals will cause to the Empire in the long future by hiding themselves among the crowd?"

Dorn paused again. He had indeed thought of the problem that Fujimaru Ritsuka pointed out, but he only felt that it was regrettable but necessary collateral damage - what really made him speechless at this moment was the name of the eldest son of the Primarch mixed in with the series of assumptions mentioned by Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Whether you haven't thought about it, or you think it's an acceptable price, I strongly suggest that you discuss it with Lord Guilliman who is about to land." Fujimaru Ritsuka finally revealed his true intentions. "As the current regent of the empire, Lord Guilliman must have a better understanding of the current situation of the empire and can better judge the gains and losses this incident will cause to the current empire. The two of you are blood brothers from the same lineage. I think even if there are some minor conflicts in your opinions, you can definitely solve them by sitting down and talking them out. Besides, a reunion after ten thousand years is imminent, and no one wants the atmosphere to be too awkward. The Inquisition is there, and it is too deep-rooted to run away. It doesn't matter if this matter is put aside for a few hours. Instead, you should prepare for the next meeting now."

After saying that, Fujimaru Ritsuka naturally turned his gaze to Digris beside him. The chief think tank muttered to himself, "We haven't discussed this before," while smoothly removing the psychic shield and calmly reporting the next arrangements to the Imperial Regent. He gave a clear and accurate timetable accurate to the second, and then politely asked Lord Dorne if he had any specific requirements for the ceremony or process of the meeting.

To be honest, Digris didn't think that Fujimaru Ritsuka's persuasion had successfully soothed Dorn's nerves. He didn't need psychic powers to see that after this series of conversations, the Primarch of the Imperial Fists obviously held his breath again. But strangely, after two seconds that were longer than death, the old giant slowly exhaled:

"That's it." Dorn's words sounded like heavenly music to Diglis. "We'll discuss the details of the Inquisition later - but don't think about delaying. This matter must be concluded in black and white."

"Your Excellency is wise." Fujimaru Ritsuka pulled up her knee-length skirt, which was obviously for daily wear, and made a seemingly inappropriate skirt-lifting gesture. "Everyone is busy, so I, a hated jester, will not be an eyesore here. Thank you, the Emperor, for allowing me to say these treasonous words. Please allow me to leave now."

After she finished speaking, she stood up again. At this moment, Digris clearly felt that something that was not obvious but did exist had left the space of the audience hall. As Fujimaru Ritsuka finished speaking, many Astartes who had just drawn their weapons collapsed to the ground. This seemed to be a bit beyond the expectations of the instigator. A trace of guilty panic flashed across Fujimaru Ritsuka's face, which made her pause for a second. In the end, she said nothing and decided to execute her original plan, forcing herself to run away as quickly as possible.

But she failed, because Dorn added a question that he had already asked but had cleverly avoided: "Who are you?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka stopped, struggled for a while, but finally chose to escape: "No offense, but to be honest, the matter of 'introducing myself' has become more and more embarrassing for me. You can ask Sigismund directly about this question. Anyway, I'm sure you have a lot to say, so I won't bother you..."

It is indeed shameful to escape, but it is indeed useful. Only at this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt that he understood the Emperor's behavior of searching for his mouthpiece in the real universe, and even felt a little sympathy.

——No, she was asked to recite such a long list of titles that she couldn't even remember? It would be fine to use the identification code to fool strangers, but to do this in front of people she knew very well... Let's not talk about whether they would believe it or not, just reciting these things out loud was really embarrassing!

Fujimaru, East Asian, accustomed to being humble and not accustomed to flattering herself, Ritsuka, after leaving this weak defense that made her lose all momentum, immediately left the scene while the other Dorne heirs were still digesting the name "Sigismund".

Just as the instigator had expected, almost no one present tried to stop a mortal girl from disappearing so quickly. Instead, they all turned their eyes to the Black Templar who still remained in the center of the audience hall - very good, now the pressure was on the Black Knight himself.

(End of this chapter)