Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"All, Ms. Francesca. All. Including when you were born, your childhood, your experience in the core organization of the Warlock Brotherhood, talents and skills. I have to say, this is a good name.

.”

His calm tone didn't seem to take Francesca seriously at all, which made her breathe a lot faster, and even her face turned pale due to excessive anger.

"Don't you already know? Since you have read all my memories, why bother asking me?"

He Shenyan nodded: "Yes, but I didn't mean it."

"You!" She stood up, her tone sharp, but her beautiful voice still made the curse sound like a song: "You read my memory! A thief who enters other people's brains at will! And you said it was not from you.

Intention?! Shameless! You inferior hairless monkeys! Primitive people! Barbaric!"

The mage was indifferent and happily accepted her insults. Because he knew that this kind of behavior itself was worthy of being scolded, and he would not do it unless he had to. But the news Sejani gave him was indeed true, and it was related to the whereabouts of Yanzi.

I have to do this. So it doesn’t matter if I get scolded a few times.

"Please calm down, Ms. Francesca. Do you mind if I make you some compensation?"

She changed her face again, and the previous anger and shame were swept away, replaced by another pitiful expression, and even her voice became gentle again: "Okay."

The mage smiled helplessly. He found that although he didn't like this kind of people, it was quite fun to watch them perform the art of changing their faces in front of you. After he smiled, he asked lightly: "What do you want?"

"Your magic." She answered without hesitation, simply and neatly. It was as if she had already thought about it.

"Can."

But He Shenyan's answer was so straightforward. It even made her suspect that her requirements were a little low. The mage seemed to be aware of her thoughts and said casually: "Ah, don't worry that I will make a fuss about this.

.I will teach you two methods of casting spells, one from myself, and the other from some of my friends from other worlds. You can choose one to learn, anyway, after my improvement, both methods lead to the same goal."

"These methods are of little value to me. If you want to learn them, just learn them. You can even give them to others, although I don't think you will do that. To be honest, I really hope you can do it after learning them.

To what extent, madam." He smiled nonchalantly and threw a ball of light. Francesca took it as a treasure.

She didn't need to ask how to use it - if she did ask, she would be worse than a pig. The way to use this magic light ball is obvious, just eat it. Just as she opened her mouth, she was ready to swallow it.

When the light ball, which was the size of a fist, was released, the mage stopped her with a strange look on his face: "What are you doing?"

Francesca stopped moving, her expression blank.

"With all due respect... Ha, this is not for eating." His laughter sounded a bit harsh to the ears of the elf. The mage stood up, walked to Francesca, held her right hand, and said

A little bit of magic passed through her arm and crushed the ball of light.

In He Shenyan's view, after the ball of light was crushed, Francesca straightened her body. She even kicked off her shoes, revealing her smooth feet. It seems that it is natural for women to love beauty, even

A noble elf like her is not exempt from the vulgarity, so she painted black nail polish on her toes. To be fair, every part of her body is beautiful, even her feet.

The mage looked away. He didn't want to take advantage of others' danger, which would be somewhat shameless. White light shone through Francesca's closed eyes, and the sorceress's body trembled, and the pores on her body

A soft white light bloomed, illuminating all the bones and blood vessels in her body.

This process lasted for a while, at least when Francesca woke up, the mage had disappeared.

She found that her clothes were soaked, and the girl named Andrea was sitting on the table in front of her. She was holding a book and reading. Seeing her wake up, Andrea said: "Teacher

He said you can leave by yourself when you wake up, and he set up a portal at the door. You can return to your store by opening it."

"What if I don't leave?" Francesca said, and she found that her voice was terribly hoarse.

Andrea raised her head. Her expressionless look was somewhat similar to that of her teacher. A cup of warm water that had been prepared rose out of thin air and flew into the female elf's hand. She said: "You can also stay here.

After a while, the teacher guessed that you would say this, and he said, if you don’t understand anything, you can ask me.”

"I? Ask you?" Francesca drank the water in her hand and laughed loudly. Andrea was unmoved and said lightly: "Yes, ask me. Madam.

Like this."

She ordered the glass of milk on the table, turned it into bread, and then turned the bread into a white dinner plate.

The smile on Francesca's face disappeared.

"You, how did you do that?!"

Andrea looked at her with contempt: "The teacher said that you could bear it, so he transferred so much knowledge to your brain at once. Unlike me, I have to learn slowly. But why don't you have it at all?

Where is the talent he is talking about? Go and see for yourself, it is in the third section of the second chapter of "Magic Theory", the use of transfiguration."

Being so despised by a human cub that is hundreds of years younger than you may be a great shame for other elves. But Francesca was different. She quickly corrected her mentality. She treated her with an equal or even lowered attitude.

Approach the girl with the following attitude: "Thank you for your advice."

She closed her eyes and began to read through the knowledge imparted to her by the mage. The more she read, the more frightened she became. Whether it was the way of casting spells or the number of spells, any exposure of this knowledge might make the most powerful mages in the world look like

They were fighting for it like mad dogs. But this man threw this knowledge into his mind like garbage, and he didn't even care at all.

Doesn't he know the impact of doing this? No, Francesca is not that naive. She knows that this must be a disguised warning, including what he said before that he doesn't care about spreading his spells. He is inexplicably stuck in strange thinking.

The female elf didn't realize that she had entered a misunderstanding, while Andrea yawned in boredom.

She didn't know why the teacher wanted her to know her, but she was willing to do it.

The girl continued to lower her head and read the books.