Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"For the Emperor's sake!"

Guilliman threw the document in his hand on the table and asked the man sitting opposite him angrily: "Frank, what are you doing?!"

"...What did I do again?"

Frank frowned: "You said you took back the ship, I took it back - is there any problem?"

Guilliman's face twitched.

"That is a new type of ship that just came off the production line three years ago..." Guilliman's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. "The technology on it is all new, and you put

Most of its facilities were in shambles."

"That's not my problem. You have to think about yourself, Guilliman."

Frank remained calm: "If I remember correctly, it was you who asked this ship to transport supplies to that place. It's not my problem that it was snatched away by the orcs. It's not like you don't know how difficult those greenskins are. In fact, it's not my problem.

Most of the damage to the facilities was not caused by me."

After a long silence, Guilliman sighed.

What else could he say? Frank always gave strong answers and reasons, and always did things that raised his blood pressure but was helpless.

For example, last time, he asked Frank to investigate a planet governor who was suspected of corruption, but he didn't carry out the 'investigation' procedure at all. After arriving at the place, Frank spent half the night investigating half of the city where the governor lived.

All burned to ashes.

When he came back to report on the mission, Guilliman suppressed his anger and asked him why he did this, and Frank's answer was: "He was corrupted."

"Where's the evidence?!"

"My intuition."

Your intuition? Can your intuition serve as evidence? Do you know how much trouble it is to kill a planetary governor rashly? Even I have to sign hundreds of orders before I can kill him!

Guilliman wanted to roar and say this, but he didn't because his intuition told him that Frank was right. Isn't it ironic?

The subsequent investigation also proved this.

Underneath that city, there is a secret sect of Slaanesh.

Thinking of this, Guilliman no longer planned to argue with Frank - it was pointless. He had more important things to do.

"Okay, you can take a month off... or two months."

The Imperial Regent weakly waved his right hand: "Go to the space station and relax for a while... We don't need to send you to the front line for the time being. Steve is enough there."

"no."

Frank became unusually serious.

He stood up, pressed his hands on Guilliman's desk, and said solemnly: "You have to give me a new mission. I don't care who you kill, traitors, demons, ribs, aliens - those greenskins too

Okay, I want a mission!"

"No mission!"

Guilliman slammed the table: "No! No! There is no task for you! Emperor! Do you know how much paperwork I have to do for you every time to complete the sales! You don't want to rest yourself, so you have to let me rest.

rest!"

Frank frowned in disapproval: "How lazy..."

Guilliman was almost furious: "Slouch?! Me?!"

"How can you rest?" Frank looked at Guilliman seriously, his eyes full of dissatisfaction. "I understand that the empire is gradually getting on the right track now, and you feel that you can be lazy. This is human nature.

"

"After all, new ships and weapons, as well as our giant space station connecting planets. These things are enough to change the ecology of our world in the galaxy - I understand, um, but you can't think this is enough, Killy

Man."

"You have to keep working, just like me. The monsters are endless, just like your paperwork, they are endless. We are all too small for the human world, and because of this,

We have to work non-stop.”

Guilliman had to admit one thing. If he hadn't known that this bastard Frank just wanted to go out and kill something, he would have been really fooled by him.

But this is the brilliance of the Punisher. There is not a single lie in what he says, everything is the truth from the bottom of his heart. Guilliman felt a breath stuck in his neck and didn't know how to spit it out. He bared his teeth and his expression

It is slowly approaching Angron.

"...Come here tomorrow and I will give you a new task." The Prince Regent said gloomily. "Now, get out of my office!"

Frank shrugged: "No problem, Your Highness the Regent."

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Inquisitor Bonavia, with half of her face replaced by nanomachines, was looking at Frank with a strange expression.

When the battle named 'The Rebirth and Destruction of Terra' began, she was attacked on Macragge's Glory. When she woke up, the Emperor was alive, the Empire was saved, and the Inquisition

Not yet.

Not to mention what Bonavia was thinking at the time, but she really liked her nanomachine face.

After the Emperor woke up, the Ecclesiastical Church silently changed its propaganda caliber. From the supremacy of theology to technology, it is the gospel of the Emperor. We should vigorously develop it and we must not bring shame to him.

Although Bonavia didn't know why technology suddenly developed, this half-nano-machine face and a right hand brought great convenience to her work.

"...With all due respect, Frank." She called Frank by his first name without any honorific. "Did you really say that to the Prince Regent?"

"Is there anything wrong?"

Nothing is wrong, okay! Bonavia roared madly in her heart, but her face remained calm: "This... you said he was slack, which is a bit too much."

"He's just slacking off, admit it, Bonavia."

Sitting on his boat, Frank knocked on the bulkhead unhappily, causing an echo.

"The number of missions I have received this year has more than doubled compared to last year, and they are all troublesome tracking missions. Hmm, although killing those monsters is not bad, there are still many planets in the empire that are in urgent need of my rescue.

.”

rescue...?

Bonavia's eyes became even weirder, and she thought for a while before accepting this description. Putting aside Frank's behavior of killing or burying, he was indeed rescuing innocent people on the planet. After all, gangsters

All corrupt elements should indeed die.

"Okay, Lord Frank..."

The female Inquisitor sighed again, a common sigh no matter who was talking to Frank: "Shall we go to the space station above Terra? Your ship needs repairs."

"Isn't there maintenance equipment on Guilliman's ship?"

"Your ship is a new model... Sir, not to mention, I also need repairs."

Bonavia pointed to her face: "That special doctor very seriously asked me to go back for a checkup every two years."

In the end, Frank gave in.

"Then go. Computer, change destination, Terra Space Station."

"Received, the destination has been changed to: Terra Space Station."