"What do you mean Francis's taxes have already been collected 50 years in advance? Then what the hell am I even being a Planetary Governor for!"
"And you even handed over the population below as food? Good grief, that little bit of meat, it's not even enough to pay a damn tax!"
At first, Lion El''Jonson thought everything was going smoothly. Not only had he driven away that good-for-nothing Planetary Governor, but he had also managed to capture the leader of this band of Eldar pirates. It was a double blessing.
Logically speaking, all that was left to do was to dispose of these Eldar pirates, and then properly manage the current problems. Everything would get better, and everything would return to the right track.
Then, until Lion saw the current chaotic financial system. That idiot Planetary Governor had already collected taxes 50 years in advance, and the people below had been squeezed so dry that not a single drop of oil could be extracted from them!
Perhaps someone might ask, why didn't the people below rebel?
Well, those Servitors spinning in circles were once the rebels.
Moreover, Lion learned a truly outrageous piece of information: even if the agricultural tax of this world was collected at 99.9%, the remaining 0.1% would still be enough to feed the population on this planet.
Hmm, Lion strongly suspected that the reason for this result was likely because the people below had already started playing the Hunger Games!
First, they'd gnaw on their teammates' corpses, turn them into corpse starch, and reckon they could survive for a while longer.
To be short on food on an Agri-World, the political system of this Imperium is truly beyond saving.
"You bunch of idiots!"
Lion finally roared. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to kill these "flexibly loyal" fools. But if he actually killed them, he would become a commander without an army again.
His sons were fine at fighting, but as for letting them govern a country like Wolf Pups, he might as well just wash up and go to sleep!
A huge stack of data and documents was thrown away by Lion.
It wasn't that Lion didn't want to look, but Lion could see that looking at this trash data was completely useless!
The problem with this planet now was that it was rotten to the core, rotten to the point of being almost beyond saving. As soon as the tithe fleet arrived, no matter who the Planetary Governor was, they would have to go to the pyre and face white phosphorus torture.
Lion finally understood; he had become the scapegoat.
To treat Lion as a scapegoat—these pigs really dared to think big.
"Damn it, this is so annoying. Even if Guilliman came here, it would be beyond saving!"
Lion El''Jonson scratched his head, messing up his hair.
He understood that this planet was no longer a matter of management; even if the planet's total tax figures were changed back to what they were before, it couldn't save the fact that this planet was beyond saving!
The tithe fleet was arriving soon, and completing the remaining quota tasks was basically impossible. He wasn't worried about any white phosphorus torture; after all, if it really came down to it, he would just board the tithe fleet.
What frustrated Lion was that he couldn't complete the task his father had given him, and for the first time, he felt such a sense of helplessness.
He sat dejectedly on the throne, his Gothic skirt armor shining brilliantly under the sunlight.
That bright green glow draped a sacred cloak over Lion , even these nobles who had seen good things had never seen such a uniquely charming woman.
"I have a plan!"
A member of a merchant family responsible for the planet's trade spoke up. He looked at Lion face and said calmly and composedly.
"Perhaps we can solve this through marriage, my Planetary Governor. Your appearance is so beautiful, if we cooperate with the Rogue Trader families in this sector, perhaps it could work."
"Get lost, meow!" Lion roared, then signaled some of the Angels of Absolution with his eyes. Zabriel understood immediately, then picked up his greatsword and dragged the guy away.
"Wait, wait, my Lady, I was just suggesting, don't kill me, ahhhh!"
"I only considered that you were not yet married, which is why I suggested this method to solve the problem, ah woo!"
"Pfft~"
This guy, even more heretical than the Fallen Angels, had only said two sentences before he was crushed into a blood mist by the Fallen Angels. To vent the hatred in his heart, Zabriel even used a melta weapon to sear those remains!
The high-temperature jet completely vaporized everything of the guy in front of him. After dealing with the guy's blood mist, Zabriel couldn't help but spit twice at the pile of ashes.
"What kind of status does he have? And he wants to be the elder of the brothers!"
"The only one who can be matched with Lady Artoria is the Emperor. What kind of thing is he to be barking here!"
After whispering these secret words, Zabriel turned back to look at the nobles. At this moment, all the Angels of Absolution's melta weapons were aimed at them!
If these heretics dared to spout another word, the Dark Angels would immediately let them taste a death even more direct than white phosphorus torture: melta torture.
The moment a melta weapon fires, there will be absolutely no pain, because they will instantly turn into ashes, dying even more peacefully than those in a nuclear explosion.
Under the Planetary Governor's throne, all the nobles, great and small, were sitting on pins and needles. They could see that they didn't need to wait for the tithe fleet; the moment they made the young lady uncomfortable, they could be vaporized.
This was also very much in line with Lion style. Compared to Guilliman, Lion would always just kill those uncooperative mortal rulers directly.
The atmosphere became very heavy at this moment, and no one dared to speak. This oppressive atmosphere was very similar to the inside of the Dark Angels during the 30k era.
Everyone was afraid to speak, fearing that the irritable Primarch would kill them all directly.
However, everyone had their own little schemes; in any case, working hard was impossible.
If the remaining life couldn't be used for enjoyment, then it was meaningless!
"Lady Artoria..."
Zabriel spoke up at this moment, his voice pausing slightly, apparently not yet used to this form of address.
"My Lady, perhaps we should restore the planet's order and call back those Adeptus Mechanicus Genetor sect Tech-Priests who stopped cooperating first!"
"We should first let this planet restore order, at the very least, stop producing so many inhumane behaviors and stop implementing such outrageous policies!"
"That's right!" Lion had just finished speaking.
These good-for-nothings had already started shaking their heads. Their heads shook like rattles, and even if a bolter was pointed at their heads, they still indicated that they couldn't do the job.
"Damn it, why is it so hard for me to get you to do some work!"
"I don't believe it, can't I just beat you into working!"
Lion was very angry, and the consequences were very serious. Lion wanted to kill these nobles, but after thinking about the subsequent problems, he could only sigh.
Lion knew very well that the people under him didn't know how to play simulation management at all!
To be precise, even he himself wasn't good at it. Before, he had the Emperor and his thirteenth brother to handle logistics, but now that he was in charge, he could only say that daily necessities were too expensive.
Even if he beat them up now, so what? Would they listen if he beat them? What if he beat them and they still went through the motions? In this situation, could violence still solve the problem?
Thinking of this made Lion feel his scalp tingle. Matching wits and courage with these idiot nobles was really too difficult. It would be great if he could just make them obedient all at once.
"Sigh!"
Looking at the fawning smiles of those nobles, Lion only felt a headache. What way could make them behave obediently? At the very least, don't cause any more trouble for him.
"What's the trouble!"
The all-powerful blue cat popped out at this moment, and Lion also stated his request to Doraemon at this very moment.
"Nothing. It's just that I feel these nobles are truly too annoying!"
"This is an Agri-World, the people below are almost starving to death, and these guys are actually still treating human lives like grass!"
"Production can't be restored, and policy implementation is likely walking on thin ice."
"They have no confidence in the future, and I find it difficult to convince them to work properly for the Imperium!" Lion sighed and poured out his heart to Doraemon.
Then, Doraemon started rummaging through his four-dimensional pocket at this moment.
"Is that so? That is indeed a very troublesome matter!"
He licked his tongue, as if looking for something, but soon, he seemed to have found it!
[Doraemon is using a special item: Simulated Parliament.]
[This item can forcibly make a planet or even a country carry out a certain plan.]
[Note: This plan must be within the scope of human capability.]
[If it exceeds this scope, the Simulated Parliament will explode!]
"Hmm!" Caleb drank his tea and nodded silently. With Doraemon, this ultimate cheat, what problem couldn't be solved?
Although Doraemon could only use two items every once in a while. But every item was basically a conceptual-level object.
"Simulated Parliament!"
"Little Lion, take this!"
"This is the Simulated Parliament; you just need to write the policy on a piece of paper!"
"Then, as long as the bill you write can be executed, the people below will unconditionally execute it!"
"Really?" Lion had seen the magic of these Iron Men; the things in his pocket felt even more outrageous than the secret treasure vault in his Inner Circle.
"That's very good. Lion is going to issue his first decree!"
"Imperial Warmaster Code"
"Let's go with this; at the very least, let this planet return to normal first!"
"Otherwise, if it stays like this, it's really too abstract."
Consequently, at this moment, Lion formulated a new tax law to ensure the restoration of order on this planet. At the same time, he issued a mandatory order to the Adeptus Mechanicus on the planet to share their technology.
Although many of the articles here conflicted with the "Olympus Treaty", it was Lion who was in charge now, and Lion could determine everyone's morality and laws.
"Click!"
A file compression package was put into the Parliament, and then the lever was pulled. Suddenly, the people who were originally producing inefficiently seemed to have received some kind of call.
They first inexplicably started driving giant agricultural machinery and began using it. Immediately after, those Servitors who were originally spinning in circles in the fields also began to operate the sealed machinery.
The local Adeptus Mechanicus Tech-Priests, without any orders, directly sent a machine decoder. Subsequently, the entire planet's growth instantly returned to its peak period from decades ago.
"Holy cow, this is useful!"
Watching a large amount of nutrient solution bubble up from underground, Lion felt this was a prosperous and good thing. Although this meant the environment was being destroyed again, for the sake of paying taxes now, he could only do this for the time being.
"But this isn't enough!"
"Can we find a way to make their food production multiply several times over!" Lion' mentality changed; he suddenly felt that if there was a problem, he could just ask Doraemon next to him.
Maybe he could pull out a conceptual-level artifact from his pocket, and the problem would be solved!
"Hmm, this!" Doraemon scratched his head and thought for a moment. He immediately thought of a very good item.
"Actually, there is one, but that thing is very dangerous. Are you sure you want to use it!"
"Very dangerous?"
In order to complete the task, Lion didn't care if the item was dangerous or not! In the current situation, he had to take a risky move; regardless of whether it was dangerous or not, he would use it first!
"Then take it out and let me see!"
Little Lion also successfully perked up. Soon, Doraemon started using his four-dimensional pocket to take out the second item.
"Multiplication Potion!"
Doraemon took out a small bottle containing a magical liquid. This liquid was actually very, very dangerous; if one was not careful, this planet could be finished.
"Little Lion, I'm telling you, this thing is very dangerous. If you use it, you must eat all the food!"
"Drip this thing on the food, and it will double every 5 minutes!"
"If you don't turn this food into something else, or if you don't dispose of it, they will keep doubling!"
"Until the whole planet is submerged by food!"
Doraemon had already used his second item. Caleb understood that it wouldn't be long before Doraemon would be forcefully recalled. However, it wasn't a big problem; after a period of time, Doraemon could be used again.
"Isn't this a good thing!"
Little Lion snatched the bottle of magical potion and immediately sprinkled it directly into his granary! This action gave Doraemon a fright; he hurriedly waved his little hands, rushing to stop Lion's reckless behavior!
"Little Lion, you can't be reckless!"
"You have to eat these things quickly, otherwise there will be big problems!"
"After using this thing, every 5 minutes, all the food will grow exponentially!"
"In the most extreme case, it will even cause the entire planet to be covered by food, or even crush the planet's crust, directly turning a planet into a gas giant!"
Doraemon was going to restock, to restock some items. During this period, the items that had already taken effect would continue to take effect. Although the scope of Doraemon's items was limited to one planet, once this kind of conceptual-level item was used, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Oh, it's fine!"
"The biggest problem now is that there isn't enough food. When there's enough food, I'll bake all these things!"
"Don't worry, there's a huge food processing plant in the center of the hive city. When the time comes, just throw all this corn into the nutrition machine and turn it into starch cans, wouldn't that be fine!"
Doraemon seemed to have been persuaded by Lion; the fact was that there was indeed a food factory in the center of the hive city.
"Alright then!" Doraemon waved his little hand, then sat on the time machine, repeatedly instructing Lion.
"Then you must, absolutely must finish eating it, don't miss a single corn kernel!"
"I'm going to the future market to restock first!"
"Before I come back, you must be obedient and listen to your father!"
"Whoosh!"
Seeing Doraemon get on the time machine, he disappeared from the spot with a whoosh. Soon, the blue cat piece appeared in his hand!
This Doraemon piece was no longer the pure blue cat as before; there was an extra time machine on its base, which obviously kept the appearance of when he had just left.
"Interesting!"
Caleb held the Doraemon piece and put it back in its original place. Although he could only use two items per deployment, two items were already very awesome; this was simply a top-tier strategic card.
Back to Lion's side. Obviously, at this time, Lion didn't know how dangerous Doraemon's items were. Right now, he was still rubbing his hands, waiting for the corn to keep multiplying.