MTL - Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?-v16 Chapter 143 best mistake

That night, a dinner was held aboard the Revenge. There were only seven participants in this dinner party—actually, there were originally eight people, but considering certain reasons, Guilliman still found an excuse to work overtime tonight to distract little Horus away.

Vulkan had been stimulated enough for the day, waking up in the morning thinking he was still in the Warp, only to find himself surrounded by six brothers. Then, at noon, Guilliman smashed a series of important news into his mind, and he didn't recover all afternoon.

Human beings have a limit to their ability to accept, Guilliman felt that it would be better not to provoke him for the time being.

"Then, to Vulcan!"

Sanguinius stood up with a smile on his face, holding a delicate gold cup in his hand, the bright red wine was shaking in it, emitting a tempting aroma: "Let's drink this cup for him!"

After speaking, he raised his neck and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. Logically speaking, everyone should drink this glass of wine after him. Unfortunately, this is a party attended by Leman Russ, so some things will change.

For example, they had promised to drink only red wine today—but Ruth refused to do so, and somehow conspired with Khan. The two spent an afternoon smuggling a batch of drinks specially provided by the Revenge from the Terra space station.

"boom!"

Ruth laughed loudly and smashed the thick wooden barrel glass in his hand on the table, and waved wildly: "Okay! Sanguinius! What kind of red wine are you drinking? You are not afraid that your wings will be stained with that **** color ! Come drink this with me!"

With a smirk, he picked up a glass bottle the size of his palm from under the table, and the transparent liquor was shaking in it. He aimed it at his cask glass, and then, a miracle happened. A steady stream of wine gushed out of it, and it took only a few seconds to completely fill up his huge wine glass.

"Hey, this baby is simply the biggest surprise today other than Vulcan's return! Look, such a small glass bottle can hold so much wine!"

Ruth showed everyone the glass bottle in his hand with great interest, and his actions caught Angron's cold eyes. The latter said eccentrically: "Its external capacity seems to be about the same size as your brain capacity in the impression given, Russ."

As soon as he finished speaking, the archangel sitting on the side tapped his shoulder with his hand. Sanguinius looked at him dissatisfied, leaned closer and said in a low voice, "Don't forget what you promised me in the afternoon, Angron, you said you would behave well at the dinner party."

"...Could it be that you expect me to show a good face to Leman Russ?"

"I don't care about that. Will the great Red Sand Master break his promise?"

Angron was silent for a while, with a smile that was so stiff that it couldn't be stiffer, and then without saying a word, he pushed his cup over the table, and it just stopped in front of Ruth. The wolf king looked at him playfully, but his movements were not slow. With a flick of his wrist, the wine poured out, filling Angron's glass quickly.

"You have to finish it in one gulp, brother."

The wolf king stood up enthusiastically, put down the small glass, then held Angron's glass in both hands, handed it to him, and blinked maliciously at the same time.

Angron took a deep breath, reached out to take his glass, looked at the full glass of special wine, and drank it without fear.

Leman Russ immediately blew a sharp whistle: "Oh! Amazing!"

"What do you need to say?" Angron smiled disdainfully. "What is this wine? Ha!"

Seeing that the two of them were very willing to start drinking together, the Archangel, who could be regarded as the archangel, panicked at the moment. The last time they drank was because Ruth provoked Angron, and in the end everyone fell into a dazed hangover. He didn't want to have the experience of lying on the floor again.

Sanguinius coughed abruptly, interrupting Leman Russ who wanted to respond. Afterwards, he said: "Today is not a competition for drinking, Ruth, restrain yourself. Today is the day when Vulcan returns, and he is the protagonist of this banquet, isn't he?"

Vulcan lowered his head and didn't react at all, obviously not listening to what Sanguinius was saying at all. The height of the Fire Dragon Lord made him stand out from the crowd, he was also a Primarch, and he was sitting, but he was a full head taller than Fulgrim beside him.

Seeing him like this, Phoenix on the side poked him helplessly with his elbow, reminding him in a low voice: "Sanguinius is calling you!"

"What—ah!" Vulcan was shocked and came back to his senses. "What, what's the matter?"

The scene fell silent for a while, but Sanguinius smiled unabated, and repeated what he said: "You are the protagonist of today's banquet, Vulcan. Don't you plan to give us a set of toasts?" ? I remember, you are quite accomplished in philosophy, so the toast shouldn’t bother you, right?”

Vulkan put a forced smile on his face, stood up, and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what he should say.

He looked around, at his brothers, with a bewildered and frozen expression, as helpless as a child suddenly. It was not until half a minute later that he spoke the first sentence.

"... until now, I still think it's a dream," he said. "I had a conversation with Guilliman in the afternoon."

Everyone turned their heads, and the Lord of Ultramar let out an extremely unnatural cough, and at the same time gave Ruth, who felt quite good about himself, a hard look. The latter scratched his head inexplicably.

"He told me something~www.novelbuddy.com~something I never thought would happen. The world is not gentle with humans, never has been. But, Guilliman, what you told me It’s almost like a fairy tale.”

"I used to think that hope was gone, and the remaining human beings could only linger in the dark, abandoning our remaining humanity, and waiting for the end to come. I used to really think so, but the world finally proved me wrong."

Fulgrim on the side noticed that Vulkan's hands under the table were tightly clenched and turned white.

"We hate mistakes, we all make mistakes, but we still hate it. I'm not a perfectionist, but I hate mistakes too—but, I have to say, my brothers..."

With an unprecedented gentle tone, Vulkan lowered his head, supported the heavy dining table with his hands, and said softly: "This is the most perfect mistake I have ever encountered in my life. It completely overturned my pessimistic speculation and made me Feeling ashamed, extremely ashamed, but..."

He looked up and said with a smile, "There is no better mistake in the world."