Of course, Jago Sevatarion was not the only person in the universe sinking into that kind of troubled current of thought forged from complicated emotions. Everyone had their worries.
Peddlers and common folk worried about business. Soldiers worried that the enemy had not all been killed, or that their superiors would issue some stupid order. Mechanicus Priests worried about what new technology their companions had researched today—or what new technology they had dug up.
So Steve Rogers was naturally included among them.
In fact, if you asked, Steve Rogers would even tell you the reason quite frankly: he was worrying over someone.
The Vengeance, the Captain's Quarters. Steve Rogers's expression did not look good. This was not his first day dealing with the Mage, so of course he knew what kind of person he was, and he also knew that beneath that exterior was a heart stubborn to the extreme.
At that moment, he sat inside the Captain's Quarters, his brow tightly furrowed, not knowing how he could make He Shenyan take back his order. To him, if someone else had come to inform him of this kind of order, he would absolutely have taken it as an insult.
After thinking for a long while, he decided to answer honestly. "I can't fulfill your request, He—going to another world at a time like this to establish my Legion? Are you Lucid right now?"
After waiting for a while, he did not receive He Shenyan's answer, and could only continue. "You really didn't just come up with this on a whim again, did you? Like that time you had Thor impersonate me? He had to shave off his beard, and complained to me for more than a month afterward. Please, don't do it again."
"Your words truly wound me, Steve—what, in