Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel? - v16 Chapter 5 Come learn magic with me, Guilliman

Frank naturally wouldn't think that He Shenyan was here to catch up with him. He has an archive in his head, and he has established a set of analysis mechanisms for everyone. He doesn't get along much with the mage, but there are many descriptions and character analysis and psychological profiles.

- Frankly speaking, he thinks that He Shenyan must be here to give him some task.

This brightened his eyes.

He Shenyan laughed helplessly when he saw that look, how could he not know Frank's character? Shaking his head, he said, "You guessed right, that's right, Frank. I do have an assignment for you."

Goodbye Guilliman.

Frank put Guilliman aside without hesitation. He hung the battle dagger back on his waist and asked, "Where? Who to kill? How many?"

"No, no. I'm not asking you to kill people this time, but to save people, Frank."

Frank frowned: "Save people?"

"That's right." The mage smiled lightly. "But the process will never let you down, how? Want to join?"

"Save who?"

"A group of people who shouldn't have died."

The mage's voice became erratic, like dust scattered in the universe. But the voice was so powerful that it penetrated the veil between reality and illusion, and took Frank's spirit to another realm.

The golden brilliance pierced through the dark clouds above and shone on the tattered earth. The ground was miserable as if it had been bombed by people for several months. In the gaps in those deep pits, there were scattered flesh and bones that had been ground into dust.

They lay together, both lost their lives. But their spirits are still fighting endlessly in this place. Standing here, Frank took a deep breath of the air that still had the aftertaste of blood, and his expression began to change slightly.

He Shenyan suddenly appeared beside him without the slightest warning. He seems to have existed in this place for eternity, and he is perfectly integrated with the surrounding environment.

However, with his appearance, the thick and treacherous clouds were torn apart even more seriously. The golden brilliance sprinkled on the earth and also fell on the mage. He raised his hand, gently pulled a bunch, and threw it into the distance.

"Do you know where this is, Frank?"

"I can guess."

Where else could it be?

Throughout the galaxy, there is bloodshed and murder. It is not uncommon for the earth of a planet to be composed of corpses. But there is only one place where there are so many Astartes corpses.

Instefan number three.

The place where the rebellion began.

From this planet, Warmaster Horus and his ambitions began to slide into the abyss, and he fell into the deepest depths of hell. Empires fell apart, and humanity's bright future was ruined. The demigods and their heirs slaughtered each other, while the Lord of Men endured thousands of years of torture on his icy throne.

"what do you want to do?"

"It's not what I want you to do, Frank. It's what you want to do."

He Shenyan smiled meaningfully: "They shouldn't die, what do you think? They died at the hands of their compatriots and were wounded by the sword behind them. What a cruel ending? Yet they never gave in."

The surrounding scene began to change rapidly, like torn rags passing by Frank's eyes, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to his spaceship. But there was still the smell of Instefan III in his nostrils.

Blood and fire, loyalty and death.

He narrowed his eyes, and He Shenyan's figure gradually disappeared before his eyes. The wizard's arrival was as abrupt as his disappearance: "Go Frank, go to Instefan Three."

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Guilliman was a little restless all day today, which is rare. He felt that it was probably because of Infreni's actions that crossed the line. This made him a little sullen, and he planned to give her a little bitterness the next time they met.

What really **** him off, however, was one of Frank's correspondence.

"What do you mean you don't want the mission? I just picked one out for you!"

"Instefan Three?! What are you doing there?"

"Rescue? Damn, do I look like a fool, Frank? Where's a living person in that place?! Frank! Frank!"

Guilliman struggled to suppress the urge to throw his portable personal terminal on the floor, and the longer he spent with Frank, the less he could control his emotions when confronted with him. Frank Custer has always had the ability to smother all popularity.

Guilliman was very suspicious that even Vulkan, who was known for his good temper, would be **** off by Frank.

With a sullen face he started dialing Frank back—the PPC's communication didn't rely on electronic signals or anything, it's on the built-in pattern. The distance between the Glory of Macragge and the Terra Space Station was not enough for the Array to be unable to communicate.

However, his communications were repeatedly rejected by Frank. Guilliman was not surprised by the result, but still angry.

"Why is he always like this!"

He waved his arms angrily, but fortunately no one saw him, otherwise his image might have a major slide.

"Emperor, why is he always reluctant to listen to my arrangements? Isn't a perfect plan better than his on-the-spot performance?"

"Maybe it's because he has his own ideas."

A voice appeared in his office~www.novelbuddy.com~ followed by a figure slowly emerging from the air. Guilliman frowned at first, then relaxed. He stood up in surprise, walked out of the table and gave the person in front of him a hug: "He!"

"There is something to say, Guilliman, you should send me away first, and we don't seem to be that familiar with each other, right?"

Guilliman smiled awkwardly, released his hand and took a step back.

The mage took care of his black robe, and then spoke: "I'm sorry for disrupting the task arrangement you gave him, but I asked him to go to Instefan No. 3."

"Why? That planet is already a dead planet."

Facing Guilliman's question, the mage just smiled mysteriously. He didn't want to be a riddleman most of the time, but he liked seeing people think.

"Some people shouldn't just die like this, shouldn't they? Besides, the universe we live in is a world of science and magic. Whether you admit it or not, Guilliman, sometimes things happen that science can't explain. At this point, you may need to broaden your horizons.”

As if interested, he reversed the topic and naturally opened up an issue that made Guilliman's horny: "Are you interested in learning magic with me, Robert Guilliman?"