Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The mage looked at the fire-proof woman again, and he smiled and said: "There are many, madam. But you only need to answer me one question."

"That Ember, does he know magic?"

The dancer was a little stunned by this question, and she replied: "...No, he looks like a knight. He probably doesn't know how to use magic."

"That's it. Thank you, I don't have any questions. Goodbye." He Shenyan thanked him neatly and prepared to leave.

"Goodbye, sir. May your journey be accompanied by flames."

The dancer also nodded to him, and then continued to play with the crystal ball in her hand. It seemed that the scene in it attracted her attention more than anything else.

Just as he was about to leave the Fire Sacrifice, the fire-prevention woman came over. The silver crown covering her eyes exuded a mysterious brilliance under the dim light of the candle: "Master Traveler, please forgive me for being presumptuous. But I heard that you

Looking for magic?"

"I have some interest in this area."

"If the flames are not extinguished... maybe you can go to the Dragon Academy in Beiheim, which is a holy place for magicians. Although there are also disgusting spies... the mages' pursuit of knowledge is not the same as yours.

There’s no difference.”

There was a little sigh in her words, and the mage silently wrote down the name of this place.

Just because they can't go doesn't mean he can't go there.

However... since I came to this world, that inexplicable depressive atmosphere has become more and more serious. This is the first time this has happened. It is worth recording.

He raised his right hand and looked at his palm. It didn't feel like I was cheating. Could it be that the world was rejecting me? He felt a little funny and shook his head. But the fireproof girl took this as his rejection.

She continued: "Yes, although the Dragon Academy is famous, but today when the flames are about to extinguish, wouldn't it be difficult for you to go there? As far as I know, there is a lot of knowledge in the big library in the King of Lothrik...

It doesn’t just include spells. Maybe you can find some secrets there.”

Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why didn't you tell me why I was still here?

The mage cursed, but his face remained calm: "Thank you very much."

He turned around and left. The fire-proof girl didn't know what she had misunderstood, and bowed deeply behind her: "Thank you for being willing to follow my advice... I hope your journey will be accompanied by fire."

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Returning to Lothric again, the sky still had that dim yellow color of despair. The difference was that the roars of living corpses that once filled the city were no longer there.

The mage guessed that Ashes should have been here before. However, his attack was really neat and tidy. There were corpses all along the way, and he didn't even let go of the lowest living corpses.

Before returning to the church, he shook his head as he looked at the piled knight corpses. One of the knights in blue was the most miserable, with half of his armor dented by the huge force.

but......

The mage squatted down, and the blue knight's head separated from his body floated up. An inexplicable force opened his closed eyelids, and the red light that seemed to never go out made He Shenyan shake his head: "In human nature,

of darkness?”

Throwing the head down casually, he muttered to himself: "It's too dangerous. People who try to control this kind of power are even crazier than that bastard Wade..."

He continued to walk towards the top of the steps.

Emma, ​​the officiant, was still sitting on the chair waiting quietly, and the mage didn't know what she was waiting for. Is it the end of the world? Or is it something else?

"Ah...it's you, Lord Kami."

Emma raised her head, and when she saw He Shenyan's arrival, she got down from the chair and knelt down devoutly. This made the mage regret a little, if he had known better and just walked over invisibly. He said helplessly: "I told you many times that I

He is no longer a god."

The officiant didn't listen at all. With a fanatical look in her eyes, she looked at the short staff in the mage's hand and almost shed tears: "Is this... is this his miracle?! Although Lothric has fallen

So far, but still not given up by the gods...ah, I understand."

He Shenyan once again confirmed one thing. The people in this place are somewhat abnormal. They don't listen to anyone at all. The mage curled his lips. He was too lazy to say anything. If Emma thinks so, just let her

Think about it.

"How to get to Wangcheng?"

The old officiant's body, which was kneeling on the ground, suddenly straightened up: "I'll take you there!"

"Just sit here. I'm not here for sightseeing. I don't need a tour guide. You just need to tell me how to get to the Royal City and the Big Library."

Emma was still respectful, with her head lowered. She carefully stretched out a hand and pointed upward behind her: "As long as you go up, you can reach the royal city. But the big library is now closed...ah, what am I talking about.

With your great power..."

When she raised her head again, there was no trace of the mage in front of her. The officiant seemed as if nothing had happened and sat back on the chair again. Only a small sway of her body told others her true mood.

He Shenyan did not go directly to the big library. Firstly, he did not know the way, and secondly, the architectural style of this place was indeed worthy of his careful recording.

It is difficult to find an exact word to describe the architectural style of Lothric. The mage calls it "gloomy and sacred, magnificent and dilapidated" in his heart. This place should be an admirable miracle of human construction, but the flames

The extinction of time and the passage of time, and even the irrational living corpses that have been wandering around have given this place an aura of doomsday.

It feels like a very suitable place for filming movies or making games.

The once luxurious red carpet on the ground had long been rotten. The mage estimated that if he stepped on it, he might get some unknown substance on the sole of his shoe. Fortunately, it had always been floating, but at a relatively low level, so people thought he was

Walking.

The exquisite chandelier hanging from the ceiling had a shabby golden color, and the corridor was full of large oil paintings. After walking a few steps, you could see the sculpture of the knight. He began to wander around this place.

The mage looked at the oil painting in front of him, and a white light spot emerged around him. This special video magic silently recorded the scene of the oil painting.

Without looking back, he said, "What do you want from me?"

The voice of Lion Knight Albert sounded behind him: "...Lord God, my master, the Holy King of Lothric wants to see you."

Holy King? What a great title.

The mage turned his head and said, "I was just strolling around here and had no idea of ​​meeting him."

Albert knelt on one knee, not daring to raise his head: "Forgive me for the offence, sir, but if you don't want to see him, he can come to see you."