Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Ashes walked towards the bottom of the steps, where was the city gate, or in other words, one of the city gates. After opening the door in the room, you would see a ring of cliffs.

He stood on the cliff and took out the small ring flag. Just as he was about to raise it, a woman's cold voice came from behind him.

"Are you...Ashes?"

Ashes turned his head and saw a beautiful woman looking at him with a powerful soul in her arms. She was very beautiful, wearing silver armor with beautiful light blue cloth as embellishment.

He nodded.

The woman smiled, feeling very sad. She handed the soul in her hand to him: "This is... the soul of Bordo from the Cold Valley. I hope he can help you."

Ashes stretched out his hand to take it, and asked, "Who are you?"

"She's just an unknown dancer, why bother asking?"

Hui Jin didn't say much. He nodded and took off his gloves again. The dancer looked at the tattoo of the Dark Moon Sword on the back of his hand and laughed again. Only this time, she seemed a little relieved.

She knelt down on the ground and showed off her slender neck: "...please do it."

"Why?"

"You won't kill me?"

"Why should I kill you?"

The dancer did not raise her head, she said: "Cold Valley... is the nickname of Irushil. This city was founded under Anor Londo. Bordo and I are the current Pope of the Dark Moon Knights.

The war knights sent by Sullivan will block this place for him and kill all Ashes who try to pass through."

"And you are both Ashes and a Dark Moon Sword. No matter what, you have a reason to kill me, right?"

Ashes brought up another thing: "What does he want?"

"Let the flames go out... He has reached an agreement with the cannibal villain, the Deep Saint Eldridge. If you arrive in Irushil early... you may be able to see the body of the Shadow Sun

Bar."

"Very good." Hui Jin nodded, and he drew his sword.

The dancer closed her eyes. She looked so beautiful even when she was about to die. But the expected pain did not come. She opened her eyes and saw that Ash was just hovering the sword above her neck, without actually swinging it down.

.

Hui Jin said calmly: "Although I have lost most of my memory, I don't remember many things. But I can see that you are not willing to sacrifice your life for him. Why should you die for him? What's more, you didn't stop me. Besides, you didn't stop me.

...I can still feel the shadow of the Shadow Sun still exists in the world, she has not died."

He took out a piece of bone, put it into the dancer's hand together with Bordo's soul, and then pulled her up from the ground.

"Crush the bone fragments...and you can go to the Fire Sacrifice. Although I don't know what the relationship is between you and Bordo, but you can preserve his soul for him."

"That's all."

He waved his hand to signal the dancer to stop talking, and then waved the small ring flag.

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The Master looked at the huge oil painting in front of him with great interest. He was now in a hall. From the long-decayed table, it could be seen that this place should have been used to entertain distinguished guests. But too

It has not been used for a long time and no one has cleaned it. As a result, the beautiful decoration, luxurious tableware, tables and chairs have become rotten.

Only this oil painting is still as bright as new.

In the picture, a tall and strong old man with white beard and hair, wearing a crown, holds a thunderbolt in his hand, and uses the thunderbolt to bombard the overwhelming dragon.

Gwendelin's voice sounded behind him: "I have been waiting for you for a long time, but there are actually too many rebels... Ah, you are looking at this painting."

The mage looked back and saw that Gwendelin was walking slowly from the gate. She put on the golden helmet that covered her face again, only the lower half of her face was exposed. Her pale skin and the bright red rouge she didn't know when she applied it.

The lips look very contrasting.

But his attention was not actually focused on this. He Shenyan looked at it, and his eyes unconsciously drifted to Gwendelin's legs.

She stopped walking and said angrily: "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing... I'm just curious, how do you walk with those snake tails."

Gwendelin fell into a rare silence. She abruptly changed the topic. It was obvious that she had never done this before: "You said before that there is no need for rewards, but as a shadow sun..."

The mage didn't listen carefully to what she was saying. In fact, he knew what Gwendolin wanted to say as soon as she opened her mouth. It was nothing more than giving herself a reward, but his attention was on another thing at this time.

.

"...How do you feel about this?"

"Ah? Okay, I have no objection... No, wait, what did you just say?"

Gwendelin's cheeks puffed up.

"So, you didn't listen to me just now?"

The mage laughed awkwardly: "Haha, I was thinking about something else. How about you say it again? I will definitely listen carefully this time."

"No, I will take it as your consent."

She took the mage's hand and led him out of the hall to the terrace outside. Together they overlooked the city of Anor Londe.

To be fair, whether it is Irushil built below or the ruins of Anor Londo above. They are both magnificent cities that the mage has never seen before. Large spiers of buildings form a cluster, making the palace they are standing on

Surrounded by layers of scenery. The sky is a beautiful light blue, and the aurora appears above, which is completely different from other places.

There are even light snowflakes floating in the sky, and a crescent moon on the horizon is looming in the fog. The beauty of this place needs no words.

However, there is not a single civilian on the street.

Gwendelin sighed deeply: "This is Anor Londo today..."

"But it's still beautiful."

Hearing this, Gwendelin smiled proudly, this smile was so short: "Yes, He is beautiful no matter when. But, how long can it last?"

"Sullivan's betrayal... reminded me of something."

He Shenyan stared at the beautiful scenery in front of him and replied calmly: "I can't give you any advice, Gwendelin. So, just keep your words in your heart. I am just a passerby and I will leave soon.

"

"Leave? Didn't you already promise me that you will be the new pope?"

The mage looked at her funny, but Gwendelin looked very serious. Her face was covered by a golden helmet, but the mage could see a pleading look on her face.

He shook his head gently: "Perhaps there will be someone in the future who can inherit this honor and become the new pope. But it won't be me. Forgive me for refusing, Gwendelin."

"I don't know much about your history. But from the current point of view, the flame that has to be continued at such a price...is it really worth existing?"