Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The captain came quickly.

Arianto sat with him in his room, and he didn't look restrained, and even seemed quite content. He lit a cigarette for himself, and Arianto glanced at the cigarette case, which had a name of him printed on it.

A brand I have never heard of.

'revival'

Noticing his gaze, the captain smiled, took out one and handed it to him: "You want it too? I really didn't know that you adults also smoke."

"I don't smoke," Arianto said coldly.

"That's a pity." The captain put the cigarette back without any hint of regret. He took a nice puff, and the smell of tobacco began to spread in Arianto's room: "What do you want from me?

?"

"Let me ask you about your next mission."

"Sir..." The captain looked at him strangely. "Don't you think, eh."

He pondered for a while, as if looking for words. There was no proper respect for the Astartes in the entire conversation, which may have something to do with his identity. Arianto had long known that he was not just a

An ordinary captain.

Finally, after two minutes, the captain, who had taken several puffs of cigarettes, found the right words: "Don't you think the tasks assigned to you are too harsh?"

"A task is a task, we accept it and we complete it."

"But your brothers - with all due respect, there are only seven people left including you." The captain took a deep breath. "With seven Astartes, we have no mortal auxiliaries. This ship cannot survive."

Any assistance from the air is available to you from beyond orbit."

"If you have something to say, say it."

Arianto looked at him sternly: "Don't be secretive, it will make me think you have other thoughts."

The captain put out the cigarette, using two fingers instead of nails. The hot temperature did not leave a trace on his fingers. He sighed: "That's it, sir."

"I originally had seventy years of service before I could retire, but the Inquisition suddenly came to my door and wanted to put some Astartes on my ship. Originally, I wanted to refuse." The captain scratched his head in distress.

My own head. "But they gave you too much, and there were too many people coming. There was nothing I could do, so I let you get on my ship."

"I have watched your number decrease from eighty-three to the current seven, without even getting any replacement. My lord, I am not a fool or a short-sighted fool. I am a rogue trader. Although not a big one, I am still a rogue."

I’ve seen a lot of things.”

"But," the captain said, confused and candidly, "why don't you get any reinforcements? Not even your own ship? I don't understand that, my lord, I really don't understand it. And, I'm scared of it.

.”

Where do I begin? Ten thousand years ago? With the Rebellion? Or even before, when our manic father returned to the Legion and began torturing us? This is not a story you should know, Captain.

.These stories shouldn't even be known to me - just let them fade into the wind.

The name of the deceased should never be mentioned again.

Arianto looked at him without saying a word, but his eyes revealed enough warnings. So the captain nodded and sighed: "I understand, sir. Thank you."

"It's best if you understand. Now tell me, what is our next mission?"

"Please wait."

The captain clicked on the watch on his right hand, and a servitor came in. It opened its chest and took out a parchment. The captain took it and handed it to Arianto.

"This is the last mission, sir. The adults of the Tribunal should have told you about this, right?"

"Yes - you can leave. Just continue sailing according to the predetermined route." Arianto nodded to him. After the captain left, he opened the parchment and read it carefully.

'Final mission.'

'As I say, Brother Arrianto, I wish you and your brother all the best, even though this is unlikely. I sincerely hope that you will overcome all obstacles and complete your mission. The Emperor bless you, and bless us.

Everybody.'

'This short letter, which is more like a letter than a mission introduction, was written before you left. With all due respect, the Inquisition is not monolithic. Although this may be a fact that everyone knows, if I tell you, the nature should be

It won't be the same.'

'Please be careful with it.'

'Back to the topic, I have no intention of exposing your wounds, but there are still many different opinions within the Tribunal on whether to restore your names, and many discussions have been held. But this opportunity to complete the task is related to whether you can

Being able to take back the title of War Dog - I believe you know this, Brother Arrianto.'

'Please go to the Prodars system near the Great Rift and conduct an investigation. The task is not difficult. The Emperor bless you, Brother Arrianto.'

'A friend of the Inquisitor.'

Arianto put down the parchment, and adopted this method of releasing the mission out of necessity. Astral communication was completely unavailable near the Great Rift, so he had to adopt this method of releasing the mission in advance, but this also saved them the need for briefings.

Steps. Just complete the task and leave.

For example, the planet just now - it took them three hours to kill all the traitors on it, and the Inquisition only needed to send people after them to reclaim a planet. He didn't know they were going to take that desolate planet.

What does the planet do, but Arianto doesn't particularly care.

He stood up, planning to clean his power armor himself and then spend the night meditating.

He hopes the mission will begin soon.

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“When will remote sensing mapping be completed?”

"Estimated to take another five minutes."

"Five minutes?!" The captain's mouth opened wide. "Your Majesty, this is really... God, when did remote sensing mapping only take five minutes?"

The low-ranking priest of the Adeptus Mechanicus raised his head and knocked his eyes - the sound of metal collision made the captain's teeth sour. "This is thanks to this ship that we can't understand at all. She is so amazing, please."

Forgive me, Captain. The remote sensing mapping data will be handed over to you in five minutes, but I have to leave first."

"Where are you going?"

"There is still half an hour before the scheduled research time... I have a mission and need to study the compound magic cannon. Your Excellency personally gave the order. He hopes that we can reduce the size and quantity of the compound magic cannon.

Industrialization is a very arduous task." The priest rarely said many words.

He nodded to the captain: "Goodbye, captain, I hope you are still alive next time we meet."

...What a unique blessing.

The captain shook his head speechlessly, and then simply stood there and started waiting. The priest did not lie. Five minutes later, the remote sensing mapping data came into his hands. The portable personal tablet that replaced the servo skull began to vibrate, and the captain carefully

He took this treasure out of his arms and tapped it awkwardly.

He will never be able to use this thing, but he must adapt.

When I opened the mailbox, there was a survey map there, with the Prodars galaxy also marked on it.

"Prodars...why haven't I heard of this place?" The captain frowned and then forgot about it. This was not something he should care about. Fifteen minutes later, he came to Ka

Dean Station reported the surveying and mapping data to the current group leader, a balding middle-aged man.

When the captain found him, he was shaving himself with a saber.

"With all due respect, Captain, but we are issued razors."

"I like shaving myself with my baby - sit down, wait a minute, you got the mapping data?"

"Yes, Captain."

"Ouch!" the captain yelled exaggeratedly, and put down the knife with his backhand. The beard debris on the ground disappeared in a burst of blue light. He sat on the chair, picked up the captain's personal tablet on the table, and just looked at it.

At first glance, the enthusiasm rose.

"An estimated fifteen enemy ships?! These sons of bitches..."

The old Cadian cursed loudly, then put down the tablet with a sneer, and nodded to the captain: "It seems that we have finally caught some people's tails, and your Excellency must not be able to wait any longer. You

Did you hear that? His speech in the basement cemetery."

The regimental commander leaned back on his chair and imitated leisurely and fascinatedly: "We do not accept any surrender, we do not accept any form of weakness or roundabout tactics! Tsk tsk tsk, listen, captain, listen! We should have done this long ago!"

He slapped the armrest of the chair and shook his fist at the wall: "The hunt has begun! Bastard! Wash your butts and wait! Because the Cardians will come to fuck it soon! I want to get it myself

Put the bayonet in! Don’t even think about running away from these sons of bitches! I’m going to grab their heads and drown them in the toilet!”

"...Captain, although our current political commissar is not very strict about swearing, you still have to pay attention to the impact."

The captain exerted force with his legs without leaving a trace, letting the chair take him away from the regiment leader, and then whispered: "The butts of traitors are not suitable for that kind of thing."

The leader's face twitched: "Damn, that's just a metaphor! Metaphor, do you understand?!"

"Please give the order, commander, the soldiers are still waiting for the order. I believe their mood is the same as ours."

The captain smiled: "I have heard about your Excellency's speech fifty times this week, and the young men are all very motivated to fight."

"Don't worry, the Vengeance hasn't arrived yet. The Destruction of the Deep is now stationed on another planet, and we need to adapt to other vehicles."

When it came to business, the regiment leader seemed very serious: "Take your company, and call the second company. You go to the third warehouse, where there are prepared vehicles. The training method is still the same, the magic circle

The center will guide you. Let me know when you get used to it."

He lowered his head and looked at the remote sensing mapping data map: "...We will arrive at the Prodars system within five days at the latest, and then blow up all those bastards into the sky."