Wander! Blue Star People

Horus sat in front of the large desk. He did not wear his usual power armor, but instead wore a slightly luxurious silk robe.

This is the capital city of Terra, not a dangerous fringe area.

As the regent of the empire, he does not need to wear armor and sword, but must choose another image to show people his majesty and wisdom.

He did a good job in this regard. As a Primarch with a personality that rivaled that of the Emperor, he was not only very approachable, but also exuded a calm and authoritative temperament in his every move.

He is a much greater deterrent to corrupt officials than Macado.

However, if you look closely at his eyes, you will find that his eyes are dull and even appear to be in a trance.

ah! Cunning Malcador!

Horus looked at the pile of documents in front of him and scolded Malcador for an unknown number of times.

At this moment, the good impression he had on Malcador because of Malcador's initiative to give up his position was completely exhausted, because he felt that he had been plotted by Malcador.

He originally thought that being an imperial regent would be an easy job.

In this position he only had to express his opinions on important matters and use thunderous means to ensure that his will was carried out in the empire.

Isn't that how it should be?

He has fought in the Milky Way and seen many imperial bureaucrats. They never do any actual work themselves, and everything is done by their subordinates. The higher the position of the imperial bureaucrats, the more so.

He hated this corrupt bureaucracy.

Before he officially became the regent of the empire, he even had what Malcador called a "bold" idea: handling every government affairs personally.

Malcador smiled at him at that time.

At that time, he didn't expect what Malcador was laughing at, but now it seemed that Malcador was clearly laughing at him for not knowing his own abilities.

Oh my god, why does the empire have so many government affairs to deal with?

Horus glanced at the document in front of him.

He finally realized the ingenuity of the ancient words, such as the word "mountain", which was used here with such an image.

A mountain of documents, one here and one there.

One after another, they seemed like a continuous mountain range, surrounding him tightly.

He sat in the middle and couldn't see his way out.

"Alas." Horus sighed.

Are the bureaucrats the empire maintains in various places just useless? Can't they handle these government affairs locally instead of reporting them to Terra?

Horus looked around.

Seeing that there was no one in the office, he lay back, looking numb.

During this time, he had a general understanding of the government affairs that had to be dealt with every day. Not to mention, they were all matters that local officials could not handle. He, the imperial regent, had to make the decision.

For example, a certain planet is attacked by aliens, a certain planet is suspected to be contaminated by subspace, and a certain legion requests soldiers for supplies.

Where can local officials deal with these issues?

If local officials could handle these issues, Malcador would have banned them from reporting such matters to Terra for so many years.

Today's imperial government system is the result of continuous optimization by the Emperor and Malcador, almost to the point where there is little room for improvement.

The main reason is that the empire is too big, there are many things happening every day, and the empire has disabled artificial intelligence.

Horus sat in this position, not knowing what to do.

"I really don't know how Malcador has been able to deal with these things for hundreds of years, and he has finished them all." Horus said bitterly, "He didn't teach me his secrets when handing over the work."

However, Malcador's secret must be related to psychic powers, and even if he knew it, he wouldn't be able to learn it.

Horus was very depressed.

The documents surrounding him now are just his workload for today. Tomorrow, there will be the same number of documents that he needs to review.

Even though he tried his best, he could barely read through all these documents, and he could read them all at a glance.

He will only give instructions on some particularly important documents.

He felt exhausted.

If this continues, it won't be long before the first exhausted Primarch is born.

He began to admire Macado a little.

Malcador handles so many government affairs every day, and still has time to do other things. He also maintains a good mental state every day, and even has the emotions to argue with the originals like them from a distance.

He is so tired now that he doesn't want to communicate with others, and his mind goes blank after finishing work every day.

"No, we can't go on like this."

Horus suddenly felt a sense of fear in his heart.

He imagined himself trapped in this cramped little room day after day, dealing with matters thousands of light years away for the entire empire, unable to go anywhere.

Compared to his previous life leading the legion, it was simply a mess.

He can't see his future!

In fact, not being able to see the future is also seeing the future in a sense.

Horus looked up at the papers around him.

"vomit!"

He couldn't suppress the nausea in his heart and retched.

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside.

He hurriedly sat up straight, turned on expression management, and showed a charming smile.

"Father, I can't stand it anymore!" Abaddon got out of the gap in the mountain of documents with a disheveled look on his face. He said with a sad face, "There are so many things to read, I can hardly read!"

Abaddon's cultural level is relatively high among the entire Moon Wolves, so he was entrusted with an important task by Horus and served as Horus' deputy in the Ministry of Government Affairs.

Deputy of the Imperial Regent!

This position sounds noble, and it is indeed noble. The only problem is that it is too tiring.

The reason why Horus only had to deal with issues that only the Imperial Regent needed to deal with was because the documents that were not of sufficient importance were handled by his subordinates. This subordinate was his deputy Abaddon and the team formed by Abaddon. .

The number of government affairs is pyramid-shaped.

Abaddon and his team had to deal with more than ten times the political affairs of Horus every day.

Abaddon has been working tirelessly on government affairs these days, but he still can't finish it. Part of the government affairs from the previous day will always be left over to the next day, and then even more from the next day will be left over to the third day.

If this continues, ten years from now, they may still be dealing with this year's affairs.

This caused Abaddon great psychological pressure.

Abaddon could not imagine how much trouble he would cause to the empire and what kind of culpability he would receive if the empire's government affairs were delayed for ten or even decades because of his low work efficiency.

"Father, for the sake of my fighting side by side with you, please remove me from my position and arrange a combat mission for me!" Abaddon's eyes were shining with crystal luster, and he said with a cry, " If you let me continue doing this, something big will happen to the empire!" (End of Chapter)