Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

There are some things that no one would choose to believe unless they saw them with their own eyes.

For example, there is an Eldar on the Black Templars' ship - and they are not temporarily detained as slaves who will be directly executed when the time comes.

She is not a slave, she can even be said to be their leader to some extent.

At this time, the leader was sitting cross-legged in Cato Sicarius's room, eating a large bowl of ice cream leisurely.

What? You want to ask the second company commander what it feels like?

Quite simply, he felt——

"I feel terrible, Lady Lyris," Sicarius said with a frown. "Why on earth did you go to all the trouble of coming to my room to get ice cream?"

"Because I'm scared." She said matter-of-factly.

Afraid? Where in your body can you recognize this word?

Sicarius resisted the urge to sigh and said: "We have discussed this issue many times. The Black Templars will not do anything to you...Seriously, you

We should leave my room quickly. In four Terras, Lord Steve’s ship will arrive and dock with us.”

"Ah, I understand."

Lailis nodded as if she suddenly understood, and stuffed another big mouthful of ice cream into her mouth. The precious sweetness stimulated her taste buds, making Lails couldn't help but squint her eyes.

With such a cat-like expression of satisfaction, she said: "Are you afraid that guy will see me in your room, aren't you? Are you afraid that I will have a bad impact on your reputation?"

"I don't deny that there are factors in this regard."

Sicarius said with a straight face: "But you shouldn't have stayed in my room in the first place. This is my room."

"Seriously, Sicarius—"

Lai Lisi looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled: "——You should think carefully about reputation. We are allies now, and interacting with allies is a legitimate and relationship-promoting exchange. Don't you think

?"

Sicarius looked at her coldly, completely unmoved. He now only felt that he was an idiot for believing a few days ago that this Eldar was really ignorant of the world and afraid of the Black Templar. She was just acting at that time.

!

"That's right, I was acting at the time."

The Queen of the Night continued to eat the ice cream in her hand without any image, and the bold way of eating did not affect her speech at all: "But, I am indeed very interested in you. The commander of the second company of the Ultramarines, the commander of a combat company

, a legend with great military exploits..."

Her voice was pleasant, and what she said was almost flattering. But Sicarius knew very well that she was not engaging in the mutual flattery session that politicians loved most.

She is beating the ingredients to make the meat better.

From her posture, eyes, and even her words, Sicarius, who was also a warrior, could already feel pain in his nerves, which was a symptom that would occur when facing a strong enemy.

He calmly looked back at Lys: "You want to kill me?"

"If I were still in the arena, I would not hesitate to have you thrown into a fight, fully armed, and I would chop off your bones with my own hands and savor the feeling... But

I am no longer the person I used to be."

.... Lisi said shocking words, but her face did not change, and the meaning behind her words was that she was determined to win.

She seems to be more interested in ice cream than Sicarius now: "Inyed has enlightened me. I am no longer what I used to be... I no longer have to satisfy myself with one-on-one combat.

, I have better things to do.”

Something better?

Sicarius looked at the spoon she raised and the big spoon full of ice cream, and the corners of his eyes twitched: "You mean eating ice cream?"

"more than!"

Lai Lisi became excited instantly: "So many desserts——! You humans are really geniuses in this area. Your Majesty, Yin Yede, you actually have more than 500 different kinds of desserts to eat! This is simply a gift!

"

Well, now she is finally starting to act like a mental patient, instead of a weak, ignorant little white flower or sheep...

Seeing her look like this, Sicarius felt relieved. Considering Liz's identity and experience, if she had no mental problems, Sicarius would probably feel that something was wrong.

But the revelation your God gave you is to tell you to eat more sweets?

Sicarius finally couldn't hold it back and sighed: "Well, come on, Ms. Liz, a taste for sweets is much better than a taste for murder... Now, please leave my room, I don't want to talk anymore.

Once again."

"don't want."

He was rejected without hesitation.

Not even a thought, not a moment's pause.

Sicarius, who couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and walked out of the door without saying a word - If you don't leave, why don't I leave?

Four Terras... He has never felt that his days have passed so quickly. Sir Steve, when can you come?

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Steve rubbed his cheek and put down the book in his hand a little tiredly. On the way to join the Black Templars, he had been reading and rarely rested.

Learning is very important.

He always kept this in mind.

However, he can't keep learning - some things haven't been solved yet.

He stood up from behind the table and moved his shoulders and arms. This was a habit left over from the past. If you stretch yourself regularly, you will not be easily injured. Of course, he no longer has this worry. But he still does this often.

Set of stretching exercises.

Old habits die hard.

After a little movement, he walked out of the small library. There were two Crimson Fist warriors standing guard in the corridor, one of whom was holding a cup of hot coffee in his hand.

They seemed to like drinking this kind of black coffee and would not add any condiments to it. Steve once tasted it and commented that he would rather drink sulfuric acid than drink this stuff.

You must know that the black coffee produced by Wenzhen is a specially enhanced version produced for the taste buds of Astartes. This bitter taste has exceeded the bitterness limit that natural products can bring. Considering some of the traditions of the parent group Imperial Fist,

This may not be as simple as just 'liking', they should see it as some kind of challenge.

Some kind of challenge to hone yourself.

"Ah, sir, you are out."

After saying this, the Crimson Fist holding the coffee took another sip with a solemn expression and grinned. From this look, he had no intention of giving up before finishing the drink.

.... Steve laughed dumbly and simply stopped: "Is it bitter?"

It took the Crimson Fist a while before he could speak out: "It is indeed bitter, sir. But after the bitterness dissipates, it is pure sweetness and an unforgettable fragrance. Only after going through wind and rain can you see the rainbow."

"Have a cup of coffee and you turn yourself into a philosopher?" Another Crimson Fist on guard snorted. "If there wasn't something wrong with my taste buds..."

"Yeah, you have a problem with your taste buds, but you just don't want to use the medical cabin to treat yourself."

"How can something as important as the medical cabin be used casually?!"

"Come on, Donne taught us to always be honest. Admit it, you just don't dare."

"Let's go to the ring and I'll show you if I dare..."

"Heh." Crimson Fist, who was holding the coffee, sneered. "You want to use force even if you can't make it? You fool! No wonder you never pass the mock battle."

Steve couldn't help but smile, shook his head, and waved goodbye to them. Along the way, he saw several Crimson Fists who were holding coffee and drinking non-stop. The special mellow smell of black coffee spread throughout the corridor.

Yes. It even drifted all the way to the door of the cab.

He opened the door and walked into the cab. Pedro Cantor had obviously been waiting here for a long time. Like everyone else, he was holding a cup of black coffee.

"No, don't get up and greet me, just sit down, Pedro."

Steve pulled up a chair, sat down and knocked on the table. A blue light curtain unfolded, and a large countdown popped up in the most conspicuous position.

02:45:37

"How's it going? Have you contacted them?" Steve asked.

"Of course, Your Excellency. Supreme Marshal Helbricht's ship is sailing slowly according to the standard route. Our docking will not go wrong." Pedro nodded, then raised his head and drank the cup of black coffee.

Drink it all.

Putting down the cup, his face was already twitching. The simple bitter taste wouldn't make him like this, but it was produced by Wen Zhen after all...

Steve looked at him sympathetically, shook his head, and said to Wen Zhen: "Wen Zhen, where is Frank now?"

The light curtain changed, and Frank's face appeared on the screen. It was still the ice cube face, but Steve could see a feeling of being unmotivated.

"Captain, what do you want from me?" Frank's tone even became a little slow.

"...Why do you look like this?"

"I'm just a little bored, Captain." Frank raised his hand and took a look at the combat dagger in his hand. "These days, I have been holding a dagger to try to fight against imaginary enemies. It's natural to look a little bored.

."

Steve couldn't help but clicked his tongue.

"Well, I just want to tell you that we are about to dock with Sicarius and the others. We will join their mission. Of course, there are prerequisites."

Frank's eyes lit up: "What's the premise, Captain?"

"You have to obey the command. What I mean is that you can no longer wander around the battlefield based on your temper like before."

"I can do what you're told, Captain, whatever tasks you assign me will be fine. But..." Frank was rarely silent. "It's best not to let me act with others."

.... Steve and Pedro looked at each other and he asked: "Why?"

"In the beginning, I was in the Marine Corps. At that time, I still knew what teamwork was." He shook his head. "But, when I became the Punisher...this kind of thing became more difficult."

He has nothing to do with me anymore."

"The people I deal with most are intelligence dealers. I basically don't talk to people unless that guy has the information I want... Most of the time, I like to disguise myself as a mute."

He said some of the more terrifying things with an expressionless face: "Then, something even worse happened. I died, lived again...and gained some special power. In short, I want to

That’s all, Captain. I’m no longer fit to fight alongside others.”

"You are too pessimistic."

"No, I'm not pessimistic, Captain, it's just that I know my nature." Frank pursed his lips. "When a friendly force blocks an enemy, I will definitely shoot at the friendly force without hesitation."

Steve rubbed his eyebrows. He understood Frank's symptoms. When he was in the Veterans Mutual Aid Association, he met many similar people. To elaborate, this is post-traumatic stress disorder caused by the war.

A sort of.

"This is a mental disorder. Frank, have you ever considered taking medication or entering a therapy chamber?"

"No, Captain, I don't want to control it." Frank shook his head.

"Can I ask why?"

Pedro stood up consciously, intending to leave this conversation that he was not suitable to participate in. But Frank stopped him: "There is no need to leave, Pedro. There is nothing to hide in this matter."

"I once had a wife and a child." He said briefly. "And then they all died."

"My daughter was the first to die. She was only four years old at the time. The bullet smashed into her abdomen, and she fell on her back on the lawn of Central Park. When I arrived, she was almost dead. Then

, my lungs were also punctured, I fell to the ground, I could clearly feel the pain. Unlike you, captain, I would still have been hit by bullets at that time."

Frank narrated almost numbly, as if he was talking about another person: "I turned to look at her, and the expression she showed at that time was definitely not the expression a four-year-old girl should have when looking at the world. After all, she was looking at

I was beaten to pieces, and my internal organs were even squirming."

"Then she looked at me and seemed to want to call me, but she couldn't and she died."

"The last person to die was my wife. A bullet passed through her heart."

"I used the skills I learned from the army to endure the pain. For several minutes, I wished I was dead, but I didn't. So I crawled towards her. The direction where she fell happened to be facing us.

, I don’t know if this was some kind of bad joke, but she was definitely looking at me.”

Frank blinked: "...Yes, until the last moment, she was still looking at me. My wife has a pair of beautiful eyes, which are blue, like lakes. I once joked about this

I wrote a poem but failed."

"Okay, Frank, I get it -" Steve tried, trying to get him to stop and stop opening his scars. "-You've said enough."

…."That's not enough, captain, I have to let you know why I don't want to act with other people anymore. This is necessary. We are in an army, and soldiers in the army must trust each other."

Frank looked at him stubbornly, and after a few seconds, Steve gave in.

He nodded.

"The reason why I no longer act with others is because I have lost the ability to protect others. If we want to fight together, we must look after each other's backs. And I obviously do not have this ability. As long as I step on

On the battlefield, I will become a machine driven by acquired instincts."

"To sum up, Captain, I will obey your command, but I will not act with others."

He hung up the call, and Steve rubbed his brow again with a headache. Pedro on the side frowned, thinking.

Pedro Cantor didn't know Frank's exact identity - yes, he knew Frank was a new Primarch. But beyond that?

Gone.

That's all. Frank Custer acted alone, and the only judge who could keep up with him also said that he would not act with Frank in the battle. He had no hobbies, no needs, and even the desire for weapons as a soldier

Likes are superficial.

Pedro knew he was interested in the Fist of Dorne Power Gauntlets he held, but never actually said he wanted to try them out. As his Primarch, if he wanted to do so, Pedro

It's impossible to refuse.

But he didn't.

The words Frank Castle just said gave him a glimpse of his past. A guess began to take shape in Pedro's mind... He gradually realized that Frank might have been just like them before.

One of the mortals.

He was not born a Primarch.

A mortal sees his wife and daughter being shot dead in front of him... This kind of mental trauma may last a lifetime.

"Alas." Steve's sigh interrupted his thoughts.

Turning his head, Pedro saw Steve leaning on the back of the chair with a sad face. He asked: "Sir, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, I just thought of some bad things." Steve pursed his lips. "We are all soldiers, Pedro, but we still have our own lives, don't we?"

"The war has not erased our humanity. No matter how indifferent it seems, there are still things in this world that we care about. These things are anchors and the key to maintaining our humanity... But Frank is different. His

The anchor point was artificially destroyed from the beginning."

Steve raised his head and stared at the ceiling of the cab. He was silent for a long time before continuing: "A solitary person is either a beast or a god. For us, no matter which kind he is, it is not a good thing."

Pedro didn't answer. He didn't think he was qualified to judge a primarch.

"That's it for now... No matter what, we still have to continue." Steve stood up. "Wen Zhen, please call Brother Anjiade to the cab."

About eight minutes later, rhythmic footsteps sounded in the corridor. Ten seconds later, someone knocked on the cab door.

"Come in, Brother Anjiade."

….The door opened, and Anjiade, wearing a newly repaired Seiko Faith Power Armor, appeared at the door without entering immediately. He said meticulously: "I salute you, my lord, and I also say hello to you, Pedro."

·Chapter Commander Kantor."

Standard Imperial Fists style.

"Don't worry about these complicated etiquette, come in, Anjiade - how do you feel on the ship these days?"

"It feels very good, sir. I have to say, Chapter Master Pedro Cantor, your brothers are all a group of respectable monks. They are completely loyal to the God Emperor, and each of them is extraordinary in strength. In the ring competition

It caused me a lot of trouble."

He had such a straight face that Pedro didn't even know whether what he said was irony or not at first.

"...Thank you for the compliment, champion. I will pass it on to them."

"Thank you, Chapter Commander Pedro." Anjiade nodded mechanically. "Sir, why did you come to me for this? I will do my best."

"No need to be so exaggerated, Anjiade, I just want to tell you that we also have - well, a pattern array to show the time."

The dim light curtain lit up again, and a beating countdown appeared on it.

01:57:43

"We will rendezvous with Marshal Helbricht's ship when we still have one Dorterra. You can return to your own battle group, Brother Anjiade."

"Really? Thank you for your information, sir."

Anjiade nodded steadily, he was very happy, but did not show it completely on his face: "Can I ask a small question, sir?"

"Of course, what do you want to ask?"

"Will you join us in the next mission?" He asked with eagerness and enthusiasm. "I know it is abrupt to say this, but, my lord, I ask you to lead us forward! You are the Primarch,

It will definitely lead us to victory!"

Steve was slightly embarrassed, but Pedro immediately became alert. The implication behind these words was that the Black Templar was coming to steal his life.

The Chapter Master of the Crimson Fist narrowed his eyes and remained calm, intending to continue watching his cousin's performance.

"This -" Steve said hesitantly. "-Although I do intend to join your mission, I am just a soldier, and I do not intend to take over your command."

Anjiade was taken aback, and then immediately turned his head and looked at Pedro almost questioningly. The latter felt a toothache.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Angade soon let him know why: "Chapter Master Pedro, why don't you hand over the command to Lord Steve? He is a Primarch!"

The tone was almost questioning.

Pedro was obviously choked, and the hat was just right. He didn't know how to answer for a while. It was Steve who helped him out.

"No, this is what I asked for, Pedro." Steve smiled gently. "Stop talking about this. After we meet up, we are going to intercept the orc named Face Ripper. You have heard of it before.

It?"

"I've heard a little bit about it, my lord."

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