Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The spiral sword in the bonfire shined brightly, the flames surged, and a figure walked out of the flames. It was Ashes. He was holding a bloodstained and bent long sword in his hand, but the armor on his body looked as bright as new.

, even the shield carried behind his back showed no signs of wear and tear.

"Welcome back, Lord Ashes." A voice came.

The fireproof girl who had been standing by the bonfire early lifted up her skirt and bowed gracefully. Ashes just nodded slightly, took out a cloth bag from his waist, and then walked straight towards the deep passage where the sound of iron was being struck.

An old woman in black robe sitting on a chair saw him coming, lowered her head, and greeted him respectfully: "Lord Ashes..."

The blacksmith who was forging iron, a sturdy old man, saw his arrival and grinned: "Ah, it's you! Finally back! Is that sword still useful?"

Hui Jin walked up to him and handed him the bloody sword. The blacksmith frowned and looked at it for a while: "What on earth did you fight with...? Why is the sword bent like this? Hey, I said

You, this is not a hammer or anything else. If you want to use a blunt instrument, I don’t have any. But since you want to use a sword, give me a good use!"

"I saw some things that shouldn't exist. I used a little too much strength."

The blacksmith's expression became strange: "Are you kidding me? It's not that kind of thing, is it?"

Ashes just nodded silently.

"Tsk...that's disgusting." The blacksmith smacked his lips in disgust, and then patted his strong chest with his thick-gloved hand: "Don't worry, I'll come over to pick it up later, and make sure she's as sharp as before.

!You know my craftsmanship, Andre!”

There was a rare smile in Hui Jing's voice: "Yeah."

He walked down the stairs on the left, and there was a small corner in the darkness. Sitting there was a thin man with a strange mask. There was a shabby cloth under his feet, and on it were some things such as

Daggers, flying knives, flame pots and the like. Seeing the arrival of Ashes, he waved his hands happily: "Oh! It's you!"

Hui Jin stood in front of him and silently handed over the bag in his hand.

After taking it, the man opened it and took a look. His body curled up, as if he had lost all his strength. Even his voice became listless, with unconcealed sadness in it: "Yes, that's it. That woman is dead.

ah."

"Ha, I had expected it. I feel much more relaxed after hearing this news... That nagging woman..."

The man scratched his head and held the cloth bag in his hand tightly with his other hand: "Just take that ring and treat it as a, hey, thank you gift."

Ashes didn't say much. He was always very silent and just nodded. Then he returned to the campfire and sat down silently without saying a word. Because he was wearing a helmet, no one could see his expression. Only from there

You can guess from the direction of his gaze, he must be staring at the burning bonfire.

"...Lord Ashes."

The fireproof girl sat down next to him and said softly.

Ash turned his head slightly.

"Have you ever met a strange traveler?"

"No."

"Really...If you meet him, please don't communicate with him."

"Why?"

The fire prevention girl turned her head and looked at the small flame burning from the ashes in the brazier: "He...may prevent you from spreading the fire."

Hui Jin just nodded slightly. As for his true thoughts, only he knows.

"You agreed? That's great..."

The fireproof girl seemed quite happy, but it didn't last long because Ashes rarely spoke a long string of words.

"Passing Fire...over and over again, reincarnating again and again, is the life you have paid really meaningful?"

The fireproof woman's hands squeezed the skirt tightly: "Do you... also have that kind of thought?"

"I just feel confused."

Ashes turned his head and took off his helmet, revealing a rather ordinary face. That face had nothing to do with a hero, but instead looked like a world-weary middle-aged uncle, full of exhaustion.

: "I... may have passed fire a lot. I forgot a lot of people, but I only remember those I had to kill..."

"But no matter how many times I continue the flame, it will eventually be extinguished time and time again. Now, the world is lifeless. I can't see any hope. Do you think it is necessary for the flame to continue to be passed down in such a world?

"

The fireproof girl did not speak, but Ludos, who was sitting on the throne, raised his head: "If your question had been put in the past, it would have been worth thinking about by many deviant philosophers."

He said slowly: "However, for me, spreading fire is the meaning of this rotten body surviving to this day. But after all, I am just firewood. You are the king hunter and the one who carries the power of fire——

So if you want it to go out, just do it."

The frustrated man who had been sitting on the steps also joined the conversation in a low voice: "Ah, extinguish the flame... Haha, what a bunch of fools, even the destined ashes don't want to continue, but they are still stupid.

Stay there stupidly..."

There was a vague cry in his voice, and his voice became lower and lower: "I am not qualified to laugh at them, right? After all, I was the only one who escaped..."

Ashes puts on the helmet again. He doesn't need a name or identity. Best of all, he doesn't even need to have feelings. As long as he puts on the helmet again, he becomes the ruthless killing machine again.

Blacksmith Andrei shouted in the passage: "Hey! Your baby has been repaired by me! Come and take a look!"

There is no need to say anything about Andre's craftsmanship. Hui Jin took the sword and inserted it directly into the scabbard at his waist. This actually made Andre dissatisfied: "You guy! You still don't care about anything as before, then what?

But I spent a lot of effort to repair it for you. Don’t break it again this time, otherwise you will have to pay a lot of money to repair it!”

Hui Jin nodded. He was about to leave, but Andre whispered: "I didn't expect that I would be able to meet you after so long. Speaking of which, you never told me your name.

Ah. Hey, Ashes, what’s your name?”

This question stopped him in his tracks, turned his back to Andre, and he fell silent.

"What's wrong?"

"......I forgot."

Andre was startled at first, and then burst into laughter, but whether it was a mockery or something else, only he knew: "Really? Even a hero like you will forget his own name. It's really sad.

world!"

Ashes just walked silently towards the Spiral Sword bonfire.