Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

I am afraid that the only word that can be used to describe the current Robert Guilliman is "devastated".

As the regent of the empire, the things he has to deal with every day are almost measured in kilograms. And sometimes, these things will pile up to the point that even he can't bear it. It's rare, but it's not impossible.

Sometimes, there will be some coincidences that collide with each other and connect together, eventually causing immeasurable trouble to Guilliman.

And only he can handle these troubles.

He said to his personal terminal with a sad face: "Cancel the meeting with the Ministry of Internal Affairs and tell them to make another report and give it to me. They already had a problem with Terra's demographic data last time. I can forget about it, but

If something goes wrong again this time, I will personally inspect the Ministry of Internal Affairs to see what they are doing."

"Postpone the meeting on the reconstruction of the Martyr's Bridge, no, cancel and postpone all meetings today."

"Tell those nobles who try to test my bottom line that anything related to smuggling will not be tolerated. If someone is caught by the guards again trying to buy smuggled goods or smuggling Terra's local crops to other planets, his entire family will

They will all be shamed...in a physical sense."

"Let the people responsible for security around the farm be more vigilant and assign them a new batch of monitoring equipment. Also let them carefully check the identities of those who steal."

"Terra's local citizens who are counted in the census are allotted food, and it is absolutely impossible to starve, but we cannot rule out a small number of cases... If a citizen is unable to obtain citizenship due to the negligence of officials of the Ministry of Internal Affairs

A person of high status steals food in order to survive, and his behavior can be tolerated."

After doing all this, he sighed, closed the personal terminal, and put it aside.

The reason why we are so busy and yet have postponed all the meetings and conferences we should have is because the four primarchs are about to return to Terra.

Four - well, four.

He rubbed his cheeks, showing utter exhaustion. It was rare for a Superman to show such an expression, but Robert Guilliman had never considered himself a Superman.

Angron and Fulgrim are relatively easy to deal with. If they ask questions about the reconstruction and recruitment of their own legions, they can directly prevaricate them. How can they deal with Angron and suppress him...

.

Sanguinius is the best solution - usually. He has little need for politics, and he won't ask for a position to disrupt the existing political situation that has been hard to balance.

However, he was bound to meet the Weeper Chapter. Whether it was public or private, Guilliman could not hide the existence of such a Chapter from him. And this was also the most troublesome point for him.

Guilliman couldn't imagine how Sanguinius would react if he knew what had happened to the Lamenters.

He really didn't dare to think about it.

Finally, there is his brother Leman Russ who has disappeared for ten thousand years. The Space Wolves have been isolated from the political forces of the empire for a long time, and they are at odds with most of the war groups and forces at the center of politics. Leman Russ

Will Si's return have an impact on this matter?

Is it a good influence or a bad influence?

Guilliman didn't know that he couldn't figure everything out from behind this wooden table.

After these cold political thoughts escaped from his mind, what came up was a completely separate second emotion. A kind of sincere joy for the return of his brother. Guilliman kept his rationality and sensibility very separate.

, this is his unique ability and the source of his pain.

Becoming a qualified politician means that you have to give up some things. As long as you give up these things, the politician will live like a fish in water. This is the source of Guilliman's pain, he is unwilling to give up those precious things.

For him, politics is ultimately just a means, not an identity.

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"General."

With a victorious smile, Fulgrim tapped the black and white chessboard.

Angron glanced at him and bared his teeth: "What are you proud of?"

"Well, my brother, there's certainly a reason why I'm so proud. You see, we played seventeen games in total, and you only won two of them... Considering the math

The simplicity, I think, of course I should be proud of."

Fulgrim burst out laughing: "You lost miserably, Angron!"

"...It's just a few games of chess, let's see how happy you are." Angron crossed his arms and turned his head. "Hey, Russ, come here and play a few games with this idiot."

"I reject!"

Leman Russ rejected Angron's proposal without hesitation. He raised the giant mutton ribs made by the pattern in his hand, with a satisfied smile on his face: "I'm busy eating, brother,

Get in with him yourself."

"Sanguinius—?"

"Brother, I also have something to do."

The archangel whose name was called showed an apologetic smile: "I am busy appreciating paintings, do you want to join me? The technique used in this oil painting depicting the heroic and unyielding Astra Militarum is quite realistic, but there is something new in it.

Inside, this painter is very good..."

"It seems you can only play chess with me, Angron."

Fulgrim put a casual smile on his face and fiddled with the chess pieces with his long fingers: "How about it, do you want to continue? Or are you planning to admit defeat?"

"Don't be too proud, you are a dazzling phoenix..."

Angron, who deliberately used insulting words, sneered and snapped his fingers. The magnetic chessboard controlled by Wen Zhen immediately returned to its original appearance. He sneered and said: "Just continue, am I afraid of you?"

Five minutes later, Fulgrim's win count reached sixteen.

"How about it, do you want to continue?"

Angron snorted coldly and stood up without changing his expression: "I'm going to train in a simulated battle. You can play chess slowly by yourself."

Similar scenes have happened many times in the past two weeks. Although some people (actually only one person) are very reluctant to admit it, their relationship has indeed progressed. At least, some of it is like ten thousand years ago.

looks like.

Traveling back in time has always been one of the deepest desires of mankind, and few can truly achieve it. Sanguinius is one of the few who can truly look at many things rationally, so he cherishes this atmosphere of the present.

.

"Ah, I can see the Terra Space Station through the window. It's really spectacular. Russ, come and take a look."

Sanguinius, who was sitting in front of the porthole, suddenly smiled. He waved to Russ, who slowly walked over with mutton chops in his hand. Normally, Leman Russ was not a person who was aware of the surrounding environment.

People who care about it, but even he can't help but be surprised by the scale of Terra Space Station.

"It's really surprising." He chewed the delicious mutton and said inarticulately. "I suddenly felt like a countryman entering the city."

Sanguinius was made dumbfounded by his metaphor, and the archangel patted him on the back: "Don't be so presumptuous, Russ. You just look a little wild on the outside."

After a while, their ship entered the separate port of Terra Space Station. The Blood Angels left the ship in accordance with their father's request. Sanguinius knew very well that if he didn't do this, I'm afraid where would he end up?

, the Blood Angels will follow wherever they go.

Fulgrim didn't have any worries in this regard. The Emperor's Children currently had sensitive identities and were not suitable for public appearances - besides, they didn't really want to hang around. Although no one said it explicitly, Fulgrim actually knew it.

Really, what his heirs want most now is probably time to be alone and rest.

With the stinky Angron and Russ teleporting for the first time, they arrived on the Macragge's Glory. Guilliman had obviously been waiting for a long time.

"It's great to see you back safely, brothers - you even brought me a surprise. Ruth, where have you been running for the past ten thousand years?"

"I think I'm more of a scare to you, Robert." The Wolf King grinned. "Where else can we go? In the subspace, our father drove him there to find something to cure his illness. As a result,

He got better on his own, what a waste of my feelings."

After he finished speaking, Guilliman looked up at the ceiling with a strange expression.

"Forgive me for not being able to hold a banquet for you. The return of the original body is still a secret in the empire."

"It doesn't matter if there's a banquet or not. Brother, I've already eaten enough on the boat." Ruth yawned. "What I want most now is a soft bed, and I want to sleep soundly.

I feel like everything else doesn’t matter.”

Angron suddenly laughed: "Lazy."

"Brother, don't look for trouble... I know you're a little unhappy because you keep losing, but I'm not the one who keeps playing chess with you."

"Do you really think that the outcome of a few games of chess can determine my mood? You are wrong, Ruth. There is only one reason for my anger - there are still so many things that have not been completed, and so many enemies that have not been killed. Thinking of this

, it’s hard for me to stay calm.”

Angron's expression was very gloomy: "But you only think about the banquet and rest..."

"Come on, you do this because you like it. I hold parties and sleep in because I like it. We just like different things. Don't act as if you are any more noble than me...

I have killed as many enemies as you."

Ruth's yawn became longer and longer: "Then, I'll go to bed first - Robert, there should be an empty room on your ship, right?"

Guilliman nodded towards him: "There are many rooms, take your pick, Russ. Rest well."

Ruth didn't answer, just waved her hand with her back to him, and then left.

Angron was the second to leave. To Guilliman's expectation, he didn't ask about rebuilding the World Eaters at all - maybe He had already talked to him? Guilliman didn't know the answer.

, but the matter was resolved for the time being, and he felt relieved for the time being.

"Well, Fulgrim, I have something to say to you."

"Speak, Robert—I'm all ears."

"That's right, the return of you and your legion cannot be widely publicized for the time being. I hope you can understand this, Fulgrim. Some things are bound to take time to resolve."

Fulgrim was completely indifferent to the hints in Guilliman's words.

Phoenix played with the chess piece in his hand, held his cheek carelessly, and said, "I don't care about this matter, Robert."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course, brother." Fulgrim laughed. "I know very well how good you are at politics. Compared with you, we are all laymen. So, you have the final say."

Guilliman was surprised by how easy-going he was - when did Fulgrim become so easy-going?

It seems that his appearance has not only changed slightly. Guilliman thought as he glanced at the scar on Fulgrim's cheek.

"That's good. In fact, it couldn't be better..." Guilliman had a heartfelt smile on his face. "I even thought I would have a quarrel with you."

"That's not necessary."

Fulgrim shook his head calmly.

"You have the heaviest burden among us, Robert. You don't say it, but we know it very well."

"I don't want to cause trouble to you. The reconstruction of the Emperor's Children is far from being put on the agenda here. What we have done cannot be buried. Even if the sons I returned are loyalists, the citizens of the Empire

Little did they know that trust had been broken."

"The name of the Emperor's Children and my name have been tarnished. We must rebuild them and wash them away with the blood of our enemies. Only when the sins are fully atone can the Emperor's Children truly return. We are not worthy of the present.

That’s not the name.”

He was simply not as frank as Fulgrim, and his sincerity was astonishing. Until this moment, Guilliman had truly confirmed one thing - his brother, Fulgrim the Phoenix from Chemos, really

Reborn in a sense.

He knew about Fulgrim's return and that there was a battle between him and the corrupted version of himself...

But what Guilliman knew better was how the snake-tailed Fulgrim used lies and poison to hurt him, and how he brutally murdered his heirs.

He could not forget that betrayal was always a thorn between him and his brothers. Yes, ten thousand years had passed, but his wound was still aching.

Every breath hurts.

Those painful memories were like poison that corroded the bones, always burning the flame of hatred in his heart at night.

The moment he learned of Fulgrim's return, Guilliman had mixed feelings in his heart. He didn't know what expression or thoughts he should have when facing Fulgrim. He had mentally rehearsed today's meeting many times.

, but never thought that the two of them would be so peaceful.

It's almost like the past, like a time when nothing happened.

Fulgrim stood up, his brilliant purple eyes full of apology: "I apologize to you for what I have done, Robert."

"No need, you were not the one who did those things." Guilliman's voice sounded a bit dull and nasal.

"I insist, brother."

The phoenix of Chemos said softly: "I insist on apologizing to you."

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