Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"Good to meet you, Lord Inquisitor."

"It doesn't have to be, I'm just a messenger."

Bonavia was wearing her straight uniform, the female judge's expression was extremely serious, and the scars on her face were very horrifying: "Please come and meet me, captain."

Hearing this, the man standing opposite her gave a wry smile: "I'm the captain below, what's the matter with you?"

He doesn't have a background, he's just a rogue businessman who is too small to be small, and the boat under his feet is also a family heritage. The Inquisitor lady is here to kill him now, without any consequences. He had to be careful, be careful, be careful.

Bonneville frowned. "What are you afraid of?"

The captain was at a loss for words. He was a middle-aged man with black hair and an unremarkable appearance. The only advantage is probably that he is quite tall. He smiled wryly, "I just—"

"Okay, I know what you're afraid of, see clearly!"

Bonavia pointed to the imperial double-headed eagle on her uniform, and said sternly: "If you haven't done anything to endanger the empire, then you don't need to be afraid! If you are loyal, I'll take care of you. Just a passerby!"

She approached the captain, squinted, and asked word by word, "Are you loyal? Captain?"

Cold sweat rolled down his forehead in an instant.

"I, of course I am loyal, Lord Inquisitor."

The captain vividly embodies what makes laughing worse than crying: "You, you, what's the matter with you?"

"You visited the Ultramar Five Hundred Worlds half a month ago to conduct a trade. Is the record true?"

"True, true!"

"What's the deal? Don't try to lie to me, I'll get any records on the matter, and if I find out you're lying, trust me, Captain."

Bonavia smiled meaningfully: "You don't want to know what I'll do to you."

"I will never lie!"

The captain was almost scared to death—he had been in the sea of ​​stars all these years, and even if he had heard it, he had heard of the trial procedures of the judges. Even if he was given a powerful stimulant now, he would not dare to disobey this judge who seemed to be a ruthless character.

"Very good, Your Excellency Captain." Bonavia nodded. "Your family has only been passed down for two generations. You only have a Conquer-class interstellar sailboat. I want to ask you, how did you get online with Ultramar Five Hundred World?"

"I......."

His hesitation made Bonavia frown unpleasantly, and in the darkness behind her, a cold and heavy voice came out: "Let me come."

In that instant, goosebumps rose from the captain's skin.

He began to tremble uncontrollably, and cold air emerged from the darkness behind the female inquisitor, like a dead hand, holding his heart coldly and mercilessly. Just hearing the sound made him almost faint with fear.

Then came the sound of footsteps.

Heavy, unforgiving, monotonous. A giant emerged from the darkness, looking down at the sluggish captain. Reaching out his hand to lift him off the ground - always mentioning that it is parallel to his own eyepiece.

In an unwavering tone, the giant said, "Speak, or I'll let you speak."

Half a minute later, he started pouring beans in the bamboo tube and explained everything. Even the idea of ​​smuggling has been mentioned, and there is no omission.

Without embarrassing the captain too much, Bonavia quickly left the ship with Frank. Which trade ronin doesn't smuggle? If the water is clear, there will be no fish, and if the management is too strict, these people will not be able to eat enough. What's more, he hasn't smuggled it yet - it won't be too late to check him again, he should have some money by then.

What they are currently riding is a small boat, and it is not unusual for them to be visible. Mostly used for short-distance voyages, the destination of this trip is to return to the Ultramarine Primarch on the Glory of Macragge.

Frank didn't feel bad about him, but he didn't like it either. He doesn't like anyone, and he just respects Steve. The Punisher stood silently near the wall, merging with the darkness. He didn't even choose to sit down, the Inquisitor sat beside him, writing something on a portable personal computer.

"What are you writing?" Frank asked rarely.

"Oh!" Bonavia was obviously startled too. "It's nothing, my lord, it's just a mission report."

"To whom?"

"...I wrote two copies, my lord. One for Lord Guilliman and one for the Inquisition." She sighed. "The paperwork is just too hard to do."

Frank's tone and question sounded like an interrogation: "Why write twice?"

"Because I have to hand in two copies, my lord..." The judge grimaced, the paperwork was a nightmare for her. "I wouldn't want to write so much if I could."

"Outdated bureaucracy," Frank commented coldly.

He shook his head: "I don't understand, why not let me kill them all? These worms are just wasting food. Better to give them to those who really need them, like the soldiers on the front lines. ."

Bonavia put down the paperwork in her hand, she raised her head and looked up at Frank in the darkness, and said slowly, "Sir..."

"Ok?"

"Even in the Inquisition, killing will only be used as a last resort." The female Inquisitor said solemnly.

"Everyone's life is the Emperor's currency, some rusted, some shiny. We won't commit suicide unless absolutely necessary. Except for traitors, of course."

"Every traitor deserves to die," she said murderously.

"But your methods are too drastic - the status quo of the empire is like this, corrupt and incompetent bureaucrats are everywhere, and we have nothing to do about it. Because without these people, the system of the empire will collapse. The power of two evils , take it lightly, my lord, we have no other choice."

"Maybe," Frank said noncommittally. "Maybe my methods are fierce and ruthless, but killing them will make the world a better place."

"Kill them, there will be more corrupt and incompetent **** vying for that position below, causing even greater unrest." Bonavia said. "You might feel like you're doing good things, but in reality...not."

Frank stared at her and said nothing for a while.

"I never said I was doing good deeds, Bonavia."

He called her name for the first time, but his tone remained unwavering.

"I know what I am - I am a monster fighting a war that is long over. I will die, but nothing will stop me from putting bullets in their heads until I die. Maybe kill If I kill them, there will be more **** like this, so I will kill them until they dare not."

The female judge shook her head helplessly, and she continued to do her paperwork. She knew that she could not convince this paranoid adult.

Leave the hard work to someone else.

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Revenge.

The mage, who had disappeared for three days, came out of his quiet room with a mess of black hair, looking very calm. Hearing the news, Angron looked at his golden eyes but was a little stunned.

"You..." He said incredulously, "You are actually his biological son, right?"

"...?"

He Shenyan almost fell to the ground, and he said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? This is just part of the aftermath."

"Sequelae?" Angron accurately grasped the point in his words.

"I burned myself many times with his psionic power as flames to drive away Nurgle's blessing."

He Shenyan said it lightly, but Angron almost took a breath.

"Are you crazy?!"

"Almost, I've never been awake." He Shenyan replied solemnly. "Don't be so surprised, I've done a lot of similar things, and I survived every time."

"You haven't considered the possibility of your failure?"

"Yes, but I succeed every time."

Angron's eyes twitched, he had never seen a person like He Shenyan.

The primarch who swallowed the world took a deep breath and said slowly: "You represent many things now, Mage, in my eyes, you are even more representative of the future of a part of humanity than the guy sitting on the chair, So, you have to-"

"—don't bring me such a tall hat."

The mage smiled and waved his hand, but his tone was serious: "Without him, human beings are nothing now. I just made a small contribution, let's talk about other things."

He raised his chin: "Does the teleportation technology feel okay?"

"Very good, much more comfortable than torpedoes, no bumps, fast speed, and can launch a surprise attack in an instant. It is also accompanied by strong light, and it can even blind them for an instant."

Angron couldn't be more satisfied: "There is only one question, can this thing be popularized?"

"Yes, but the conditions will be very harsh." He Shenyan spread his hands. "You are Astartes, the magic circle was designed by me, and the magic power of the Vengeance was supplied by me. So your teleportation was successful, and it might not be so smooth if you were someone else."

"It seems that there is no hope for promotion." Angron thought seriously. "And ~www.readwn.com~ your... spells are not suitable for promotion. Psykers are enough to cause headaches."

"indeed so."

"So, you're totally fine now?"

"Of course, I burned myself for three days."

If it were anyone else, Angron would definitely not believe that he had completely escaped Nurgle's influence. But He Shenyan has proven himself many times, whether it is crossing the world or directly using planets to make warships.

What's more, his golden eyes are the best proof.

He Shenyan raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

He recalled that he had been detecting the spiritual power around the Vengeance since he walked out of the quiet room, and he increased the output of the engine by 50%.

The mage stared at the passing scenery, and Angron heard him say: "A short voyage in the warp is feasible, Angron..."

He turned his head: "So, we can declare that the operation has officially begun."