Chapter 444 Someone Has to Take the Blame
I'm sorry for being a human being!

As a biologically and even sociologically identifiable human being, one must not only do one's job well and maintain vital signs, but also maintain the basic requirements of being a human being in terms of personality.

Physical death is not scary, what is scary is social death, because you never know how many years your embarrassing stories will be talked about, and Guilliman is in this state.

Wrapping himself tightly in his quilt, Guilliman, who had nowhere to go, looked embarrassed. He picked up a teapot from the pile of rubbish behind him, poured himself and Hogg a cup of herbal tea that he had prepared for who knows how long, and then told his story:
"I vaguely remember that it was a sunny day, and the aroma of the canteen's food had gradually drifted to the government affairs hall. As soon as I smelled it, I knew it was my favorite dish. Even though I was tired from marking government papers for a long time, I felt sincerely happy."

“But for some reason, everything changed from that day on. My mother no longer called me child, but called me a rebellious son. My descendants no longer called me father, but used him instead.

Even though I wasn't chopped down by my mother's axe, I could feel that everyone looked at me in an unpleasant way, as if they were looking at a piece of garbage.

Even the most despicable and shameless old man Huang would look at me strangely, and would occasionally hold a strong-brained cat and wander around in front of me.

My life is over, and for this, I can only numb myself with work. But every time I think of the culprit, I can't swallow this anger!
You said that people should have basic credit, I paid the money and he agreed, but why did this happen, Hogg, do you know the reason?"

Looking at Guilliman with fierce and bloodshot eyes in front of him, and then looking at the cup of so-called herbal tea in his hand with strange bubbles, a bad premonition arose in Hogg's heart.

"Gulp," he swallowed his saliva. Hogg, who had already caught a glimpse of the hot melt bomb under the quilt, hurriedly explained:

"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, brother, this thing of yours can't kill me at all. If you die, who will take care of the government affairs?

Think about Mrs. Euton. Do you want to make the mother who has raised you sad?

I haven't prepared to spread the photo yet. Have you forgotten that I left with Dorn? You were also someone who used that magic circle. It's impossible that I spread dirt on you 40,000 years ago!"

As soon as he said this, Guilliman threw away the teacup in his hand, pressed Hogg to the ground, and shouted madly:

"Kara Network is the backyard of your Blackwatch. Everyone knows this. That photo appeared on the Internet. No one else could have done such a thing except you.

Damn you, Hogg!"

It would be fine if he was the one doing the bad things, but Hogg was really wronged this time. The photo was now safely in the pocket of the dimension. How was it possible?

"Wait, Guilliman, please put down that bomb. I think I know who it is."

Hogg extended a tentacle, connected to Guilliman's nervous system, and took him to his memory palace. When he saw this magical place, the socially dead guy's anger was also dispersed by the high-purity psionic energy.

Seeing a dining car parked in the corner, Guilliman was confused about this messy place. Even though he knew it was deep in Hogg's memory, why would there be a dining car in the bedroom? What on earth was this bastard thinking about every day? Was he cooking while lying on the bed?
With curiosity, Guilliman stretched out his hand to lift the canopy of the dining car, but before he could touch it, he was punched in the waist, and then he heard Hogg say to him:
"You are such an uneducated fellow. If it weren't for proving my innocence, I would have kicked you out long ago. If you touch me again, be careful that Lady Euton will kill you.

Come with me, I will take you to find out the truth, we have both been fooled by that bastard."

In the spiritual world, Hogg is the creator of this place. Guilliman cannot twist his thigh at all, so he turns around and comes to a terminal.

Looking at the obviously different layouts around him, Guilliman picked up a piece of cloth that was obviously not suitable for Hogg to wear, pointed at the women's clothing scattered around and asked:
"No, buddy, what are you thinking about usually? Don't fall into this horrible abyss of women's clothing like Old Man Huang!" Guilliman was extremely excited at this moment. Even though he said righteous words, he had been hit by high concentrations of psionic energy, and his heart was already flying with excitement, full of the excitement of prying into other people's inner little secrets.

The spiritual world cannot be deceived. Hogg, disgusted by his thoughts, stood up and kicked him, dragging him to the terminal:
"I think you don't want to live anymore, you bastard. This room belongs to Shafulin. If she finds out, I won't be able to save you. Open your dog eyes and see clearly. I am innocent."

After opening the terminal and entering the two keywords "Original" and "Black Material" in the search bar, 20 folders were neatly arranged on the screen.

They casually opened the folder labeled Guilliman, and several photos appeared in front of them. One of the photos made Guilliman's eyes burst out, and he shouted:
"That's what destroyed me."

After physically comforting the socially destitute young man, Hogg clicked on the memory information of the photo and dragged the progress bar directly to the end. Immediately, a video began to play in the terminal.

Following the screen's perspective, Guilliman saw the photo being picked up by a pair of hands in research uniforms, while Hogg in the picture was holding an ancient book and talking non-stop.

Finally, the photo was put in the book, and Hogg and Dorn disappeared above the magic circle in a burst of rainbow light. Guilliman finally saw the owner of those hands.

"Emperor?"

After leaving the spiritual world, Guilliman put down the melta bomb in his hand. When he thought of the various humiliations he had suffered in the past three years, the anger in his heart could not be stopped.

He couldn't believe that the emperor could be so shameless. Not only did he spread slander, but he also held a strong-brain cat and mocked him every time he saw him. He had never seen such a shameless person.

"This is despicable! How could such a person be my father? Did I destroy the Milky Way in my previous life?"

However, Hogg added fuel to the fire. He took out his terminal and used Kara's authority to search for the original release location of the photo. The golden Himalayas logo said it all.

As a government official stationed on Holy Terra all year round, Guilliman works very hard and will burst out with passion even for the smallest things, because he knows that other brothers will not take him with them, and he can only rely on his own talents to contribute to the expedition.

"Yellow skin, I am blind. Since you don't look like a king, don't blame me for being rude."

"What? I seemed to hear someone saying I'm handsome!"

The sound came before the person arrived. The emperor, who had just completed an offline box-opening event, drove his golden dreadnought to the gate of the underground palace. Seeing that the bastard Hogg had returned, he immediately wanted to know the results of this journey.

After looking at each other, the two nodded. Guilliman took out his Phase Sword, and Hogg took out his Frostmourne. Without any hesitation, the two big guys rushed over:

"Die for me, you yellow-skinned bastard!"

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(End of this chapter)