Chapter 114: Old Man Huang, I think you don’t understand at all!
Far away at the front line of the Great Crusade, Fulgrim sneezed and felt as if something bad was whispering about him.

"What's wrong with you, Fogg? I didn't know that the Primarch could get sick. Could it be that the battle just now has affected you?"

With a resolute expression, Finus looked at his friend worriedly, picked up a piece of carefully cooked meat and put it into his mouth. After chewing for a while, he couldn't help but sigh that the food made by Blackwatch was still delicious.

Ever since the return of their brother whom they had never met, the various legions had changed their views on these dwarfs, from previous contempt to current love.

After all, Blackwatch's service is indeed thoughtful. Although they are not keen on fighting, having them as logistics can greatly improve the morale and material allocation of the troops.

This made the Lord of Steel have a great liking for Hogg, and even Fulgrim changed his opinion.

The flawless Phoenix smiled, his purple eyes reflecting the happy face of his friend opposite him, which made him take a sip of wine.

"It's nothing, Ferrus. Maybe I'm not used to this kind of exotic food. After all, toad meat that can explode in your mouth is still too advanced."

"Haha, you'll get used to it, Fogg. I have to say they are very delicious, and the survival of the fittest is the rule of the world, isn't it?"

"Come, let's drink to the victory of the Great Crusade!"

"cheers."

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In the secret room, the Emperor, who had regained his composure, was playing chess with Malcador. Next to him was Hogg, who had been severely beaten up. This was not because Hogg was caught spreading rumors, but because he had fallen into his old habit again.

Hogg, who just said he was very happy, didn't pay attention and accidentally mentioned the Emperor, saying that Fulgrim was like this because he inherited the Emperor's genes.

Finally, he said, "Like father, like son. If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked." It was clearly referring to the emperor's past scandals, and it also attracted Malcador's hatred.

The following plot can be imagined, Hogg, who had a slip of the tongue, was beaten by mixed doubles. The guards standing guard outside heard it, some were happy and some were worried, and the leader Kitty's face turned green.

You may ask why Hogg didn't fight back. After all, there are not many Primarchs who can beat him now, but how can he fight these two on the opposite sides?

Not to mention the Emperor, even a "mere mortal" Primarch like Malcador had to kneel down. His psychic power was enough to beat Hogg and cause real damage. Those who can leave a mark in the history of the Empire are no pushovers.

Hogg's gossip reminded Malcador that although the Empire had its own intelligence personnel, it did not have a complete department to conduct spying and internal monitoring.

This gave Malcador the idea of ​​coordinating forces to create a department, and he was discussing this matter with the Emperor, who agreed to his request.

The two old friends were discussing the composition of the new department and were having a very happy chat, but Hogg, who was eavesdropping on them openly, felt that something was wrong.

The departments that Malcador had envisioned were clearly the Assassins' Court and the Inquisition. If these two departments were established, he would definitely be the one who got hurt in the end.

After all, Hogg's background is indeed not clean. He deals with the Eldar, plays with the Zerg, and develops alien technology. He even eats aliens. It's just like it's written on his forehead that "I am not clean."

So after hearing this, Hogg no longer took it as a background and quickly expressed his thoughts, otherwise he would not even be able to eat a hot bite of shit.

"Old Ma! What do you think of our Blackwatch?"

"With our fast transportation and amazing resistance to the subspace, we are fully suitable for espionage missions! Besides, we don't like being fillers, so this job is for me!"

Although Hogg's words were well-founded, the Emperor knew he had no good intentions. If the supervisory department was put in his hands, who knows what would happen. Moreover, everyone in the Empire knew that the Black Watch had a little secret. They relied on their Eldar brothers to run around everywhere. Even if they had to use the warp to travel, their resistance greatly reduced the chance of getting lost.

Therefore, everyone accepted it even though they knew that part of the goods would be eaten. After all, what they swallowed was much less than what was lost, so they just considered it as hard-earned money.

It's never a bad deal to exchange your hard-earned money for high-quality service and fast efficiency.

This is something that is tacitly understood by the top brass of the empire, and the Black Watch are also very sensible in their actions, only taking half each time, and also taking care of everyone from top to bottom.

The most ridiculous thing is that if you calculate carefully, you will find that the amount of goods will increase invisibly according to this mode of transportation. It is simply weird.

To this day, the Ministry of Government under Malcador's jurisdiction does not understand how much Hogg actually earns from transporting goods, but what Malcador and the Emperor can be sure of is that Hogg is very rich.

Hogg, with his righteous face, had no idea that his little plan had been discovered, and he was still pretending to be innocent. The two old men looked at each other and understood each other's thoughts.

"Find out how much this kid has eaten" X2
The Emperor spoke first and asked, "Don't even think about touching the Supervisory Department. This department is definitely under the command of Malcador. But since you like transporting goods so much, I can give you a good job, but you have to answer a question."

Hearing that Old Man Huang would not give him the opportunity to infiltrate the Inquisition, but threw him a sweet date, Hogg was not disappointed and asked what the job was. After all, he could make money as long as he transported the goods.

"What do you want to ask, Old Man Huang? Let's make it clear first, don't ask about things related to the future. If you ask, we're done. And don't even think about my privacy. This is my personal matter."

"Don't worry, I'm not a fool like you. The empire is growing stronger and stronger, and it seems that its vitality is about to explode. I must be asking you about your future.

I just want to ask you a question, how much have you made in the past few decades? Makado and I have calculated it, but we still can't figure it out. What is the success rate of your transportation? "

It was known that these two Hoggs, who were unable to hold back their farts, were stumped by the question. You should know that this question was completely related to Hogg's roots. What would he do if people knew about it?

Hogg turned around and ran away with a reluctant look on his face, but even if he used all his strength, he could not push open the door of the secret room. He was directly dragged over by the Emperor and pressed into the sofa.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Hogg said reluctantly: "Not much, our success rate is only 60%, but this is our hard-earned money, you can't take it away."

"Still not honest! Tell me how much truth you are telling me."

Hearing this, Hogg burst into tears. He tremblingly made a seven gesture, then lay down on the sofa and burst into tears.

The Emperor and Malcador were shocked by the 70% that Hogg said. They instantly calculated the proportion that Hogg had consumed, which was an astronomical figure.

No wonder this bastard never asked for a penny and still had the ability to support other Primarchs. It turns out the big boss is here.

The emperor, who had figured it out, didn't say much. After all, Hogg didn't send these supplies to foreign enemies, so he just thought of it as transferring from one hand to the other.

"Don't worry, kid. We won't take your hard work fee. The job I give you is very simple. That is to collect taxes!"

Hogg, who thought it was a tough job, was confused. He suddenly felt that it was not good to get involved in the supervision department. Is Mr. Huang a fool? Let me collect taxes!

"Old man Huang, are you sure you want me to collect taxes?"

"Nonsense, it's just collecting taxes! Don't tell me you can't do such a small thing."

(End of this chapter)