Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Falling in love with youkanshu.com, who is a serious person learning magic in Marvel?

After a long personal experience and on-the-spot investigation, He Shenyan believes that the succubus massage parlor and the elf bubble bath have their own merits.

Succubus' services are more attentive and all-encompassing, you can do whatever you want. It's okay to be a bit heavy, unless it's the kind that likes blood, or they generally won't refuse.

That experience is in another store.

The elves, on the other hand, have a different experience. They are more enthusiastic—very proactive, really proactive.

With things like this, He Shenyan didn't even have the heart to criticize them. These two stores and their employees are not for money at all, they are purely hobbies...

cough.

Pull away.

The mage was sitting in a beverage shop inside the White Tower at this time.

This store has been the champion for seventeen consecutive years in the beverage selection of "Today's Diet" on the Baita Council's intranet. Considering the astonishing degree to which mages love the new and dislike the old, this shop is quite magical.

The drink he is drinking is a new product that has just been launched for only a week. It extracts the core of the 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 The bones of the dragon were carved out.

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

Can't let Sishorn know that there is such a place, otherwise he will definitely sharpen his head to qualify for cross-border.

Having said that, he didn't come to Baita this time just to release him. The empire is now on the right track, but there are still many problems to be solved.

For example, infrastructure.

Guilliman is really good at this. He doesn't just like building a prosperous society. He loves it.

And love can often give birth to a lot of things. For example, the extraordinary power, the Ultramar Five Hundred Worlds was born under this power.

However, manpower will eventually run out. The Empire has so much territory, but there is only one Guilliman. The other Primarchs didn't do it at all, especially Frank. He is simply a model of killing or burying.

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

Don't get me wrong, they are not incompetent. In fact, although there is a lot of waste in the vegetarian meal, most people who can hold official positions must have the ability. Otherwise, they won't be able to sit still. But no matter what, the empire's control over the world within its own territory is pitifully low.

There are even some rules that have become established by convention - you pay taxes and pay people, and I don't care about you. The origin of this phenomenon is actually the result of many reasons, and it is impossible to say it. During those 10,000 years of darkness, the Empire gave up too much to keep its basics going.

Too many things turn one eye off, and that's not right. 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 drop a group of bureaucrats who are completely loyal to the empire and have the ability and skill.

It is a pity that the empire is currently unable to do both.

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

One, loyal to the empire but no brains, and two, less loyal but brainy.

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Hmm... choose one of two.

Therefore, after a long conversation and debate, the Emperor and the Mage finally settled on a feasible plan, and this plan requires the help of the White Tower Council.

From the endless star sea, the cross-border mages who have footprints spread over millions of different worlds may even provide millions of ways to fry french fries. What are the coordinates of a few worlds?

After taking another sip of the drink in the cup, the Master carefully felt the impact and shock of the liquid star core on the taste buds, and could not help but narrow his eyes. He's not really a hedonist, but who would refuse to be better off?

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 slender and square black body, and even his head was square. It is very tall, about seven meters or so. There were only a pair of eyes that shone with purple light on that face.

The race of this cross-border mage is obviously not human - He Shenyan silently changed his attitude towards the next dialogue. He didn't want the other person to feel offended.

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

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

The self-proclaimed black cross-border mage shrank his body, sat in the chair of the beverage shop, and ordered a special drink for himself with his mental power.

He then continued: "However, you've been waiting here for a while. I personally hate being waited for, and it makes me feel bad. I'm going to add ten concentrated magic cores to the cargo, which is my apology. "

Is a particular person.

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

He also nodded: "According to your needs, I have found the coordinates of those worlds, but it is a little troublesome to deal with, you may need to go to those worlds to have a look."

"What? Are they all unregistered worlds?"

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

There are quite a large group of people in the cross-border mages who do this. They will continue to explore the endless star sea to obtain the coordinates of the world and trade them to other mages for profit.

It may sound appalling, but because of the strict auditing mechanism, all those who do this, even buyers, have to have a certain level of moral bottom line. Even if someone passes the moral test by means of personality hypnosis or substitution, there are world barriers as a last resort.

Of course, if someone really destroys the world together with the World Barrier, the White Tower Council will not do the same - what else can we do? It's nothing more than a wanted notice for you.

Since a long time ago, the cross-border mages have had a consensus. Any world is precious, and even a world without any magical power may give birth to the new knowledge that mages need. Any mages who are curious and thirst for knowledge cannot refuse this.

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

Hei nodded: "Yes, they are all unregistered worlds. By the way, by the way. You should be buying world coordinates for the first time, right?"

"That's right, what's wrong?"

"Just a little bit of my personal advice."

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 rush to drink it.

"The world coordinates you buy have basic order and moral standards. Maybe some of them are quite backward, after all, such behavior is no different from digging treasure... But you'd better not let your own Temperament to drastically change those worlds."

The black words seem to have grown more, and while shaking the bottle, he continued: "I used to be a human like you, until I found my behavior was full of arrogance... In order to get rid of this savior Impulsively, I had to change my body to isolate the impact of my feelings."

He Shenyan didn't listen to his so-called suggestion at all, but since he mentioned the word 'replacement', he couldn't help but be a little interested.

"I can't see it, 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, then he crushed the bottle and spilled the liquid full of resentment and curse on his hands: "That's true... You don't have to take it to heart. It's just my stupid opinion. ."

The mage smiled and remitted the transaction money to him through the intranet transaction mechanism. Originated from the Emperor, but improved by his hand, the super soldier transformation plan has entered the black database. After he flipped through it roughly, he nodded to He Shenyan.

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

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

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"The world coordinates have been obtained."

"So fast?"

The Emperor was a little surprised, and couldn't help showing a smile: "Although I still don't like the colonization plan you proposed, but since you are sure of doing it, I don't think I have any reason to stop it."

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

He Shenyan sat in the armchair, propped his cheeks, sat bored in the warp and watched the Emperor continue his never-ending search: "It's more about colonization than poverty alleviation... .An interstellar civilization goes to another world to help the humans there, without even giving back."

He changed his sitting position and spread his hands: "The flow of time varies between worlds. According to my calculations, within twenty years at most, there will be a large number of capable, experienced, talented, and extremely loyal officials within the empire. , not to mention the other things we could gain along the way.”

"It's very simple...but it's a completely foreign world after all."

The Emperor sighed: "Furthermore, if I'm not mistaken, 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 warp. threat."

The mage chuckled softly, but didn't deny him: "Have some confidence, old guy."

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real universe.

A spaceship descended slowly, and its descent was silent. The latest pattern array technology enables it to have a performance far beyond that of any pure technology product, and it can even do such a thing as a silent landing.

The hatch opened slowly, and the fully armed Bonavia and Frank walked out. Unlike Frank's unwavering eyes, the female judge stared at the glassy land in front of her with complex eyes.

Having served in the Inquisition for many years, she has access to many complex materials, and she is somewhat aware of the appalling things that happened on the Instéphane III. But only after seeing it with her own eyes did she slowly begin to understand how tragic it was that happened here.

Words cannot be perfectly expressed, and can only be described as descriptions—when you see with your own eyes the ground that has been bombarded by artillery into a state of glazed glass, when you see with your own eyes the wreckage of the city buried under the wreckage, all the words All are pale.

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

Frank, who was standing beside her, didn't think much of it at all. He took down the bolt gun hanging from his waist, loaded it, and looked around warily. Bonavia was silenced for a while by his posture.

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

"We must remain vigilant at all times."

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

That being said, Bonavia was actually ready for battle—she said that simply because she wanted to chat with Frank. And the latter doesn't know this at all.

He replied bluntly: "He didn't say it doesn't mean he didn't."

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

A familiar voice appeared in Frank's ear, and he turned his head to see that a man with white hair was slowly walking towards them. The appearance is perfect, and it is no different from the gods. But the long, narrow scar on his right cheek destroyed this perfection and divinity, making him human.

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

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

Frank's muzzle was unshakable: "Say."

"Okay, I don't know, is that alright? My God, I didn't arrive until the end of the war. How do I know what you've been up to?"

Frank stared at him for a while before putting down the gun: "The danger is removed, and the ship is informed of the disarmed state, Bonavia."

Then he stepped forward and shook hands with Fulgrim: "Long time no see, Fulgrim."

"Your attitude is too blunt..." Phoenix helplessly rubbed his eyebrows. "Is handshake torture for you?"

"Politeness is of no use to wicked men," Frank said quietly. "Lead the way, you must have something for me to do."

Phoenix looked at him strangely, and after a while, he laughed dumbly.