Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

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Sanguinius sat in the mage's office with red eye circles, holding a cup of black tea with sugar in his trembling hands.

He held the elegant ceramic mug in his hand, forming an interesting contrast. This set of beautiful porcelain is a bit exaggerated for ordinary people, out of fashion for soldiers, and for Angron to use is a waste of things. Only here in Sanguinius is just right.

——His temperament and appearance can calm down most things.

He Shenyan had a headache.

Obviously, it would be the same for anyone. Even the emperor might find it difficult to face the weeping Sanguinius.

Sighing, the mage said, "It doesn't have to be so, Sanguinius—you can go to an opera with your frail appearance."

Regarding the mage's metaphor, Sanguinius showed complete innocence, as if he didn't understand what he was saying at all.

The archangel just said in a trembling voice with a broken tone at the end: "Your Excellency, please forgive me, I don't understand what you mean."

Angron, who was sitting on the sofa reading a book, was about to roll his eyes to the sky.

He Shenyan sighed again: "I mean...you don't need to show this appearance at all, the weepers have already got what they deserve."

Sanguinius narrowed his eyes slightly, and the appearance of crying immediately disappeared. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Really? They didn't tell me about it... I was being rude."

"It's normal not to tell you. They already feel that they deserve it. I'm surprised, why didn't Guilliman tell you this?"

"Robert probably forgot, he's a busy man for one thing. What does it matter if his brother's Chapter has been wronged—ah..."

Sanguinius even sighed aggrievedly at the end, the power of yin and yang strange energy is very superb.

That is to say, Guilliman didn't hear it, otherwise most of them would have to jump up and explain.

He Shenyan could only keep his face sullen so as not to laugh out loud.

After a while, he finally got rid of the urge to laugh: "I have to say something fair for him, although my teacher is not very responsible...well, he probably really is. The most important thing is to forget."

Don't worry about the joy on their side, His Royal Highness the Prince Regent who is still fighting with government affairs on the Macragge's Glory may be criticized for having a bad memory, but he is actually the person with the best memory in the entire empire one of them.

He even remembered Horus' birthday—more precisely, the day Horus was brought back by the Emperor. August 12 every year.

He didn't tell the matter with great fanfare, but began to prepare carefully in secret. Guilliman has not fully let go of the past, and the damage Horus has done to the Imperium and all of them is irreparable. However, that Horus was dead.

Guilliman didn't want to, and couldn't, vent his anger on a broken soul.

In a sense, he just wants to remember the past temporarily.

"Yes, Khan, it's me, are you still on the Vengeance?"

Khan's voice on the personal terminal sounded distorted, he seemed to be wrestling with something, and he was a little panting when he spoke: "Yeah, I'm still... um, a good move. "..."Wait, are you fighting something?"

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"It's just a monster of Khorne," Khan said calmly. "Wait for a few seconds, I'll kill it first."

Guilliman frowned and took the personal terminal a little further away,

From the Khan's end came his laughter and a demonic roar, then the sound of swords clashing, followed by the sound of blades piercing flesh.

Five seconds later, Khan's voice sounded again: "...Okay, I've solved it. What can I do for you?"

"It's not a big deal, but I want to ask first, how are you fighting the Khorne?"

"It's just a simulation." Khan laughed heartily. "It's 70% to 80% genuine, so it's a good pastime. You can try it when you have time—oh, I forgot that you're not suitable for this, sorry."

Guilliman narrowed his eyes slightly, and clicked his tongue in displeasure: "I can still beat a Khorne lord, but you have no confidence in my force."

"It's not that I don't have confidence in your force, Robert. I'm skeptical about your power in one-on-one situations. After all, there are too many lessons learned, aren't there?"

"You—forget it."

Guilliman sighed: "Tomorrow is August 12th, you know that?"

This time, Khan paused for a few seconds before answering him.

"Yes, I know," he whispered. "Do you have any plans?"

"It's not really an arrangement, I just think, since everyone is here, and it just so happens—why don't we get together once? Such an opportunity is rare, Khan, isn't it?"

Guilliman leaned back in his chair with a sigh, and he looked up at the Emperor mural on the ceiling. The man with the square face and wheat-colored skin was closing his eyes, his expression was full of compassion, and he was wearing a laurel wreath, emitting golden light.

He smiled: "We used to call each other brothers, but there really aren't many moments like this. Sometimes we are more enemies than brothers. Ha, how ironic. Ten thousand years of human suffering is caused by a family Moral drama."

"You don't have to try to convince me, brother, I can't disagree."

Khan laughed lowly: "The trouble you really need to consider is not me or others. What do you think Sanguinius will think if he knows the existence of Horus?"

"So I called you first, Chagatai."

Guilliman stood up and started pacing the office with his hands behind his back: "I don't know if you want to admit it, but we were indeed a bunch of immature kids before. Stubborn, weird and paranoid. Everyone has That aspect of — I often wonder, if there had been someone who could have connected us completely at the time, would it have ended differently?"

"I suppose you mean the captain."

Khan made a back nasal sound, as if to deny Guilliman.

"Let's not go back to the past, Robert. Stop dwelling on the good old days."

With a little warning, he said so.

"The appearance of the captain is already a miracle, and besides, I don't think it will be any different if he appeared during the Great Crusade, unless he stood by the Emperor from the beginning, or simply replaced the non-speaking man. Talking old man. You have to admit, we all need to see blood to change. And... I don't think Chaos will let it go." . . . "...I get it, the others are now in where?"

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"In the captain's office, Sanguinius passed by half an hour ago, looking like he was about to start a show, so I made an excuse and left. Chogoris, I don't want to see him doing another set That kind of all-around operatic performance."

Guilliman sighed. "Okay, I'll be right there—you've got to help me, Khan."

"Wait, aren't Russ and Fulgrim aboard your ship? Aren't you going to convince them both first?"

"Come on, Russ likes excitement the most. Do you think he will not attend a banquet?" Guilliman said with a little disgust. "As for Fulgrim—he'll certainly be there."

Chagatai Khan was silent for a while before laughing dumbly.

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Guilliman arrived on the Vengeance ten minutes later with a very excited Leman Russ and a very calm Fulgrim. Forgive my description, but the Wolf King does look excited like some kind of wolf relative.

"Be quiet, Russ," Guilliman said, frowning. "They don't know about it yet."

"Oh, come on!"

Ruth patted Guilliman on the back with a little distaste: "Do you really think that you are the only one who remembers the days? My brother, don't treat everyone else as fools. You go and drive over slowly now, maybe They have excluded you and me and started discussing how to hold a banquet!"

"......how is this possible?"

"How is it impossible?"

Ruth asked rhetorically: "When Horus hadn't lost his mind, he had a good relationship with everyone, especially Sanguinius. Do you think he won't remember his brother's birthday? He even went to Baal I remember the birthdays of some of the civilians, but don’t you remember Horus?”

Guilliman closed his eyes in pain, already beginning to doubt life.

What on earth did I bring him here for? Is it to torture myself?

Fulgrim's voice sounded faintly at the right time: "Don't doubt yourself, Robert. Russ is like this, you have to learn to adapt. He cannot be tamed."

Phoenix bites the word tame very hard.

"Hey!" Ruth rolled his eyes. "Is there something wrong with the descriptor you used?"

Fulgrim said nothing, but glanced at Ruth's fur cloak behind him with a strange look.

"Take back your words, Fulgrim! Take back!"

"Okay, I'll take it back—what do you want me to say? You've already been tamed?" Phoenix sighed. "Please, Ruth, be quiet. Look at Robert, he's all gray."

"My hair will really turn gray if you two don't keep quiet."

Amid such noise, they used the in-ship teleportation to arrive outside He Shenyan's office, but before Guilliman opened the door, they heard Sanguinius' laughter coming from inside.

His eyes were fixed: very good, this will be easy to handle.

Sanguinius is the gentlest person most of the time, but he's also the most stubborn. and......

He sighed. Guilliman wondered if he could treat Horus in a peaceful way if he had experienced what Sanguinius had experienced.

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Now that Sanguinius is laughing, things will be easier. At least he can make an opening statement in a better way, and the follow-up should be much simpler. Hmm... Guilliman pondered for a moment, then pushed open the door.

The scene in the office did not exceed his expectations. He Shenyan was chatting with Sanguinius, and the two were obviously very happy.

Angron on the side looked at the book with a straight face, and glanced at the two people over there from time to time, as if he wanted to join but didn't want to speak first. Khan sat opposite him, still smelling of blood, obviously just returned from his simulation field not long ago.

"Cough." Guilliman coughed softly. "Guys, I—"

"—He's going to hold a birthday party for Horus!" The wolf king shouted excitedly.

The scene fell into silence for a while, He Shenyan raised his eyebrows, and gave Guilliman a look of "what did you bring him here for?" Khan did the same, but with more intensity. A strange smile slowly appeared on Angron's face. He put down the book, looking like he wanted to watch a good show.

Fulgrim moved a little further away from Russ and Guilliman without a sound, and Phoenix obviously had a premonition of what was going to happen next, so he was very careful, and Russ didn't even notice his movement.

The smile on Sanguinius' face froze, Guilliman glanced at him and quickly looked away, a feeling of guilt surged in his heart. Fortunately, Leman Russ broke the deadlock.

He shouted in dissatisfaction: "Hey! What's your reaction?! Didn't you hear clearly? Robert is going to hold a birthday party for Horus! Horus! No, no, little Horus!"

With a snap, Guilliman raised his hand in pain and patted his forehead. The scene fell into silence again, and Ruth looked at him puzzled—no, he wasn't puzzled, he was pretending to be like this on purpose.

The smirk on the wolf king's mouth gave him away. Obviously, he just wanted to see Guilliman joke.

"My brother." Sanguinius said slowly. "Would you mind explaining to us what you mean by little Horus?"

"It's literally." Ruth said solemnly.

Khan took his words and went on to say, which can be regarded as helping Guilliman to ease the atmosphere: "A young version of Horus, a broken soul taken back from the warp by our father, the captain forged him with stars The current body. He doesn't remember much about the past, he's a growing kid."

"Thank you for the explanation, you two, but I'm not asking you." Sanguinius looked at Guilliman with a smile. "Robert—could you explain, please?"

Guilliman straightened his neck and looked up at the ceiling without squinting: "I don't think I need to explain any more, they've made it very clear. Anyway, that's the way it is, Sanguinius. Tomorrow is—"

"—it was August 12th, Horus' birthday, yes, I remember. To be honest, I have no objection to your idea of ​​giving him a birthday party. I'm just a little angry with you."

The archangel pursed his lips, his slightly disappointed eyes deeply hurt Guilliman's heart, and made him speak anxiously: "It's not what you think, Sanguinius."

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"I think so? Which?"

Sanguinius asked rhetorically, "Are you referring to concealing his existence? Or do you mean to predict my reaction in advance and carefully plan for it, but refuse to really ask me what I think about this matter?" ?”

"Come on, Robert," Sanguinius said softly. "Come on, I beg you. You're becoming more and more like him."

That sentence hurt Guilliman more than the disappointment in his eyes.

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