Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Swain, who was about to fall asleep, sat in his chair, stiff all over. He rubbed his sore neck, looked at the two giants in front of him, and didn't know what to say for a while.

——Actually, so did the two of them.

And just like that, their staring went on for a while, until Loken, who called himself Cybulus, couldn't bear the embarrassing silence any longer, and he found an excuse to start chatting. And intend to continue with this to elicit the following text.

"Three golden nails, you must have experienced many legendary battles."

"It's not a legend..." Kronos was completely indifferent to his praise. He understood from a long time ago that honor only matters at certain times, but the mission is lasting, and the mission is eternal of.

So he replied very calmly: "Just a few small fights. I served three hundred and twenty-one years. How about you, Brother Cybrus?"

Loken wanted to blurt out ten thousand years, but he certainly couldn't answer that. Also, his self-imposed exile on Terra lasted a long time. In those years when he lost track of time, he had not experienced any battles. Loken wouldn't let go of his pride and claim to have served for ten thousand years.

That would be too shameless.

After a little hesitation, Loken chose a modest year of service that was more in line with his currently designed identity: "Slightly shorter than you, two hundred and seventy-four years, Brother Kronos."

"Really? So, which chapter are you from? What parent group do you belong to?" Kronos nodded and asked thoughtfully.

coming.

Loken's heart froze, and immediately began to perfect the details of the false identity he had constructed in his mind - the emperor is above, if he had a choice, he would definitely tell his true identity frankly. But now is not a good time.

The other party obviously didn't fully believe him. At this time, he said 'I am Javier Loken, the tenth company commander of the Shadowmoon Cangwolves'. Let's not say whether the other party knows him... The words "Shadow Moon Blue Wolf" are enough to jump up and fight him with the guy whose mother group is the Ultramarines.

"I can't tell you about my Chapter and Mother Corps, or even my rank. I'm sorry, Brother Kronos."

Loken bowed his head and sincerely apologized: "This involves some secrets... and I can't explain these things to you at the moment. But please believe that I did come here on the Emperor's order. "

Kronos and Swain looked at each other, he didn't dwell on this issue too much, but asked another thing.

"You said you came by the Emperor's orders... Then, tell me, what is the Empire like now?"

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He Shenyan did not choose to go back to Valoran directly, he had to go to the White Tower Council first. He didn't care why the tree man knew him, and going to the White Tower Council had nothing to do with it.

Familiar cross-border, familiar across the endless star sea. With all the splendid sights in front of him, he soon returned to the White Tower Council. It's still the same here, the towering giant trees, and the cross-border mages come and go. Others choose to walk. Races are different, He Shenyan even saw an old acquaintance this time.

"Ms. Shia!" he shouted loudly, and the ball of light with fluffy pink cat ears on top of his head turned - in fact, if it wasn't for the fact that she had cat ears, He Shenyan really didn't know where she was. is positive.

"Oh, it's you, He Shenyan."

Shia disappeared in a flash, and in an instant, she came to He Shenyan from another thick tree trunk. She gradually changed from white to a warm yellow, He Shenyan guessed that this should mean happy.

The cat ears above her head trembled, and her voice was a little excited: "Long time no see! How are you doing?"

"......not bad.

He Shenyan nodded without changing his face. "Well, not bad." Ha ha. "

Shia obviously didn't understand the meaning of the politeness of the earthlings, and she danced around He Shenyan very happily: "Great, I finally broke the spell!"

"Curse? What do you mean? Can someone curse an energy creature like you?"

He Shenyan frowned in disbelief, while Shia swayed up and down: "No, no one curses me, it's just because every time I act as a guide for newcomers, the newcomers introduced to the council by me will die for various reasons. "

The yellow light disappeared, and she turned dark blue, looking very melancholy: "...some of them died because of their research on dangerous creatures, and some of them were murdered. The council killed a lot of people for them. . I also played a part in it."

This innocent-looking lady of light balls said something that made He Shenyan froze: "In short, you are the only one seedling, I hope you can hold on for a little longer, He Shenyan. At least hold on. For 30,000 years, I made a bet with someone."

More than a good guy, simply a good guy.

He Shenyan wanted to say 10,000 words at this time, but he didn't say a word. In the end, he just nodded to the light ball lady with a smile, and then left the place with a flicker and returned to his own room.

It's still the same here, just a comfortable armchair. He lay down all at once and let out a comfortable sigh.

After a while, he got down to business.

"Intranet, open the trading area."

The blue light curtain unfolded in front of him, and the brightness was automatically lowered in a very humane way. The posts in the trading area were as messy as ever, with everything, and He Shenyan even caught a glimpse of a specially cultivated edible rainbow.

...Damn, what kind of neuropathy would take seven hundred years to study this kind of thing?

After browsing that post, he exclaimed as follows. Then he closed the page and said, "I'm going to post a new post, are there any rules?"

The intranet quickly answered him.

A line of small characters appeared at the bottom right of the light curtain: The intranet forum is currently in the period of administrator voting, and the rules have not been updated. You can post anything you want to trade. Of course, please be wary of the newly appointed administrator.

"I don't think anyone with a brain would consider what I posted to be a violation... right? And that word, vigilant? Interesting."

As he spoke, he made a new post with a very simple title.

"Bartering"

But the contents made the Master receive more than 300 transaction applications and countless private messages in just five minutes.

Taking a deep breath, he sat up from the chair: "Okay, it's time to get down to business."