Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

In the end, Guilliman didn't find out who spread this kind of gossip. Of course, he actually knew the attitude of his heirs towards Infreni, but how would he explain it?

Some things become more confusing the more they are explained, and after thinking about it, he decides to put the matter aside.

There are more important things to do now.

For example, a meeting with Belisarius Kaur.

There are many solemn conference halls on the Glory of Macragge, but only one is truly worthy of the level of the Primarch. Guilliman has set the meeting place here, which has been able to explain to a certain extent the importance he attaches to Belisarius.

However, this is actually not the first time they have met.

"Repeat your request again."

Guilliman rubbed his temples with a headache, trying not to get up and scold the Belisarius extension—yes, the mech-priest put his own on Macragge's Glory The extension, in a form similar to that of an advisor, remained on the ship.

However, at the same time, his body is still conducting one or several studies on Mars.

As we all know, Belisarius Kaur has almost no time to sleep, he devoted all his energy to research, and because of this, he was quite a headache in some respects.

Guilliman felt that the so-called 'extension' in front of him looked like an abomination intelligence, but he could only recognize it with his nose. Otherwise, what else can we do?

In the eyes of many people, the most heretical mechanical priest ever said in his unique synthetic voice: "I want to apply to study on the Vengeance."

Guilliman thought for a long time before asking cautiously, "How big is the scope of learning you're talking about...?"

Kaur was suspiciously silent for a moment, but soon said as if nothing had happened: "Including but not limited to the analysis of the new technology 'pattern', the study of the rumored center of the circle with self-awareness, of course, I What I'm more interested in is actually the portable personal terminal on your hand—"

"—don't even think about it."

Guilliman waved his hand decisively: "The personal terminal is a precious item that cannot be copied, and I can't give it to you. As for your study on the Vengeance... this can be discussed. discuss."

"First of all, the pattern, Father Kaur, let me make it clear—you'd better not think about the pattern, understand?"

The primarch's expression is extremely serious: "No one can study the pattern without his permission. Otherwise, the consequences will be very serious, you'd better not study it privately... You haven't studied it privately, right? ?"

"Right?"

Kaul was again suspiciously silent for two seconds, considering that his extension is quite well configured, and that it is built with Kaul's personality fragments, there is absolutely no so-called delay...

Guilliman's brows were already wrinkled, and his temples began to jump: "Have you studied it?!"

"...Yes, my lord," Kaul replied slowly. "Not only that, but I also caused a huge explosion with a radius of five kilometers because of my research on it. To this day, the special energy left on the scene has not been dissipated."

Guilliman, staring at the full-coverage mask of Kaul's extension, didn't speak for a while, trying to ignore the imperceptible trace of pride in Kaul's synthetic voice.

What are you proud of?

"Are there casualties?"

"Except for my useful body, there were no casualties."

Spare body...

Guilliman no longer knew how he should feel: "Researching the secrets of the Empire without authorization, and having a spare body. You know that these two crimes are enough to make you-"

"—Deprived of everything and handed over to the Inquisition, I know, my lord, I know it perfectly."

Kaur didn't seem to take this seriously at all. He spread out the two pairs of robotic arms, and the four extra arms behind his back also spread out in turn: "So didn't I come to you to apply? Besides, the Tribunal has been banned. ."

Do I have to thank you then?

Guilliman had considerable tolerance for Kaul's numerous pesky quirks and unabashed disregard for etiquette. And it all stems from Kaur's talent, and of course, another thing.

He sincerely believes that he can use the power of science to repair this broken galaxy and defeat Chaos and other horrors once and for all.

"...I will consider your application as soon as possible."

Guilliman didn't say more, and instead asked another thing: "How are you doing with the planetary transformation plan we discussed last time?"

"Please wait."

Kaur lowered his head, the gears running and the low humming sound came from his iron-clad head, and after a while, a white light flashed, Kaur raised his head again.

"The planetary reshaping technology is preliminary and ready for use. But the process is expected to take a century or two, my lord. While it is possible to restore habitable environments to dead planets created by extinction orders and similar events, your You have to be more tolerant of time."

Guilliman pondered for a while: "If I ask you to go to the Vengeance to study, can this time be shortened?"

It was obvious that he was too familiar with Kaul's set-up, not only because of his instinctive sensitivity to politics, but also because Kaul himself was a squeamish person who didn't like to speak clearly.

The mechanical priest nodded immediately, and the tone of the synthesized voice was much higher: "Of course, my lord!"

He still maintains the logical coherence of his language: "The Holy Vengeance will definitely enlighten my dull mind! Om Messiah is above,"

Guilliman remained unmoved: "How many years?"

"Seventy years!" Kaur gave a strong and short answer, but Guilliman still seemed dissatisfied.

He frowned. "It's been too long, Kaul."

"I want you to reduce it to less than fifty years - you know the virtues of those in the Ministry of the Interior, if this technology is announced by me and put on their table, they will probably be second in the technology announcement. In the next year, a colonial group will be sent to the top."

"And people would dig in like crazy."

His words did not hide his disgust for the Ministry of the Interior: "A bunch of idiots, are you playing a game where you can survive the first year and win? Hmm... Let's stop here, I will notify you when the review is approved. yours."

Kaur, who had never paid much attention to etiquette, bowed to Guilliman for the first time and left the conference hall respectfully, not even forgetting to close the door.

Guilliman looked strangely at the closed door - what? Do you think I have to stay here?

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