Warhammer: Start with a dog

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Finally, before the next harvest season in Olympia, all matters were basically settled and began to unfold in a way that was very pleasing to the eyes of senior officers such as the Seres and Fricks who had talents in management and logistics.

The construction of the schools was completed in just a few days after the location of each area was determined. They were tall, simple, and solid like small fortresses, with a fairly spacious space inside for the future teaching of warrior poets. So to mortals, these were chapel-like buildings, but very simple. After hearing the rumors, they appropriately gave these buildings a new Olympian name: the Hall of Knowledge of the Lord of Steel.

So before the end of Olympia's cool and pleasant summer, the first batch of students from the Palace of Knowledge, either crying or quietly carrying the uniformly distributed school bags, walked into the gate of the Palace of Knowledge closest to their town under the worried or reluctant gazes of their elders at home.

They will receive compulsory education here for at least five years and at most nine years, with the Lord of Steel himself using the legion's fleet as guarantee and a fund established with part of the money confiscated from the nobles as repayment of the principal. This education fund will be used to pay for the compulsory education tuition and miscellaneous fees of all Olympia students. If any of them is still unanimously evaluated by the teachers as being able to continue their studies after nine years of further study, then he or she will be allowed to enter a higher-level institution that has not yet started construction and be taught by more professional teachers.

As for where the “more professional teachers” come from…

"Anyway, this will happen nine years later, not the current priority. We can slowly look for it... There will always be a way out when you reach the mountain!" someone said optimistically.

After basic education, agriculture is another priority that needs to be ensured.

Eating is important, no matter where you eat.

Ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent of governance problems can be attributed to "no food" and "not enough food". Even the most submissive nations will riot without rice, and this is also recorded in the old earth.

A large number of tanks were equipped with plowshares, deep tillage heads or rotary tillage heads of various sizes - usually changed according to the appropriate width of the terraced hills, river valleys, lake plains that needed to be reclaimed or recultivated - and began to work in the fields efficiently and easily.

Previously, it would take several villages or even entire cities to drive the Heiros and private serfs to do two and a half months of work such as turning the soil, weeding, digging out tree roots and thorn roots, crushing and burning them. Now, all of this can be done by these huge steel beasts that eat promethium.

The work that usually takes a large number of strong laborers and the elderly, weak, women and children to deliver water and meals for two and a half months was completed in four days.

To be precise, it actually took them less than a day and a half to complete the previous work. After that, the Iron Warriors who had returned home and their comrades carefully and methodically learned from the farmers or their unfamiliar relatives how to pick up the gravel in the farmland more meticulously, make use of the land in the corners that could not be mechanized, burn and spray wood ash, clean the streets according to the orders of the Primarch and the Legion, build new sewer systems and septic tanks, biogas tanks, centralized composting, spray herbicides and pesticides on the turned soil, and so on.

Once they have seen it all and learned it, they begin to work at lightning speed and strength that amazes mortals.

For the Astartes who had undergone genetic modification and were allowed to use power armor reactors and electronic muscle bundles to help with their work, these were as easy as eating and drinking, and required no effort at all. On the contrary, some Iron Warriors could not get over the psychological barrier, and believed that these things were too trivial, boring and uninteresting, and that fighting, sieges and other battles were more in line with their positioning.

This kind of emotion would not erupt into a bloody fight, but when many people learned that the Primarch had made up his mind and that the consequences of disobeying would most likely include dishonorable execution, this kind of behavior basically disappeared. After all, being sent to the assault company of the siege camp or being directly executed by onlookers just because you "don't want to build a septic tank for your fellow villagers" is much more dishonorable than doing farm work.

Ramizar commented on this, "Many people always like to reconcile and compromise. If you ask them to help their fellow villagers and stop fighting, some warmongers in their bones will always refuse. But if you say they don't want to go, chop off their heads and use them to lay the foundation for septic tanks, they will immediately reconcile and be willing to do farm work again. This quick-witted ancient philosopher is really honest."

"He sounds like a very wise philosopher, brother." Kelly Fanny looked up from the piles of someone's scribbled notes with her new goggles and smiled. "I haven't heard of his words. Does he have any other philosophical advice that can help us gain more wisdom from our ancestors?"

"Oh, of course, sister. This philosopher also has a famous saying. For example, when he wrote this one, he hoped that the young people in his country could get rid of the coldness and just move forward. Those who can do something can do it, and those who can speak out can speak out..."

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"Humph, if it were me, I would never let her take the lead in the conversation so easily."

Perturabo BC was too lazy to roar. He snorted as he picked up the water pitcher to feed the pigeons and listened to the latest reports about more spacecraft docking in Wandering Port seeking refuge.

Although the Imperial Sanctuary was still illuminated by the Astronomican after the appearance of the Dove, its light was now confirmed by more and more ships docking at the port to be "very unstable, like a variable star, sometimes too dim, sometimes too bright. During this period, the casualty rate of special psykers such as navigators was almost to the point where every voyage was like a gamble."

Therefore, the signboard of Wandering Port, which can stably illuminate the nearby sub-star regions and protect ships and crews from a certain degree of resistance to madness and chaos, has become particularly valuable. Many capable and courageous families have sent people here to investigate and try to buy land, or try to contact the two consuls directly. The "delicious and nutritious" small ordinary wooden tables and chairs are now filled with agents of dignitaries from all sides or second and third generations of relatives. They are all trying to gain more benefits for their families in the rapid expansion and limited inner circle of this emerging mysterious safe haven.

Wandering Port is now more mixed than before, fortunately there are the garrison from Cartier and the very deterrent security team of the Carlosini Dynasty. However, because they now have three planets, Carrick, Pearl Moon and Bellakarn, that need additional guards, the remaining manpower seems to be insufficient in the face of the rapidly expanding Wandering Port area and population.

"Damn it... If only Fulgrim could go out and negotiate with them directly, this wouldn't be easy. No, no, with Pallas's personality, he might kill people right after he finishes negotiating the terms... It would be better to let Magna, no, no, he can't appear in public... Damn it! Why is Guilliman dragging his feet?! How long will it take him to finish this?! Did he send another document saying that Sigismund and the others would have to be returned later?!"

When he thought about how he had to do all these difficult things by himself day and night, Perturabo BC wanted to cook his father, the flat-haired beast, alive countless times.

But before the old pigeon can bring Ramizann back intact, conscious and without amnesia, the Lord of Black and White Steel is still in the control of his flat-haired white old Deng.

This matter in the old earth can be called "killing the mouse for fear of breaking the jade bottle."

For example, now - the white dove squatted contentedly in the soft, thick and dense fur between the dog's ears, put its feet and belly in the warm fur of the dog, and said, "Coo-coo--"

The steward of the Royal Court of Rilanor kindly served freshly made data mana bags, grilled fish cakes, promethium soda and mulled wine to Magna and Pallas, who were sitting aside and dared not make any extra noise but only work hard on paperwork.

-Yes, although I don’t know why I can see “kindness” from the helmet mask of a Contemptor Dreadnought that is not even a head, but Rilano does look very “kind” now.

"The snacks and drinks delivered to me at work recently are all very retro. Rilano." Fulgrim Pallas picked out a grilled fish cake that looked the most imperfect, and tried to repair it to a more perfect appearance before eating it. "Did the fishing grounds on the Pearl Moon have a good harvest? I remember that this kind of snacks here were usually sweet before."

"Ah, that's because, respected Lord Fulgrim," the Royal Court Steward politely glanced at the resentful Iron Plush King and his new pigeon crown, then turned his gaze back, "Recently, the clean water on our ship will turn into wine if we are not careful, and other ingredients are often accidentally turned into fish and bread, so we need everyone to consume more. Of course, don't worry, the experiment of trying to use waste liquid, soil and stone to make high-quality wine and bread has been put on the agenda."

"..." The young Phoenix's face suddenly twisted as he took a big bite of hot fish cake.

Magna Dorn quietly "ate" his share through the cable and fuel tank straw.

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"He was a philosopher with a lot of ideas. If there are still many philosophical sayings like this that have been passed down and widely circulated," Kelly Fanny smiled, "they are indeed very different from the customs and fashions of Olympia. They are full of depth of thought and foresight."

At this moment, Ramizarn felt like a bucket of cold water was poured from the back of his head all the way to his spine. He didn't say anything just now, did he? He just said some famous quotes...

"Ahem, I think so too, sister. There is indeed too much lost ancient wisdom in the old earth that we need to dig out from the ruins."

"Yes." She nodded gracefully, her silver-white hair reflecting the light behind the scarf, emitting a soft luster, "Just like when you dug out the secret library."

...What is the secret library? !

In that awkward second when the air froze, Ramizane quickly brainstormed based on all the fragmented information he had heard.

"...Yes! Yes! You really should read more about the contents of that library, sister. Those are all ancient people... oh, actually, strictly speaking, they are the knowledge left by the previous batch of colonists who colonized Olympia in the past."

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“Is that really the case?” She nodded slowly and majestically. “The ancients… that must have happened a long, long time ago… they could actually change the entire planet’s topography. With such great power, I’m afraid this is the true god in the legend…”

"The work of mortals year after year and day after day will create the miracle of filling the sea and leveling the mountains. This is also recorded in the old Earth. Moreover, the ancient colonists also came from the old Earth. The black judges in the Metara Cluster who used to come and take away humans were their more evil legacy. Rather than saying that the gods shaped the current landscape of Olympia, it is better to say that human legends always tend to shape humans into gods."

Kelly Fanny smiled nostalgically when she heard this. "You still love to say that gods don't exist, Abo. According to you, the twin gods in the Olympian legend may be two mortals."

"Who knows? But I think it's very possible. Twins are closely associated with mysterious phenomena and rituals."

"Indeed." Although they were chatting, she did not delay the work in her hands at all. It was obvious that this woman who was once evaluated by her sharp-eyed father as "my only child with political talent, but unfortunately he is not a boy" had been accustomed to handling daily affairs at the same time over the past many years. She pushed a document that she had read and marked towards Ramizane.

"Take a look. Abo, see if my arrangement of your draft recording the victory of Ullanor and the meeting of Nikaea is wrong?"

"Oh... you've finished reading it! What a fast speed! What neat notes!" Ramizarn picked it up in admiration, glanced at the title, and immediately suffered from severe choice difficulty.

The heading of the document was written in an elegant official style: "A summary, comparison and analysis of the key points in the Battle of Ullanor and the Conference of Nikea, a compilation of conjectures on the possible lists of legions and brothers, and suggestions on the principles of possible countermeasures."

…Is this the "playful, complex, smart and perceptive" girl that Perturabo had once come closest to liking this sentiment?

Pepe, your sister is also quite scary in some ways...

"No matter how you calculate it, the remaining time is only enough to go to one place. Although Ullanor is next year and Nicaea is the year after, Ullanor is much closer than Nicaea. Moreover, there is a serious problem with Nicaea, which is that its location can only be found and reached by relying on the psychic beacon launched by the Emperor..."

Wait, Ramizane looked at his notes and took out his draft from that time.

This problem still exists.

If Nicaea was more than a year later, there is an almost universally accepted statement that "Perturabo built the theater for the Council of Nicaea."

It is known that at least in August of 999.M30, Perturabo was still hunting space scavenger rats at the other edge of the galaxy...

Perturabo was unaware of the victory of Ullanor and the ceremony of enthroning the Warmaster in 000.M31, and did not attend. Judging from the timing, he was likely to rush back to Olympia, which had already completely rebelled, to quell the rebellion and cause the death of Caelphini...

So……

When Magnus and the Thousand Sons arrived at Nikaea in the 001.M31 meeting, they saw this amphitheater. Who the hell built it and put it on my dog's head?