Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Send a poet, send a man of letters, a philosopher, and a traitor, lock them up in a room, and make them write a book of a million words—that's the only way to describe Voldemort. Gan's current mood.

He had Guilliman's personal portable in his hand, and hadn't said a word for over fifteen minutes. Robert Guilliman, who was sitting across from him, was full of helplessness, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't speak.

Finally, after another five minutes, he could bear it no longer.

"Well, Vulcan, I have to work... correcting official documents, issuing new decrees, and passing some feasible laws." He said tactfully. "I am the Regent—you understand?"

"Ah, yes..." Vulcan replied obviously absent-mindedly, still holding the person's terminal and looking at it endlessly, his fingers kept sliding rapidly.

Guilliman sighed.

"But if I want to do this work, I need my personal terminal, do you understand?" he said helplessly, emphasizing the word 'my'.

Vulkan finally raised his head, with a little surprise on his expression: "You use this thing to handle government affairs?"

"Yes, why not? Have two servitors and four servo skulls stand where you sit, as in the old days, and send me new parchments endlessly?"

Guilliman shook his head amusedly: "No, no, this method has long been eliminated, and I don't want to do it again. The efficiency of a personal terminal is much faster than paper documents that require human transportation. Like the difference between a canoe and a cruiser."

"But, aren't you worried that the evil god is causing trouble?" Vulkan asked cautiously. "She will never let go of this opportunity, you have to be careful, brother."

"...you haven't seen the information about Tzeentch?"

Guilliman rubbed his eyebrows, and explained to Vulcan's shocked eyes: "Don't look at me like that, she's already dead, so it's okay to call her name directly, you don't need to So be careful. Secondly, you have been watching for twenty minutes, why haven't you seen the information about this part?"

"Well... um..."

Vulkan faltered and explained, "I've been looking at other things."

other things?

Guilliman looked at his brother suspiciously,

This frowning expression made the Lord of Fire Dragon even more nervous—he coughed and explained in an attempt to cover up: "I'm just looking at some historical data and the possible follow-up effects..."

"Give me the terminal."

Guilliman narrowed his eyes and stretched out his hand, and said with a more serious tone, "Show me, Vulcan, what are you looking at?"

Speaking of this, Vulkan had no choice but to honestly hand the terminal back. Guilliman glanced at him, reached out to take it, and looked down at the first line of words that made the corners of his eyes twitch.

It was impressively written on it that he had formed an alliance with the Eldar.

He began to turn up, Vulcan waved his hands again and again, as if he wanted to explain, but Guilliman raised his left hand and said softly: "Don't talk, Vulcan, let me see one look."

Guilliman continued to scroll up.

According to the historical reading records displayed on the terminal, what Vulkan saw in these twenty minutes included his alliance with the Eldar, the specific influence caused by the Astartes scriptures, the future development route of the state religion, and so on. It seems that there is no problem, but if Vulkan really only read these things, why is he so nervous?

Guilliman turned to the top bit by bit, and a line of words came into view—Emergency Preparedness Plan, Second Reich.

"Ho—!"

Guilliman let out a short yelp, then yanked the terminal down. The poor machine made a loud noise on his steel desk. If the terminal itself had a soul, it would probably have started to make an indescribable scream by now.

Vulkan's expression was very complicated at the moment, he didn't look at the regent of the empire who was more panicked than him, he just said falteringly: "Russ and I mentioned these things... He also didn't tell me where he knew it... I'm just curious... I'm really just curious."

The regent raised his trembling hands, covered his face, leaned back, and simply lay down on the wide chair. He asked feebly, "How much have you watched?"

"Uh......"

Vulkan let out a meaningless drawn-out sound, and from a certain point of view, this could already answer many things.

"Okay, okay. I knew that day would come sooner or later."

Guilliman covered his face and said: "But I have to explain to you seriously, brother, this incident is really not the best evidence of my hidden ambitions as claimed by those scholars who have been digging history... ...They are totally slandering me!"

Vulkan nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, I think so too, you are not that kind of person at all."

"Also, I'm not building another empire. We didn't know anything about the empire at the time. I just want to leave a spark for mankind!"

"Yes, yes, you did all right."

Vulkan nodded more quickly, his face full of sincerity, and it looked as if he completely agreed with Guilliman's words. But in fact, Guilliman knew very well that Vulkan just wanted to get this topic out of the way.

His Royal Highness the Prince Regent sighed, sat upright, put down his hands, the expression on his face could no longer be described in words: "Forget it, let's skip this question... What are you doing with your hand out?"

"Uh, I want to continue reading those materials on your terminal?" Vulcan asked cautiously.

"...Let me tell you, what do you want to know?"

Hearing this, Vulkan was silent for a while, and then quickly asked a long series of questions: "What's the situation with Angron and Fulgrim? How did Sanguinius come back to life? Then Who is the mage? Also, how did Tzeentch die? How is the father now? Where are my sons?"

Obviously, these questions have been held in his mind for a long time.

His speed of speech was so fast that even Guilliman was a little overwhelmed. The Lord of Ultramar replied while thinking: "Angron's situation is more complicated, he is not from the world we know... ..Well, I'll save that for another time. As for Fulgrim..."

Guilliman blinked in embarrassment: "He—well, how should I put it. Fabius Bayer, an apothecary in his regiment, cloned him at some point. The clone was the uncorrupted Fu Grim, then, he sold the clone to some Necron, oh, you don't know about Necrons, do you..."

Two hours later, Vulcan, who walked out of his office, was already in a state of mind wandering. His expression was dull, and he didn't even respond to the greetings from the Ever Victorious Army immediately.

When he walked away, the two ever-victorious soldiers couldn't help but looked at each other.

"What's wrong with Master Vulkan?" one of them asked.

"How would I know?" replied another. "However, his expression reminded me of the expression of the Chapter Master some time ago when he knew that an Eldar was going to board the ship... It was exactly the same."