Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 100 It’s time to show everyone the technology of the 3K era

For Ron, it is very important to form his own tribunal.

The newly established Inquisition will be responsible only to him and will become the most powerful secret agency in the Royal Court.

The judges of the Inquisition have great power in the territory. They can reasonably suspect and investigate anyone except Ron, and are responsible for investigating and destroying hidden threats.

This is an important violent institution for him to check and balance the administrative system and officials under his command, and it can also effectively deal with hidden external threats.

In the future, as the territory expands, the power of the Inquisition will continue to expand.

After reading the file, Deville's body trembled slightly. He already knew what he was going to do.

I understand more clearly what responsibilities and powers the Governor has given me.

What a trust.

All he can repay is absolute loyalty!

Seeing that Deville understood what he wanted him to do, Ron took him aside to talk about some details that needed attention.

The formation of a tribunal is not an easy task.

In addition to having a group of loyal and capable people, strong military support is also needed.

So Ron will send twenty guards in as the initial members of the Inquisition.

At the same time, a group of defense forces, elite bailiffs and administrative personnel will be dispatched to serve as throne deputies, interpreters, torturers, apprentices, etc.

In this way, the initial team of the trial court was formed.

As for how the future will develop, it depends on how Deville and others operate.

After the discussion, Ron looked at Deville seriously:
"Your Excellency, Grand Inquisitor, from now on, the court of the Royal Court will be handed over to you."

Deville stood up suddenly, and with a firm look in his eyes, he gave a standard Sky Eagle salute:

"Everything for the Governor!"

Seeing this, Ron nodded with satisfaction and let Deville go about his business.

Ron believed that this loyal and capable subordinate would fulfill the duties he had assigned to him.

Ron was very happy as he had completed another important plan.

Now he has a series of institutions under his command, including the Royal Guards, the Inquisition, the Ministry of the Interior, the Mechanicus, the Ecclesiarchy, the Defense Force, etc.

As for super-large organizations such as the Space Marine Chapter and the Imperial Navy Fleet, he is unable to create them for the time being.

Only by controlling the entire planet Ers, or even more planets, and accumulating a huge amount of power of hope, can we go to the subspace to obtain resources to develop these.

Countless good things have been lost to the Warp over the tens of thousands of years.

Such as lost ships, precious casting materials, various weapons and ancient relics, corpses of space warriors, armor, etc.

Whatever he wanted was available there, just waiting for him to buy it.

It seems that Ron's subspace nature is too powerful.

Being able to adapt to the rules of the subspace and extract physical matter from it would make even the God Emperor drool.

One day, a super flagship with complete STC technology from the golden age of mankind will be found...

hiss~
Ron was drooling as he thought about it. He had to take off on the spot!

Soon, he reacted and ended his fantasy time.

Just do the things at hand first.

In short, the current Royal Court District already has the prototype of a small empire, and he will replicate more imperial institutions in the future.

Ron has decided that the future ruling system within the territory will be based on the basic system of the empire.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to change, but that he dares not to change.

If the empire is compared to a program that often freezes and has bugs, then this basic system is the underlying pile of shit code.

No matter how terrible this pile of shitty code is, at least it has been running smoothly for more than ten thousand years, which is already super awesome.

Don't change it randomly.

What if the change is wrong and the whole program crashes?
That would explode on the spot.

So Ron would only make some minor adjustments to the existing system and apply more patches.

Make this system run more smoothly.

These are all plans for the future.

Ron was worried that he would forget, so he quickly wrote down these fragmentary thoughts on the typewriter.

With his typing speed of one thousand words per hour, he quickly recorded all his ideas.

He tore off the page and prepared to keep it.

If you confuse it with other documents, it will be difficult to find.

Ron came to the nearly five-meter-high filing cabinet next to him and looked at the densely packed grids, feeling a little confused:

"Hiss~ Which box is the future development plan placed in?"

Fortunately, his brain, which had been strengthened, worked better. After thinking about it, he recalled the grid: grid number 117 in the th column of the th row. Fortunately, he remembered it.

If you really can't remember, you can only rely on the thick index of the dictionary to look for it.

After putting the page away, Ron sat back in his seat and stuffed a frosted Poro cookie into his mouth.

Eat something to replenish your nutrition, then continue working.

He looked at the small stack of documents left on the desk and felt full of energy.

After processing these documents, the afternoon's work is done.

The great Governor can now rest!

Ron continued to work on the documents, his head buried. The complicated texts made him dizzy.

But no problem, persistence is victory.

Soon, Ron finished processing all the documents and slumped in his chair with a satisfied smile.

it is finally over.

Just as he was about to rest, two maids came in.

Ron's pupils instantly dilated, and he lost all his vitality:
"No!"

The two maids were each holding a document nearly one meter high, and they seemed frightened:

"Mr. Governor, these are the documents that need your processing..."

Ron naturally wouldn't embarrass the maids. He said weakly:

“Okay, put the file here.”

"Yes!"

The two maids quickly put down the documents and fled from this office filled with the Governor's resentment.

Ron's scalp tingled as he looked at the two piles of freshly prepared documents.

Wow!

Two piles of documents collapsed and scattered on him.

Ron was completely still. He regretted extremely that he should not have agreed to share some of Bayev's government affairs.

Originally, he did this with a learning attitude. As a ruler, he still had to learn what he should learn.

At first he was able to handle it with ease.

After all, given the Wangting District's original extremely rough management style that didn't care about the lives of the people, there were a lot of paper documents, but they could still be handled.

But as Ron promulgated more and more new policies and regulations, and the Royal Court District switched to a more refined management method, the number of documents that needed to be processed increased exponentially.

Those complicated, repetitive, confusing and outdated documents made him dizzy and overwhelmed.

He was almost trapped to death in this office.

He could hardly imagine how much work pressure the empire's top managers would have to bear with this way of working.

No wonder those high lords were either exhausted to death or went crazy.

Suddenly, a subspace crack appeared in the Governor's office.

Robert Guilliman walked out wearing the Armor of Destiny, with light emanating from behind his head and surging power all over his body.

He looked over here with a sharp gaze, which was extremely oppressive:

“Ron, the Empire needs you.

Come with me to Holy Terra and you will become the Supreme Lord!"

With that, Robert Guilliman's huge ruling hand reached out to grab him.

"Don't come over here!"

Ron woke up with a scream, and when he saw the messy desk in front of him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be just a horrible nightmare.

Fortunately it wasn't true, otherwise he would rather die where he is.

Looking at the mess of documents, Ron's patience reached its limit.

I can't do this job anymore.

He wants to reform, do Internet + AI, realize online office, and optimize work processes and efficiency!
Fortunately, all this is already happening quietly.

Ron gave the intelligent robot, the current mechanical sage Moss, many ideas about the Internet and asked him to conduct experiments secretly.

no way.

The Adeptus Mechanicus has imposed a severe block on the relevant technologies of the intelligent network, and even wetware cannot be developed.

I can only get a version from the human 3K era to use first.

It’s time to let everyone see the technology of mankind in the 3K era!
(End of this chapter)