Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Leaving the square, he continued to move forward. In front of him was a long staircase, leading to two doors. The mage turned slightly to avoid the patrolling red knight. The long sword in his hand looked exquisite.

, and very sharp.

I have lost consciousness, but my body is still carrying out its responsibilities during life?

The mage decided to go up first. He had seen the structure here before flying in the sky, and the magnificent palace was above. If he wanted to obtain some historical information, he should be able to gain something in the palace. At least the kings were sure

How many staff will there be? And one of the common characteristics of scholars is that they like to collect books.

Of course, some people may have more than that.

Entering the dark hall, he saw no one here. There was only an old woman in black robe sitting on a chair. She looked very old. She looked like a dwarf sculpture sitting on the chair.

He seems to have some sense.

The mage appeared and said, "Hello."

The old woman seemed to be startled. She raised her head. The hood covered most of her face, and the part exposed was also very old. She looked at the mage carefully for a while, and then said: "A strange and powerful person.

No matter what you ask for, I'm afraid the current Lothric can't provide it for you."

"Really?" the mage said nonchalantly, and then moved his finger, and an old wooden chair placed next to the old woman flew over. After he sat down, he said slowly: "You can treat me as a

Scholar, a greedy collector of knowledge. I just want to know about your country. Is it called Lothric?"

The old woman nodded silently. After a while, she said in a sad tone: "Yes, scholar. I am the chief priest of Lothric, Emma. A person who is under surveillance and exiled. Only

I can bow down in this small church and wait for the arrival of the remaining ashes."

"I noticed the knights outside. They must have lost their minds. The red and blue decorative cloth...is it a civil war?"

The mage's direct words failed to make Emma feel any emotional fluctuations. By now, she seemed to have completely given up.

The old woman replied: "Yes, scholar. Lothrik... is the country of glory, the country of heroes, and the country of fire. The flame continues the world, and we continue the flame. But the prince who is supposed to continue the mission

...But he doesn’t want to spread the flames.”

flame.

The remaining ash, the King of Fire, and the flame. It seems that this flame has a different meaning in their world. Does the flame continue the world?

The mage kept the question in his mind for the time being, and continued to ask: "I want to enter the royal city to have a look, is that okay?"

The old woman raised her head in confusion: "There is nothing but danger there now. Scholar, if you still want to continue to thirst for knowledge, please leave quickly. In any case, Lothric is no longer a peaceful place.

place.”

The mage didn't answer, so he stood up. The various mysteries in this place made him feel itchy.

A mage once said that the curiosity of mages is the most deadly thing in the world. He Shenyan agreed with this sentence, but he felt that it should be modified - the curiosity of mages is the most precious thing to them.

.

He glanced back at the open door of the church and said to the old woman: "In return for telling me these things, do you need me to help you solve the problem with the person who is watching you outside?"

The old woman laughed dumbly: "Thank you for your kindness, scholar. But no matter what, he is a knight... a knight..."

He Shenyan released the spell that was used to cover his aura. In the eyes of the old woman, he was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at him. His huge power was even hotter than flames. Undercurrents surged under the calm surface, forever.

Violent power erupted endlessly in the scholar's body. She was so shocked that she couldn't even speak. Who else could possess such power besides the gods?

"What now?"

The old woman lowered her head deeply, and there was a cry in her voice: "Why are you teasing me like this...God, is it because Emma is not pious enough in your eyes?"

He Shenyan frowned: "I am not a god."

The old woman raised her head stubbornly: "Is it a test? Are you testing me? Are you no longer willing to protect us poor people? In any case, not spreading the fire is tantamount to betraying the gods...

..”

She let out a sad laugh from her throat, pulled out a dagger from her robe, and was about to wipe it on her neck. However, the mage moved faster than her. He just waved and the dagger flew into his hand.

.

"So you guys really like to add some inexplicable settings to others... I am indeed not a god, madam."

But I am much stronger than the gods.

Emma looked at him numbly. In the heart of the chief priest, He Shenyan was one of the gods who came to punish them because they betrayed their faith. Now that the flames are gradually fading, who else can have such power?

But since He Shenyan won't let her die, then she should live a little longer. She should atone for her sins.

"That person who is watching you outside, who is he?"

"He is the Lion Knight, loyal Albert. He is one of the prince's knights. He was sent by him to monitor me, an old woman who is determined to spread fire." Emma replied dullly. After a while, she suddenly glared again.

My eyes widened and hope reignited in my heart.

Yes, the god did not directly destroy Lothric, but he asked me this question...

He Shenyan was a little speechless. He looked at the old woman who became excited again without knowing what she was thinking, but said nothing. Emma looked very excited: "Is it possible that you want to personally advise the prince?"

The mage replied: "If necessary, I will go see him. As for now... I will first get rid of this person who is monitoring you for you."

He handed the dagger back to the old woman and added something to it. Slowly walking out of the door, the mage saw a white spirit holding a large ax and shield standing outside the door waiting for him.

Seeing his arrival, the spirit body lowered its head deeply, then knelt down on one knee and said in a hurried tone: "Lord God, the prince..."

"Stop." The mage stopped him, and He Shenyan said calmly: "I am not a god, do you understand?"

The Lion Knight raised his head. After a while, he lowered it again and buried his head deeper: "...Yes, I understand. You are not a god now."

The mage sighed, what is wrong with people here? How come no one believes the truth?

The Lion Knight's dull voice came from under the helmet: "I beg you, sir, it's not that the prince doesn't want to spread the fire, he just... just..."