Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

【A serious person who is learning magic in Marvel】 【】

"For the Emperor's sake!"

Guilliman threw the document in his hand on the table, and aggressively asked the man sitting across from him, "Frank, what are you doing?!"

"...what am I doing?"

Frank frowned. "You said to take back that ship, and I took it back—what's the problem?"

Guilliman's face twitched.

"It's a new-style boat that just came off the production line three years ago..." Guilliman's voice seemed to come out of his teeth. "The tech on it is new, and you've smashed most of its facilities."

"That's not my problem, you have to reflect on yourself, Guilliman."

Frank remained calm: "If I remember correctly, you sent this ship to transport supplies there. It's not my problem that it was snatched by the orcs, and it's not that you don't know how difficult the greenskins are. I didn't do most of the damage to the facility."

After a long silence, Guilliman sighed.

What can he say? Frank was always able to give strong answers and reasons, and always be able to do something that raised his blood pressure but couldn't help it.

For example, last time, he asked Frank to investigate a planetary governor suspected of corruption, but he did not perform the 'investigation' procedure at all. After arriving at the place, Frank spent half the night burning half of the city where the Governor lived to ashes.

When he returned to report on the mission, Guilliman had suppressed his anger and asked him why he did it, and Frank gave the answer: "He is corrupted."

"Where's the evidence?!"

"My intuition."

your intuition? Can your intuition serve as evidence? Do you know how troublesome it is to kill a planetary governor hastily? Even me, I have to sign hundreds of orders to kill him!

Guilliman was about to yell out this sentence, but he didn't. Because his gut told him that Frank was right. Irony?

Subsequent investigations also proved this.

Underneath that city lies a secret Slaanesh sect.

Thinking of this, Guilliman didn't intend to argue with Frank any more - it didn't make sense. He has more urgent things to do.

"Well, you can take a month off...or two."

The Regent of the Empire waved his right hand feebly: "Go to the space station to relax for a while... The frontline battles don't need to send you to the field for the time being. Steve is enough there."

"no."

Frank took a rare serious look.

He stood up, put his hands on Guilliman's desk, and said solemnly, "You've got to give me a new mission. I don't care who I kill, traitors, demons, ribs, aliens -- the 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 I sell it! You don't want to rest, you have to let me rest. rest!"

Frank frowned disapprovingly: "What a slack..."

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Guilliman almost died of anger: "Slack?! Me?!"

"How can you rest?" Frank looked at Guilliman solemnly, his eyes full of dissatisfaction. "I understand that the current empire is gradually on the right track. You think you can be lazy. This is human nature."

"After all, new ships and new weapons,

And our giant space station connecting the planets. These things are enough to change the ecology of our world in the galaxy - I understand, well, but you can't think that's enough, Guilliman. "

"You have to keep working, just like me. Monsters can't be killed, just like your paperwork, they can't be done. We are all too small for the human world, and that's why, We have to work non-stop."

Guilliman had to admit that if he hadn't known that the bastard Frank was simply trying to go out and kill something, he'd really be fooled by him.

But here's the genius of the Punisher. He didn't say a single lie, but he spoke the truth from the bottom of his heart. Guilliman sighed in his neck and didn't know how to vomit. He bared his teeth and his expression was slowly approaching Angron.

"...Come over tomorrow, and I'll assign you a new mission," said the regent gloomily. "Now, get out of my office!"

Frank shrugged: "No problem, His Royal Highness Regent."

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

When the battle that was named 'Tera's Rebirth and Destruction' began, she was attacked on Macragge's Glory and woke up with the Emperor alive, the Empire saved, and the Inquisition Not yet.

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

After the Emperor woke up, the State Religion silently changed its propaganda rhetoric. The transformation from theology to technology is the emperor's gospel, and we should vigorously develop it, so as not to disgrace him.

Although Bonavia didn't know why technology was suddenly able to develop, the half nanomachine face and one right hand could bring great convenience to her work.

"...with all due respect, Frank." She called Frank by his first name, without any honorific. "You really said that to the Regent?"

"Is there anything wrong?"

Nothing is wrong anywhere! Bonavia roared furiously in her heart, but her face was still calm: "This...you say that he is slack, which is a bit too much."

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

Sitting in his own boat, Frank knocked on the bulkhead in annoyance, causing an echo.

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

rescue...?

Bonavia's eyes became even more bizarre, and she thought about it for a while before accepting the description. Putting aside Frank's killing or burying behavior, he was indeed saving innocent people on those planets. After all, gangsters and corrupt people really deserve to die.

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"Okay, Lord Frank..."

The female inquisitor sighed again, a sigh that often occurs no matter who talks to Frank: "Are we going to the space station over Terra? Your ship needs repairs."

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

"Your boat is new... lord, what's more, I also need repairs."

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

In the end, Frank compromised.

"Go ahead then. Computer, change destination, Terra Space Station."

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