Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Human Empire.

A huge force spanning the Milky Way is intricately composed, and millions of words cannot describe it clearly. But if an exact description is required, the following one would be appropriate.

"An empire that is dying slowly."

The reason for this is that there are countless historians who can wave their arms and talk to the questioner.

They can give countless different answers, which can be discussed for years or even hundreds of years, but they will definitely mention one thing that cannot be avoided, one that directly caused the empire to decline from the golden age to the present day. This huge corpse that is slowly dying...

a rebellion.

The truth has been submerged in time, like most of the Empire's history. But the result is still very clear, the most serious consequence of the rebellion is to leave the Lord of mankind sitting on his throne and lingering, unable to move.

At the same time, swarms of renegade troops began to aggressively attack the Empire, for whatever reason, and for whatever reason, in short, the Empire was divided.

Human beings are no longer of one mind, and technology is far behind, or even unable to develop. Ignorance and lies prevail in the Empire. All of this because the Emperor was badly wounded enough to die and had to sit in that chair... and suffer.

And now, he's down -- but the injury hasn't recovered.

Between thrones, inside.

It should be always bright here, but due to the action of the mage connecting the star torch, a large area of ​​energy transmission pipeline was burned down. The only remaining servitors were doing disaster relief and clearing debris outside, and lighting the palace was not on their to-do list. This is also the will of the Emperor.

Only a few candles were lit, and they gave off a tiny but still bright light. He Shenyan squatted on the huge steps of the Golden Throne without any image, and looked at the Emperor with disgust.

"...You called me over just to let me watch you cook dinner?"

"This is a technique from ten thousand years ago, which has long been lost. It is no exaggeration to say that now only I know how to cook this food."

The Emperor patted the leg of lamb in front of him lightly with his fingers while refuting the mage's words righteously. The marinade seeped into the texture of the mutton with his movements, and he nodded with satisfaction.

"With all due respect, great Emperor."

He Shenyan looked at the leg of lamb, then raised his head and asked: "Is it possible that the reason why this technique was lost is because the unification war you launched caused the sheep and other animals to become extinct? There is no such thing in the world now. Sheep, the leg of lamb in front of you comes from my raw material warehouse, which I bought with my own money."

"You're always picking up people's old wounds... At that time, only unity was the most important thing, and I couldn't bear the meaningless internal friction of human beings. If you don't mention this, then I'll stay I'll give you more meat, how about that?"

"Deal, I want the best part."

Like the Mages, the Emperor also crouched on the steps with no image to speak of. In front of him was a eucalyptus board and some bowls and marinade or something, and a fire that wasn't quite burning yet. Judging from his posture, the Lord of Humans should want to have a roast leg of lamb under his throne.

I don't know how those devout believers will feel when they see this scene.

After a while, the marinade is finished. The Emperor put the leg of lamb aside to allow the marinade to spread out, and then began to play with the firewood. He Shenyan looked at him, then at the leg of lamb, and couldn't help asking, "Do you really know what you're doing?"

"I'm making a roast leg of lamb."

"No, I mean—" He Shenyan raised his hand and pointed to the door between the thrones. "—What do you think Guilliman would think if he walked in now and saw this scene?"

"He would be very surprised,

No, perhaps it should be called a shock. "

The Emperor said calmly: "His impression of me will be impacted, and this huge shock, which is close to fright, will make him froze for a few seconds. He should feel that he is dreaming, after all, I am a person who will not care about it. A man whose sons are tools. He doubts, he can't help but ask me questions from the doubts in his heart."

"But, eventually, he'll sit down and share this roast leg of lamb with us." He smiled softly. "...And I'll give him more points on purpose."

"What a good father."

"Your cynical skills need to be improved, Mage." The Emperor smiled and started drilling wood to make fire. "I'm not really a good father, though, and I'm not even a father."

The smile subsided, and the sound of the wooden stick rubbing sounded, monotonous and boring.

"It seems that you still have self-knowledge."

The mage coughed, and the almost solid golden blood fell to the ground with the cough, and quickly disappeared into blue smoke. Seeing this scene, He Shenyan shook his head: "Assimilation has become serious."

"Everything has a price, and I thought you knew that."

"Of course I know, but I didn't expect it to be so fierce. Connecting the Star Torch... Ha." He couldn't help laughing. "If I made a list of the ten craziest things I've ever done, this one should be at the top."

"This isn't even number one?" The Emperor was a little surprised. "What else have you done to be crazier than this?"

"Let me think."

The mage pondered for a while, and then spoke like a cannonball: "Before I had mastered magic, I had a little friction with a devil. It thought I was a buildable material, and it was full of anger and anger. Hate. So it set a gamble between a friend I just met at the time and a stranger I didn't know."

"Choose what?"

The mage glanced at the emperor: "You are knowingly asking, what else could it be? Of course, it is the choice of who will live and who will die."

"Did you choose?"

"No."

He Shenyan raised his right hand, observed the veins in the palm of his hand, and said seemingly inadvertently: "I didn't choose anyone, so they both died. Then there was a child and a man, I didn't choose, and they died. Then It was a mother and her newborn child, and I still remember, after she understood everything, she begged me to kill her."

"...I still don't have a choice."

"A seriously ill child, an alcoholic who regularly beat her and her mother. As long as I choose the death of the father, that child will be healed."

"A paedophile priest, and a demented kid who doesn't know anything, goes to a school for intellectual disabilities."

"A kind old man, and a kind man who often knocks on his door to bring him food."

"How did it find so many people? Is this an illusion?"

"No, it's true." He Shenyan pouted. "I was in a small town and it was all local residents."

"This multiple-choice question went on for three days, and at the end, it started to get me out of the way. So it made me do the last multiple-choice question. It brought a lot of evil, and it was very evil, even if I didn't choose. Also the murderer who died of a heart attack in three minutes. Then let me choose between him and myself."

He Shenyan put down his hand very calmly: "...I still didn't choose, it collapsed. It escaped, leaving behind a whole town of corpses and me, after that, I was found by the church people And took it away. They wanted to find out how I survived, and I didn't say anything. So they started using magic and physical means to force me to tell the truth, and I still didn't say anything."

"A year later, the people in the church also broke down. They let me out and I started wandering. Another half year...I went to study magic. Two years later, I went to hell, found the devil."

"This is the end of the story." The mage clapped his hands and smiled at the Emperor.

"Why didn't it just kill you?"

"It doesn't dare," said the mage. "People in the church don't dare."

He Shenyan lowered his head, watched the emperor pick up the leg of lamb and started grilling: "There are many reasons, ha, but unfortunately I have only now understood what the main reason is."

The fire of the pyre reflected in his eyes, and the Emperor said nothing. He didn't make an evaluation, didn't express his own thoughts, didn't judge why He Shenyan didn't choose, or even showed no mercy. In this regard, he is a very qualified listener.

After half an hour, the lamb shank was roasted and they divided it. The emperor's craftsmanship is good, and the heat is just right.

The Emperor sighed contentedly: "I haven't really eaten food in 10,000 years, not even nutrient solution. This is a very rare experience for me."

"Then, it's time to do the right thing."

He nodded to the mage, then stood up. Refreshing, the unremarkable leg of lamb seemed to have fully recovered him, but that should be impossible.

"I hope you don't let Angron and Fulgrim fight." He Shenyan closed his eyes tiredly. "I'm going to rest for a while."

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