Inside the palace-like office.
The nobles and officials who heard this turned pale instantly.
Although trading portraits of the God-Emperor in private is no secret, you are openly saying you want to sell the 'God-Emperor' just to feed the commoners.
Aren't you afraid that His Holiness, the God-Emperor, will be displeased?!
The local nobles couldn't help but keep glancing at Sith, even signaling with their eyes that he could retract what he just said, and they would pretend they hadn't heard it.
But seeing Sith, after finishing his sentence, specifically glance at the portrait of the God-Emperor from the 30K era behind him, and then turn directly to ask Van Roth how much it might sell for, everyone realized that this Lord Sith before them really didn't 'take the God-Emperor seriously'.
Especially seeing the dual-saint, personally favored by the Imperial Regent and simultaneously recognized by the Ecclesiarchy and Adeptus Mechanicus, discussing with an Inquisitor how much the God-Emperor could sell for, they could only gape, then suddenly bury their heads and curse 'Tzeentch'.
This Blue Bird, to think it would let me see such an unholy sight.
It wasn't until the Blackwatch guarding the hall began to execute Sith's orders, packing up the valuable items in the office in public, and also turning to go out, preparing to have all the valuables in the entire Hyberia Hive Sector that couldn't be eaten or used packed up as well, that the local nobles finally snapped back to reality.
Afterward, what awaited them was Daviello, after Van Roth had left to begin the confiscations, thrusting an order just signed by Sith in front of them.
"An order personally signed by Lord Sith; your assets are confiscated."
"Huh?"
"We're being sold too?!"
The nobles' faces instantly turned ashen; only now did they understand Sith's words from earlier—'all valuable things' actually included them, these gold-encrusted and silver-adorned nobles!
Facing Daviello, who turned to execute the order after speaking, the nobles panicked instantly.
Making them live a life of labor for food was worse than death.
So, driven to a 'dead end', the nobles gritted their teeth and suddenly... knelt before Sith.
What? Why not use the opportunity of having numbers and being close to resist?
Not to mention that strange super-battleship that suddenly appeared in orbit, which looked for all the world like the Imperator Somnium.
Just the various 'miracles' in the propaganda of the Ecclesiarchy meant that no one present dared to even harbor a thought of resistance.
Making them attack Sith was worse than making them live a life of labor for food.
"Lord Sith, this... this kind of thing is not supported by Imperial law!"
They wanted to reason, but Sith, who was checking the detailed report of the Alert Star, was suddenly stunned upon hearing this.
He even took a serious look at the nobles below, feeling the God-Emperor watching him at all times from behind, and the God-Emperor even thoughtfully sent him a dream, showing the panda eyes on Guilliman and the High Lord.
Sith couldn't help but laugh directly.
In the Empire, wanting to use reason or law to restrain him?
Even Guilliman wouldn't dare!
After Sith finished reading carefully, he couldn't help but laugh in frustration and buried his head again, scanning the report while speaking casually:
"A High Lord is worth jack shit!"
Not even bothering to respond with his attitude toward the law, Sith simply crossed his legs and started cursing in public.
After all, the laws were also formulated by the High Lords; Sith pointed straight to the core of the problem, completely extinguishing the nobles' hopes.
Listening to Sith's words, the nobles' faces stiffened; kneeling on the ground, they held back for a long time, unable to utter a single word!
Until finally giving up completely, they could only try their best to maintain their composure, gritting their teeth and bowing their heads, preparing to send Sith's words to Terra so the High Lords could properly deal with Sith!
Ignoring the nobles being led away, and facing the officials on the other side who were already terrified into silence, Sith's face, which had just been amused to laughter by the nobles, gradually calmed down again.
Then, the more he looked, the tighter his brows knitted, and his sighs came one after another.
Until the officials' faces were deathly pale, Sith finally put down the report helplessly, took a deep breath, and pointed at a list while looking at the officials:
"Didn't Guilliman say that all nearby sectors were to support the reconstruction of the Alert Star?"
"Why hasn't even one percent of the supplies on this list been delivered by the surrounding sectors?"
The officials looked at each other; with the earlier setup, they dared not show the slightest negligence toward Sith now.
Finally, an official in charge of this area trembled as he moved half a step closer to Sith:
"Lo... Lord."
Before speaking, he even swallowed dryly, and only after confirming there was no murderous intent on Sith's face did the official muster the courage to speak:
"Because the nearby sectors are all in emergency..."
The official spoke quickly, and Sith, who had originally thought it was the nobles' mischief again, gradually calmed his emotions.
After the other party finished speaking, he helplessly withdrew his gaze.
In short, the plan was beautiful, but reality was cruel; the nearby sectors that should have borne the heavy reconstruction work of the Alert Star were currently in a situation where they themselves needed massive support from the outside.
Under these circumstances, being able to guarantee the arrival of a dozen merchant ships' worth of supplies every day was already them using their own flesh and blood to fill the stomach of the Alert Star.
Although the supplies on these merchant ships consisted mainly of refugees that the various sectors truly could not feed.
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