Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

As usual, Guilliman is handling government affairs.

He's used to it - frankly speaking, there hasn't been a day since he woke up that he hasn't been dealing with these things. Even an Ogryn would probably hold a pen with their stubby fingers and write the word "agree" by now.

.

Sighing, he flipped through the pages on his personal terminal. The orders he had implemented some time ago had already paid off. When dealing with affairs on Terra, he no longer needed parchment and quills, but swipe and click conveniently.

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"Smuggling wine and trying to bribe the guards? A huge amount? What's wrong with this man...? What Terra needs most now is human resources. What's the use of him smuggling wine here? Are all the high lords dead?

There are only a few left, who can afford to drink that stuff?"

Guilliman frowned. The punishment given to this Rogue Trader was to confiscate half of his net worth. He didn't ask for any wine, and asked this guy to take it back wherever he brought it from.

"Does the wine taste good, Guilliman?" asked little Horus sitting next to him.

"Ah, this... depends on whether you like it or not." Guilliman replied with a raised eyebrow.

Today is Saturday - of course, for Guilliman, Saturday does not exist at all. He has no so-called rest. But little Horus does. He does not have to study on Saturdays and Sundays and can move around freely. His

The decision was made to observe how Guilliman handles government affairs.

His Royal Highness the Regent felt a little strange about his brother's decision, but he didn't say anything, and was even a little happy - if I get him interested in handling government affairs, will he have a helper in the future?

"You seem to be dealing with smugglers today. Why do so many people want to come here with things that the Terrans don't need at all?"

"Because they want to make money." Guilliman said. "Of course, this is only the most basic reason. The fundamental reason is that smuggling is a hugely profitable trade practice. Although it is illegal, as long as it succeeds, they can gain huge profits from it.

money."

“Is money important?”

"For ordinary people, yes." Guilliman readily admitted. "It is very important. There are many worlds in the galaxy that are burned by war, but there are also many worlds where peace is unimaginable. In such a world, money is

Very important. Without money, they cannot survive.”

Little Horus asked whimsically: "So, since this kind of thing is so important, why don't we give it to them? I mean, let everyone have endless money to spend?"

Guilliman almost laughed at his reborn younger brother.

Really, just a little bit different.

He sighed and put down his personal terminal, with a complex expression on his face: "This is a very difficult question, Horus, and I can't even give you an answer. Because your idea involves too many things... But, we

working hard now."

"effort?"

"Yes, when all is said and done, I hope there will be such a system. People can freely choose their careers and interests. They don't have to be worshiped or despised because of their birth, and they don't have to sell their health because of their livelihood.

...Truth, progress, civilization. All people can be happy."

As he spoke, Guilliman actually laughed: "It was these words that attracted me to my father's team."

"Father... I only met him once." Little Horus whispered. "I don't know why, but when I saw him, I felt very uncomfortable."

Don't feel bad, he's just an asshole.

Guilliman shrugged, not saying the words after all. At the same time, he was a little surprised - he didn't get hit on the back of the head this time?

As soon as this idea appeared, a flash of golden light appeared in front of him. Guilliman closed his eyes helplessly: I knew it.

However, the pain did not come. What came was a voice full of pain: "Why are you closing your eyes, Guilliman?"

...

Guilliman suddenly coughed loudly, pretending to be choking on something. Little Horus, who was about to say hello to He Shenyan, stood up nervously: "Guilliman?! What's wrong with you?

?!"

"Mr. He, look at him quickly - what's wrong with Guilliman?"

"There is nothing wrong with him, Your Highness Horus..." The mage smiled immorally. "He is in very good health."

"But, he coughed so badly." Horus said in confusion. "Are you really okay, Guilliman?"

His Royal Highness the Regent raised a finger, signaling his brother to stop and stop being led by an unscrupulous wizard to trick him. However, Horus had no idea what he meant, so he just took pictures seriously.

Touching his shoulder: "Are you okay, Guilliman?"

"...cough, I, I'm fine."

Finally freed from this embarrassing situation, Guilliman blinked rapidly, sat upright and asked, "Teacher, why did you come to see me?"

"Are you sure you're okay, Guilliman?" He Shenyan deliberately lengthened his voice. "Your behavior just now was a bit suspicious. It reminded me of some bad stories I've heard."

Horus on the side immediately became nervous and turned pale: "Wha, what? What bad story are you talking about? Will Guilliman be fine?"

"I don't know, His Highness Horus." He Shenyan shrugged. "It's just some hearsay rumors. For example, someone is trying to forcefully marry the leader of the Death Army..."

Guilliman's face suddenly twitched.

"Death Army?" Horus tilted his head in confusion. "What is that?"

"...Well, my brother, you don't need to know these things for the time being. I have to have a more private conversation with the teacher. Can you give us some space?"

"Okay, if you insist, Guilliman." Horus looked at him worriedly. "But if you feel unwell, please speak up...just take it as my request."

Guilliman's face turned blue and white, and his heart was filled with deep guilt for lying to Horus.

He watched Horus leave, and the latter even closed the door thoughtfully.

He Shenyan snapped his fingers, and a lazy sofa appeared in the Imperial Regent's room. He jumped in without any image, and suddenly there was a glass of iced Coke in his hand. He took a sip of it happily and looked at the almost

Numb Guilliman, He Shenyan smiled and asked: "Why do you look like this?"

Why do you think I look like this?

Guilliman glanced at him with a resentful look and asked with a wry smile: "Why are you here to see me? Stop making fun of me..."

"There are some things that I hope won't put any burden on your work."

"You have already burdened my work," Guilliman said bluntly. "You have also caused some bad effects on my reputation."

"It's as if I personally pointed a bolt gun at your nose and asked you to leave Everene on the ship." He Shenyan sneered. "Let's get down to business, do you know the Weeper Chapter?

"

Guilliman frowned and searched his memory for a moment, but could only come up with a vague impression.

He asked uncertainly: "A group of Blood Angels who are conducting the Atonement Crusade? They seemed to have sided with the traitors in the Badab War. Although it was later proven that they were deceived, they were still sentenced by the Inquisition to undergo

The Atonement Crusade... Let me think about it, it should be almost over, right?"

"Your memory is truly extraordinary. Yes, their atonement is over." The mage took a sip of coke. "And it's not just that."

"What are you referring to?"

He Shenyan glanced at him and snapped his fingers. Some light blue points of light emerged from the void and came to Guilliman. The regent looked at them and then at the magician: "This is.

.....?"

"You can see the memory projection for yourself." The mage said as if he was tired of it. "I don't want to retell their experiences again."

Guilliman did as he was told. He stretched out his hand and touched these light spots. They quickly dissipated between his fingers, and some broken images quickly rushed into his mind. Those tragic experiences were not recognized.

His loyalty and deep despair made him stand up uncontrollably, his pupils dilated, and even his magic power began to lose control.

The essence of the original body merged with his newly mastered power, and under the influence of excessive boiling emotions, the gravity in the room began to lose control. The thick iron table in front of Guilliman began to make an overwhelming tearing sound, and even the walls began to tear.

In this way, before everything became irreversible, He Shenyan spoke.

"Calm down, Guilliman," he said. "Those things are in the past. No one can blame them or despise them anymore."

Breathing heavily, Guilliman sat down again without saying a word. The golden hair on his forehead was already wet with sweat, and his throat rolled up and down. He covered his face and sighed.

After a long while, he said: "I really can't believe it."

He Shenyan listened to his words quietly.

"Such a loyal warband...a group of warriors who love civilians and lead by example..." Guilliman's voice sounded dull from under his palm. "How could the Inquisition do so without any

The investigation will lead to them being found guilty?”

Having said that, Guilliman knew that they could do this.

That's what the Inquisition is like.

It is not, as many Imperial citizens imagine, a huge spider web that is organized but closely connected by rights. On the contrary, the Inquisition is an extremely loose organization, and its members enjoy immunity and are not persecuted.

Not bound by all laws. Most of the time, they are a symbol of authority.

So they can judge anyone.

Just a warband, the Atonement Crusade can even be called a mercy. If the judge who made the judgment at that time was cruel or in a bad mood, he would probably directly order the execution of all the mourners, and would not have any consequences for himself.

Any doubts.

In their twisted minds, everything they do is the "Emperor's will." Anyone they think is suspicious or guilty is not groundless, but the Emperor is guiding them from behind.

Guilliman put down his hands, his gloomy expression reminiscent of the sweeping dark clouds. His hands were now placed on the table, clenched tightly into fists, and veins popped out on the backs of his hands.

"How many more are there like this?" he asked. "The Weeper is a rare example of someone who survives and remains loyal. What about those who died? What about those who had to betray in order to survive?"

"The Inquisition has been destroyed, Guilliman, so stop worrying about it."

The mage said softly: "Anyone who is greedy for power will eventually be distorted by power. Anyone who thinks that he is superior to others will eventually sink in pain. They are all dead, and only a few who really know what they are doing are still alive and continue to work for them.

The service of the Empire. The past is past, the dead cannot be resurrected, and those who had to betray themselves will not return."

"What we have to do is make sure this doesn't happen again."

"Of course this won't happen again!"

Guilliman said loudly: "Personal terminal! Contact the state church. I want to hold a meeting tonight. The current pope and cardinals must be present, and there must be more than ten deacons to prepare them.

, this will be a very long meeting.”

There was majestic anger boiling in his eyes, and he was obviously really angry - this is normal, no one can remain indifferent after hearing the deeds of the Weeper. Especially a politician like Guilliman, he will inevitably

Insight into the truth behind the case of the Weeper.

Behind an unjust, false or wrongful case that comes to light are countless bodies that have been similarly wronged. It was they who brought this case to the surface.

So something has to change.

He Shenyan waited until his personal terminal responded to Guilliman before continuing: "The Weeper Chapter is expected to arrive at the Terra Space Station in twelve Terra Days. They have my power as a guide, so they will definitely arrive on time.

"

"How many of them are left?" Guilliman asked.

"Nine people."

This number made Guilliman's heart tremble.

Nine people...this doesn't even constitute a standard tactical team.

"Understood, I will arrange for them to recruit troops..." Guilliman whispered. "The Minotaur Chapter once robbed them of something? Two battle cruisers?"

"You don't need to worry about these things. The Minotaurs were only acting according to the orders of the Tribunal. What's more, after your return, they were the first local political force in Terra to offer their loyalty to you."

He Shenyan took another sip of iced Coke: "I have something better for them. Leave this matter to me. There are enough resources on the Revenge for them."

Guilliman couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Isn't this a bit too extravagant?" he said cautiously. "Do you want to deploy those new battle cruisers directly to them?"

"No, I want to give them a fortress directly." He Shenyan shrugged. "Loyal people must be rewarded, right?"

This sentence made Guilliman silent for a while, and all those political games were stripped away from his mind. After a long time, the Imperial Regent laughed, with only complicated guilt in his smile.

"Yes, loyalists must be rewarded - I will inform the Ministry of War, and the Lamenters Chapter will be recognized as a model chapter and a hero of the Empire."

He Shenyan said softly: "They have been for a long time, Guilliman. Then, I will leave first. I haven't told Sanguinius about this yet. I have to remind you that although he has a good personality, he knows

If your son is treated like this, he will inevitably find some people to settle the score afterwards... You'd better be prepared."

Guilliman smiled bitterly - there is a saying that an honest man is the scariest when he is angry. Sanguinius fit the standard of an honest man very well... He could almost predict the angel's angry expression.

With a sigh, he looked at the dissipating mage, said goodbye silently, and then continued to start his work.

Only this time, his finger that touched the personal terminal was somewhat resentful.

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There is a saying that a blessing in disguise comes.

Volturno didn't know if he counted, but he knew that his war group definitely counted.

"Hold still, Volturno," the Techmarine warned.

The technical sergeant lowered his head and was treating the scars left on his armor. These horrific scars were left after dozens of battles, and the claws of the insect swarms caused extreme damage. For several minutes

Finally, the technical sergeant concluded that it would probably take him several weeks to restore it to full functionality.

This is still the best estimate, after all, they only have one technical sergeant now.

He frowned and tapped the forehead of Volturno who was lying there: "How on earth did you survive, my brother?"

"Good question, sergeant, I want to know too."

Volturno's face was covered with ashes, and a servo skull floated over. A cloth smeared with holy oil was held by its mechanical arm, and it gently wiped Volturno's face.

"It's really the emperor's blessing..."

The sergeant gently helped him up and used a wrench to adjust the servo on the back of the power armor. He asked again: "When you were down there, did you see... I mean...

Um......"

He fell into a suspicious silence, but it did not last long. Volturno laughed: "I know what you want to ask, Sergeant. Yes, I saw it, I saw the miracles He created."

The sound of the wrench falling to the ground came from behind. The sergeant squatted down in panic and picked up the wrench, but when he stood up, he accidentally touched the servo skull. The poor machine was knocked away several meters, and the sergeant quickly reached out his hand.

Straighten it.

"There's no need to be so excited, sergeant."

Volturno sat helplessly on the iron platform in the foundry. His servo stopped running, so those artificial muscles no longer provided him with additional strength. The power armor lost power, and the heavy weight made him only

Cumbersome movement.

Especially now that he doesn't have much strength, he doesn't even bother to lift his hands.

"Huh, excited?" the sergeant muttered dissatisfiedly behind him. "Wait until you see that battle flag with your own eyes... By the way, I almost forgot to tell you that we are returning to Terra."

"What?!"

"Ha, don't get excited, Second Company Commander." The sergeant smiled maliciously, but his eyes were already red. "Didn't you hear? We...were acquitted."