Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 277 Chapter Technique

When the Governor stated the purpose of this meeting, all the nobles present were shocked.

They were talking quietly, chatting with the people around them. At first, they were just whispering, but their voices became louder and louder, and finally turned into a heated argument.

Some nobles even left their seats without regard for etiquette and walked up to the nobles opposite them and cursed them in person in front of everyone.

They were arguing and blaming each other, accusing each other of tactical mistakes that led to the failure of the entry, and some were even trying to analyze whether there was something wrong with the governor's mental state.

The Governor did nothing to stop the chaotic situation. This was a traditional skill of the Planetary Council. The more urgent the situation, the more slow the participants would be and the more they would argue over trivial matters.

After all, making important decisions means taking responsibility, and the nobles attending the meeting are the kind of guys who can make money without doing anything. If you want them to take responsibility, they will demonstrate to you the art of non-stick pans.

Only when they see the benefits on the table will these guys pounce on them like jackals to show off their intelligence, ability and hard work.

Although this was only the first Supreme Council of Karenya led by Esrik, before he became the Governor, he had attended every meeting his father held, so he was no longer surprised by this kind of chaos.

Although Esrick, who was familiar with politics, allowed these nobles to quarrel, the nun could not stand these insects.

The quarrel became louder and louder, and the nun's face became uglier and uglier. Finally, she slammed her fist down on the table.

"enough!"

Esrick glanced at the nun. He might not want these nobles to stop their endless verbal battle, but strictly speaking, he was here to ask for soldiers and equipment. It would be inappropriate for him to confront these nobles directly. It would be great if someone could be the bad guy for him at this time.

The nun is an excellent candidate. Her identity as the emperor's daughter ensures that she has the power to control the situation, and she doesn't care about offending these mortal nobles.

The nun's punch really quieted down the nobles, but the Battle Sister seemed unable to calm down. She slammed her fist on the table again and angrily scolded the nobles:

"You guys! What time is it now? Tens of thousands of loyal soldiers are trapped in enemy territory, in danger of being wiped out at any moment, and yet you... are still here arguing and wasting time over meaningless things. Don't you have even a hint of shame in your hearts? Where has your loyalty gone?! Are you still citizens of the Empire?!"

The nun's three consecutive questions did not cause any ripples. The nobles looked at the nun as if she were an unreasonable lunatic. They did not understand why an ignorant ape would intrude into the Supreme Council.

However, her identity as a battle sister still made these nobles maintain a sense of respect for her. After a silence of more than ten seconds, a noble stood up. He first bowed gracefully to the battle sister as a sign of respect, and then replied in a gentle tone:

"Sister, we are undoubtedly the most loyal subjects of the Empire. I deeply regret the unfortunate fate of these loyal heirs of the Empire. Our previous quarrel was precisely to find a way to rescue them. However, I'm sorry, from every perspective, rescuing them is now beyond our reach."

The nobleman's tone was gentle and full of charm, and the words and sentences he used were the extremely difficult to master High Gothic. Combined with his intonation, listening to him speak was like listening to someone recite poetry, making people feel comfortable and relaxed from the bottom of their hearts.

"Of course, we can force our troops regardless of the disparity in power, but then every loyal Imperial soldier will face an enemy a hundred times their size. I have no doubt about their fighting spirit and determination, but shouldn't you also consider the objective disparity? We can't sacrifice more Imperial Loyal Heirs just to save a few, not to mention that even if we sacrifice some, the trapped Imperial Loyal Heirs won't necessarily be saved."

The noble talked leisurely, while the nun's momentum was gradually dampened.

"Our best option right now is to conserve our strength and the flame, and await the arrival of the Divine Emperor's angels. Their wrath will then disintegrate all enemies of the Empire, and the trapped loyalists will naturally be rescued. If we rush into battle, perhaps even this last flame will be lost."

And in the end, this noble did not forget to finish off the enemy.

"I am deeply saddened by the plight of these loyal heirs. These past few days, I have lost my appetite and sleep. If sacrificing one of my own can redeem these loyalists, I am willing to sacrifice my life."

At this point, the noble even opened his arms to greet the nun and said, "Sister, can you carry out the will of the God-Emperor on my behalf? If so, please remove my heart in exchange for the lives of those who are loyal."

The noble's touching speech caused all the nobles to applaud him, and even Esrick clapped his hands in agreement.

There was no doubt that the noble was putting on a show. If someone really had the ability to take his heart in exchange for the survival of the trapped soldiers, he would definitely kneel down and beg for mercy and cry bitterly without any hesitation.

But the fact is that no one can do that, and he knows that no one here can do that, so he dares to perform and speak so unscrupulously.

He had said all the good things, and if you looked into it, there was really nothing wrong with these polite words. Even if what he said was recorded and the most severe interrogator were to find fault with it, the interrogator would only think that he was a good citizen loyal to the empire.

However, in such a difficult situation, these people were unwilling to even pretend to resist, but directly surrendered.

The nun punched the cotton in anger, and was then chased and mocked by the opponent. The nun was very angry and had an urge to rush up and crush the opponent's head, but she knew in her heart that there was no justification for her to do so.

Finally, the nun had to retreat angrily, while the nobleman sat down leisurely under the admiring gazes of other nobles.

In the game of politics, force is the most useless thing unless you can master the violence that overrides everything.

Why would someone who has the power of violence to override everything get involved in these wars of words?

When the nun appeared in this meeting room, the intimidation and threats she used to use were doomed to be ineffective.