Wander! Blue Star People

Abaddon poured out his bitter words to Horus.

He really couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't finish all the government affairs, and there was no way to keep piling them up.

He used to think that Terra's officials were all useless, but now he realized that this was not the case at all.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, you will understand that Terra is the capital of the Human Empire. Countless people are trying to squeeze into Terra. If Terra's officials were not good enough, they would have been killed by officials from other places who wanted to come to Terra. .

There is no doubt that the officers working on Terra are the best of the best.

Abaddon now understands why it takes decades for some planets to send messages to Terra before receiving a reply. It's not that Terra's officials don't work hard, but that Terra has received too many messages and the file queue has been waiting for decades. No one will look at it until later.

Abaddon now had a much improved impression of mortal officials.

Because he couldn't stand an Astartes, it was a miracle that a mortal who had been in this position before could hold on to his post!

"Father, please!"

"Be merciful to me!"

Abaddon confided in Horus for five minutes. He wanted to talk longer, but he knew that Horus was also busy, so after he had completed an objective description of his dilemma, enough was enough.

It can be summed up in four words: I don’t want to do it anymore.

Mortals can be officials!

Can we not be Astartes?

I really can’t take it!

Abaddon now realizes that Astartes are not made to serve as officials!

They want brains with muscles, human sophistication with muscles, and culture with muscles. Anyway, they have nothing but muscles, and they cannot deal with problems that cannot be dealt with by muscles.

The deputy regent is a high-ranking official, so he can do whatever he likes. Anyway, Abaddon doesn't want to do it anymore!

Ever since he became Horus' deputy, he couldn't do anything every day except deal with documents. How could it be as satisfying as seeing blood on the battlefield?

Even if he died on the battlefield, it would be better than being trapped in documents for the rest of his life.

However, Horus did not intend to let him go easily.

joke!

The father works extremely hard, but the son wants to sail away on a boat. How can this be true in the empire?

"Abadon, you are the person I trust most!" Horus stared at Abaddon with burning eyes and said emotionally, "If you don't serve as my deputy, who can take your place?"

It's not that Horus didn't understand Abaddon's suffering, he knew that Abaddon had to deal with more documents than he did.

But Abaddon is the best choice for deputy.

The deputy regent is a high-ranking official, and he cannot just randomly pick a Wolf of the Shadow Moon to hold this position, as it would be difficult to convince the public.

Abaddon is the Captain of the First Company, which is fitting.

"Anyone can take my place!" Abaddon said with a distressed look on his face. "I can't finish it, and neither can anyone else. It makes no difference."

Horus shook his head: "You are smart, no one else can compare to you."

He accidentally touched Abaddon's eyes and found that Abaddon was so anxious that he almost cried.

He immediately showed a warm smile, paused and then said: "It's not impossible for you to leave, but you have to find someone stronger than you to replace you. Otherwise, if there are any problems after the replacement, I am only asking you. "

Abaddon was stunned for a moment, then looked ecstatic.

"Yes! Father!"

I knew that my father loved me. This job was not suitable for me at all. I was finally able to run away with a bucket.

Abaddon was eager to call his brothers to share the good news, but he quickly gave up the idea because he might get a beating for it.

His brothers were still sinking in the sea of ​​suffering, but he secretly sought Horus out of the sea of ​​suffering, which was obviously a sign of lack of loyalty.

Find someone stronger than me.

Who can be better than me?

Abaddon hadn't yet figured out who this person was, but that didn't stop him from getting a promise of relief from Horus, for which he felt joy from the bottom of his heart.

He had not experienced this level of joy for a long time.

Horus listened to Abaddon humming a tune and left, feeling very bitter in his heart.

He somewhat understood why some imperial bureaucrats were mentally ill. They were too miserable and couldn't bear to see others happy. He now had the urge to call Abaddon back and give him a good beating.

He couldn't help but sigh again: "Alas."

He sighed more in this period than in his entire life combined.

Abaddon can give up his job, but he cannot give up his job as regent of the empire.

If he went to the Emperor and told him that he quit, what would the Emperor think of him?

He's bound to be the butt of jokes.

"Reform is imperative!" Horus rubbed his temples.

He made up his mind that the first major thing he would do when he took office as the Imperial Regent was to reduce the burden on the Imperial Regent!

He had to admit that he was not as good as Machado in this regard.

Malcador could handle so many documents with ease, but he couldn't. If he wanted to make a difference in the position of imperial regent, he first had to reduce the workload to an acceptable level for him.

"I can select some trustworthy people from the Moon Wolves and let them handle these files for me."

Although the files he is currently handling have been filtered and deemed to be the ones that only Imperial Regents are qualified to handle, there are still too many.

He was determined to give some of the Luna Wolves the equivalent of imperial regents and let them share some of these documents.

Share at least 90 percent.

If only ten percent is left to be handled by himself, he can complete his work very carefully and still have a lot of time to do other things.

Horus took a deep breath and did what he said.

He issued hundreds of orders in succession.

First, he established a new department, the Regency Department, in the name of the Imperial Regent. Then he selected smart and capable wolves from the Wolves of the Shadow Moon that he had an impression of, and then stuffed all of these wolf cubs into the Regency Department.

There are no positions in the Regency, and everyone enjoys the same power as an Imperial Regent in reviewing documents.

With a wave of his hand, Horus kept only the documents related to the aliens and the major legions, while the other documents were packed up and sent to the Regency Ministry.

After a lot of trouble, the empire gained another department.

Horus turned out to hate the messy departments of the empire.

Because there were so many departments, he often didn't know what they were doing. He once thought that the Emperor should eliminate these complicated departments to only half of them.

But now he understands and has taken the initiative to create a new department.

He was taking the form of the Emperor and Malcador.

Horus looked at the greatly reduced number of documents around him, and a relaxed expression suddenly appeared on his face.

However, he did not relax for long as he received a series of inquiries from the Regency Ministry.

"Father, the reconstruction of the planet Darvins requires officials from Terra. Where can I find officials for them?"

"Father, the two sectors are competing for the same batch of food. They are both used for disaster relief, and both are in emergency situations. Many people in the sector that cannot get food will starve to death. Who should I give this batch of food to?"

"Father, the Stargate project is about to be completed. Many places invite you to cut the ribbon. If you go, which places will you go to and when will you go?"

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Dense message notification sounds rang in Horus's ears, and Horus showed a desperate expression. (End of chapter)