Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

After a long period of personal experience and on-the-spot investigation, He Shenyan believes that Succubus Massage Parlor and Elf Bubble Bath have their own merits.

The service provided by succubi is more attentive and all-encompassing. You can have any kind of service you want. Something a little heavier is also fine. Unless you are the kind of person who likes blood, they generally won't refuse.

That experience is in another store.

The elves, however, have a different experience. They are more enthusiastic - very proactive, really very proactive.

When things turned out like this, He Shenyan no longer even thought about criticizing them. These two stores and their employees were not for money at all, they were purely hobbies...

cough.

That's too far.

The Master was currently sitting in a beverage shop inside the White Tower.

This store has won the championship of the beverage selection of "Today's Food" on the White Tower Council intranet for seventeen consecutive years. Considering the astonishing degree of the mages' love for the new and dislike of the old, this store can be said to be very magical.

The drink he is drinking is a new product that has just been launched a week ago. It extracts the core of a star that has just died as the main body, converts it into a liquid, and uses concentrated magic juice to add flavor. Even the straw is made of adult

Carved from the bones of a giant dragon.

...I have to say that this seemingly ordinary drink once again refreshed He Shenyan's understanding of the people in the White Tower Council. He originally thought they were boring enough, but he didn't expect that they could

So boring.

You can't let Sithorn know that there is such a place, otherwise he will definitely try to get qualifications across borders.

Having said that, his visit to the White Tower this time was not just for relief. The empire has gradually got on the right track, but there are still many problems that need to be solved urgently.

For example, infrastructure.

Guilliman is indeed very good at this matter. He not only likes to build a prosperous and progressive society, he loves it.

And love can often give birth to many things. For example, extraordinary power, and the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar were born under this power.

However, manpower will eventually be exhausted. The Empire has such a large territory, but there is only one Guilliman. The other Primarchs are not in this business at all, especially Frank. He is simply a model of killing and not burying.

If he expected those bureaucrats to put the world on the right track within the empire's borders, He Shenyan felt that he might as well hope that Slaanesh would start rebooting tomorrow.

Don't get me wrong, they are not incompetent. In fact, although there are quite a lot of waste in the corpse position, most people who can hold official positions must be capable. Otherwise, they will not be able to sit in their positions. But no matter what,

, the empire’s control over the world within its borders is pitifully low.

There are even some rules that have become a common practice - you pay taxes and others, and I don't care about you. The origin of this phenomenon is actually the result of many reasons, and it seems that there is no way to do it. In the dark ten thousand

Over the years, the empire has given up too many things to maintain basic operations.

There are so many things that turn a blind eye, and that's not right. It's totally wrong.

Turning back to the problem itself, there are only two ways to return a planet to the control of the empire. The first is to let the people on it see what the empire can bring them, and the second is to parachute a group of people who are completely loyal to the planet.

The empire had a capable and skillful bureaucratic past.

Unfortunately, the empire is currently unable to do both of these things.

The first point is that there are always not enough talents in infrastructure. Even if the threat of war has been greatly reduced, there are still many enemies around mankind. The second point is that the bureaucrats in the empire can be roughly divided into two types. One is loyal to the empire but not

Brains, second, are less loyal but have brains.

Well...choose one of the two.

Therefore, after long conversations and arguments, the Emperor and the Master finally finalized a feasible plan, and this plan required the help of the White Tower Council.

The cross-border mages who come from the endless sea of ​​stars and have traveled to millions of different worlds can probably even provide millions of ways to fry French fries. What do a few world coordinates mean?

Taking another sip of the drink in the cup, the mage carefully felt the impact and shock of the liquid star core on the taste buds, and couldn't help but squint his eyes. He was not actually a hedonist, but who would refuse to live a better life?

Woolen cloth?

When he put down the cup, the person he was waiting for also appeared on the scene with a flash of white light.

"Sorry for the wait."

The speaker was a strange creature, with a long, thin and square black body, and even its head was square. It was very tall, about seven meters. There was only a pair of shining purple eyes on its face.

The race of this cross-border mage is obviously not human - He Shenyan silently changed his attitude towards the next conversation. He did not want the other party to feel offended.

"It's okay. I didn't wait long." He Shenyan smiled slightly. "Excuse me, what is your name?"

"Names don't matter to me, but if you need a title, you can call me Black."

The cross-border mage who calls himself Hei shrunk his body, sat on a chair in the beverage shop, and used his spiritual power to order a special drink for himself.

Then, he continued: "However, you have been waiting here for a while. I personally hate being waited for, and it makes me feel uncomfortable. I will add ten concentrated magic cores to the goods. This is my apology.

"

He is a fastidious person.

He Shenyan raised his eyebrows: "That would be disrespectful. Okay, let's talk about business."

Heiye nodded: "According to your needs, I have found the coordinates of those worlds, but it is a little troublesome to process. You may need to go to those worlds to take a look yourself."

"What? They are all unregistered worlds?"

Unregistered world is a term used exclusively by the White Tower Council. Only the mages within the council would be arrogant enough to use this term - and this also means that most of them are treasures waiting to be discovered.

There is a large group of cross-border mages who do this. They will constantly explore the endless star sea to obtain the coordinates of the world, and trade them to other mages for profit.

It sounds scary, but due to the strict review mechanism, everyone in this business, including buyers, must have a certain degree of moral bottom line. Even if someone uses personality hypnosis or substitution to make themselves pass the moral test, there are

World Barrier as a last resort.

Of course, if someone really destroys that world together with the World Barrier, the White Tower Council will not be able to do anything - what else can it do? It will just issue a wanted order for you.

From a long time ago, cross-border mages have reached a consensus. Any world is precious. Even a world without any magical power may produce fresh knowledge that mages need. Any world that still has curiosity and knowledge

No wise mage can refuse this.

Therefore, any mages who destroy the world for no reason will be wanted - their actions are no different than stealing money.

Hei nodded: "Yes, they are all unregistered worlds. By the way, this must be your first time buying world coordinates, right?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Just a little suggestion from me."

A bottle of liquid filled with resentment and curses appeared in front of Hei. He picked it up and shook it twice, but did not drink it in a hurry.

"The world coordinates you purchased all have basic order and moral principles. Maybe some of them are quite backward. After all, such behavior is no different from digging for treasure... But you'd better not let it happen on your own.

Xingzi makes drastic changes to those worlds."

Hei seemed to talk more. He shook the bottle and continued: "I used to be a human being like you, until I found that my behavior was full of arrogance... In order to get rid of this person who played the savior.

Impulsively, I had to change my body to isolate myself from the influence of emotions."

He Shenyan originally didn't listen to his so-called advice at all, but now that he mentioned the words "change body", he couldn't help but become a little interested.

"I don't think so. Even if you change your body, your soul will not be changed. Unless you use some means to castrate your emotions or change your personality."

"..."

Hei was silent for a long time. He crushed the bottle and let the liquid full of resentment and curses spill on his hands: "That's true... You don't need to take it to heart. It's just my stupid opinion.

.”

The mage smiled and remitted the transaction money to him through the intranet's transaction mechanism. The super soldier transformation plan that originated from the emperor but was improved by him was in Hei's database. He browsed through it roughly

, nodded to He Shenyan.

"The coordinates have been transferred to your forum account. Happy transaction. I hope we will have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."

Watching him go away, He Shenyan didn't stay long, and he quickly left across the border again.

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"We have obtained the world coordinates."

"So fast?"

The emperor was a little surprised and couldn't help but smile: "Although I still don't like the colonization plan you proposed, since you are sure to accomplish it, I think I have no reason to stop it."

"I don't understand why you are always so pessimistic."

He Shenyan sat on the armchair, holding his cheek, sitting boredly in the subspace and watching the emperor continue his endless search: "It is better to say it is colonization, but it is better to say it is poverty alleviation...

.A civilization from the interstellar age goes to another world to help the humans there without even asking for anything in return.”

He changed his sitting posture and spread his hands: "The speed of time varies between worlds. According to my calculations, within twenty years at most, there will be a large number of capable, experienced, resourceful, smart, and extremely loyal officials within the empire.

, not to mention all the other things we can gain in the process.”

"What you said is very simple...but after all, these are completely unfamiliar worlds."

The emperor sighed: "Besides, if I guess correctly, this plan should have another purpose, right? For example, if we all fail, these people will be the last fire of the empire, and they will not be affected by the subspace.

threats."

The mage chuckled softly, but did not deny him: "Have some confidence, old guy."

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Real universe.

A spaceship landed slowly, and its landing was silent. The latest pattern technology gave it a performance far beyond that of any simple technological product, and it could even achieve a silent landing.

The hatch slowly opened, and the heavily armed Bonavia and Frank came out. Different from Frank's calm eyes, the female inquisitor stared at the glazed land in front of her with complex eyes.

After serving in the Tribunal for many years, she had the right to access a lot of complex information, and she was somewhat aware of the horrific things that happened on Yin Stefan 3. But only after seeing it with her own eyes, she began to slowly understand what happened back then.

What a tragedy what happened here.

Words cannot be perfectly expressed, and can only be regarded as descriptions - when you see with your own eyes the earth that was bombarded by artillery fire into a glaze state, when you see with your own eyes the ruins of the city buried under the wreckage, all words

They are all pale.

Bonavia even felt that she could faintly smell the lingering smell of gunpowder smoke.

Frank, who was standing next to her, didn't think much about it at all. He took off the bolter hanging from his waist, loaded it, and looked around warily. Bonavia was made silent for a while by his posture.

.

"...Is it necessary, my lord?"

"Vigilance must be maintained at all times."

"But this is the task assigned to you by the living saint. He didn't say there was any danger here..."

She said this, but Bonavia was actually ready to fight - she said this simply because she wanted to chat with Frank. And the latter didn't know this at all.

He replied stiffly: "Just because he didn't say it doesn't mean there isn't one."

"There's really no danger here. Frank, would you please put down your bolter?"

A familiar voice appeared in Frank's ears. He turned around and saw a man with white hair slowly walking towards them. His appearance was perfect, no different from that of a god. But the long and narrow scar on his right cheek was...

Destroying this perfection and divinity, he became human.

Fulgrim approached them with a smile, but was not treated politely by Frank. On the contrary, the gun in the Punisher's hand had been raised: "Tell me, what was I doing during the defense of Terra?"

The smile on Phoenix's face froze, and he sighed helplessly: "...Are you serious, Frank? Are you going to do this?"

Frank's gun was unwavering: "Say."

"Well, I don't know, is that okay? Oh my god, I got here just after the war was over. How did I know what you did?"

Frank stared at him for a while, then put down the gun: "The danger is over, notify the spacecraft of its disarming status, Bonavia."

He then stepped forward and shook hands with Fulgrim: "Long time no see, Fulgrim."

"Your attitude is too blunt..." Phoenix rubbed the center of his eyebrows helplessly. "Is shaking hands a torture for you?"

"Politeness is of no use to evil people." Frank said calmly. "Lead the way, you must have something for me to do."

Phoenix looked at him strangely, and after a moment, he stopped laughing.