Chapter 719 The Empire Needs Struggle

What is the most important thing when you go home? Of course, eating!

Although Hogg and Lorgar had been a dog and a weasel throughout this journey, they had a much better life than Old Man Huang. They picked up two younger brothers as soon as they landed, and were then fed by the Amotok clan, enjoying the decadent and corrupt life of the Eldar aristocracy.

But no matter how glorious it is, you still have to be down-to-earth when you return home. While all the good brothers are here, Hogg suggests that we go out for a good meal. This move draws cheers from everyone, and then he leads everyone to the Rambo House next to the Government Affairs Hall.

"Open the door, Rambo! We are your guests."

Rambo is a dog man, possibly the best one among dogs. In terms of maternal love, he is no less than Guilliman, his nominal master. He was once Lady Euton's bodyguard and can be considered a domestic pet.

In terms of status, Rambo has been promoted all the way. After being sent to Holy Terra as a guard by Lady Euton, he has now become a commander. He is one of the five commanders under Waldor and can at least talk to every primarch.

Not to mention that the Rambo clan has been loyal for generations and is a legitimate dog-man noble family. They can flatter and serve as lackeys in the Golden Throne nearby, or wear armor and hold spears to show their loyalty in the Bronze Throne far away.

Rambo has mastered both the black and white worlds. His quality of life is better than that of his master Guilliman, and he is even more lazy than Hogg, the dog emperor. He even bought a mansion next to the Government Affairs Hall with his own strength.

With a car, a house and a job, Rambo is ahead of at least 99% of dog people. His future is bright. He is the dog that neighbors praise as someone else's, and Mrs. Euton is very proud of it.

But there are exceptions to everything. After Rambo bought the mansion, his nightmare began. It was not because the dog was lazy, but because there were always people coming to his house to eat and drink for free.

From Guilliman, who was socially dead in the beginning, to the Emperor who tasted the sweetness later, they have completely relied on this place, coming here whenever they have something to do or not. Although they didn't make Rambo bankrupt, their quality of life is getting worse day by day.

He had no choice but to be forced to do some part-time jobs to supplement the family income.

Through the peephole, Gou Zi saw his own emperor standing in front of the door. As a member of the Rambo family who had been enjoying the emperor's grace for generations, Gou Zi could not do anything like turning his own emperor away. In addition, there was only Hogg outside the door, so Rambo opened the door directly.

It happened in a flash. Before Rambo could open the door completely, he was taken in by a group of big guys who rushed out from the corner.

Looking at the 14 big guys filling up the living room, Rambo's heart was bleeding. After a long while, he forced a smile and shouted:

"There are 14 VIP guests! Make a few more pots of rice. Use the biggest pot."

When they heard that Gouzi would provide meals, smiles appeared on everyone's faces. After all, just to get a free meal, they had walked around the street for several laps and came just at mealtime.

I have to say that Rambo's taste is indeed good. The chefs are hired from the Garden World. Over the past two hundred years, these chefs have been passed down for three generations and their skills are extremely superb.

Soon, a table full of food that was as good as a banquet was served. As the host, Rambo was of course at the top, but he did not have the slightest pride. Every swallow he took represented a rapid depletion of his wallet.

However, Hogg soon discovered something wrong. It wasn't that the food tasted bad, but compared to the luxurious meals he had eaten before, the food was much more bland. It was basically just bread as a staple food, without even a piece of meat.

"Rambo, how come your living standard has become so bad after I was away for five years?" Hearing the question from his own dog emperor, the grievances accumulated over the years burst out instantly. Rambo threw himself on Hogg and cried:
"Boss, I'm suffering! Don't be fooled by my appearance, but I have two good-for-nothings at home. The Emperor and Guilliman come to my place every day to eat and drink for free, and even live here. The most hateful thing is that they don't even pay me.

If it were anyone else it would be fine, but I can’t beat these two bastards, and I can’t scold them away.

My family is almost broke now, maybe after you leave I will sell this house and rent an apartment in the bottom nest, and say goodbye to the top floor life completely. "

Rambo's crying was so heartbreaking that Hogg had no choice but to swallow another piece of bread with tears in his eyes. The other primarchs also felt indignant, but they did not stop eating.

When the last piece of bread was swallowed, there was no food left on the table. The plates were cleaner than if they had been washed. Everyone slumped in their chairs with a look of satisfaction on their faces, except Rambo who was still complaining to Hogg.

"Well, this is indeed a problem. The two of them really went too far. Not only did they eat your food and drink your drinks, but they also left us with nothing but bread to eat here.

Don't worry, boss, I've made a fortune this time. Even a little bit of it would be enough for you to spend for the rest of your life. But I'm curious, why don't you guys go to the palace for dinner? I remember the food in the palace should be very good."

Now not only Rambo, but all the other Primarchs looked unhappy. Finally, Russ, who had been beaten up before and was still bruised and swollen, spoke up:

"Don't mention it. That was an old story from ten thousand years ago. I don't know which bastard did this. Now the chefs in the Government Affairs Office and the Imperial Palace are all field chefs transferred from Safra. Even the farts would shake their heads when they see the food they make. It's not much better than corpse starch, except that it won't kill you.

I have done experiments before, using that stuff to feed the legion's pets can directly poison our wolves to death. Only a moron would eat that kind of biological poison."

Hogg knew the reputation of the Safra Chemical Dogs. This planet was teeming with criminals and scum, even worse than Zaun. Their poison resistance was maxed out, and the food they made might not be much better than the protein bars made from promethium.

"So after so much time, no one cares?"

"No, now everyone in the government office has to find their own jobs. I heard that the group of biochemical cooks have been recruited by the Death Guard to make biochemical poisons specifically for Mortarion."

Mortarion nodded, indicating that this was indeed the case. He had already stuffed these unruly creatures into the Astra Militarum, and they were probably making biological bombs in the factory.

The explanations given by the two made Hogg see a business opportunity. Their Blackwatch once provided Didi meal service, and although they no longer do so, this is a completely blue ocean market.

Even other livelihood industries are extremely lacking. Apart from being able to play games online and curse at each other, the living standards of ordinary people have not improved.

As a giant organization that monopolizes the empire's transportation and communications, although they have no intention of competing for this piece of cake, this problem happens to be right in front of them. Now that the empire is stable and improving, it is time for the people of the empire to fight for it.

"Guys, I have an idea!"

(End of this chapter)