Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Senator Olverson, a famous local figure in Vengerberg, is standing in the courtyard of his magnificent manor and looking at the farmland in the distance. His eyesight is very good and he can clearly see those ants-like ants in the fields.

Working farmers.

"Are you sure you have a way to deal with him?" The congressman turned around and asked a man standing next to him.

"Why do you need to ask about something you already know?"

The man asked back. He was extremely tall, strong, and very handsome. His messy hair was tied back, brown, like a lion's hair.

He smiled confidently: "If you didn't have confidence in me, Vegfortz of Rogoeven, you wouldn't have found me to deal with him, would you?"

"Yes Yes."

Councilor Olverson waved his hand perfunctorily, the disdain in his heart deepening. Oh, sorcerer, mage...in the end, you are not showing your respect to me just for money?

"But I have to confirm whether you have this confidence yourself, Wilgefortz, you and I both know that some people are often full of confidence beforehand, but when they meet the right person -" the congressman waved his hand. "

—and immediately turned into a coward."

Vilgefortz was still smiling, not reacting at all to the disparagement and hints in his employer's words, as if he was a country boy who was not good at such subtle words. But in fact, he was completely

He is a mid-range expert.

"Congressman, I am not the kind of person you say. In fact, you should have heard my name more or less."

Vilgefortz spread his hands, and the congressman suddenly felt the ground tremble. He took a few steps back and was surprised to find that a small tree had risen from where he had just been standing.

"Many people fear me, and many people praise me. But they all know that I am definitely not the coward you say..."

Vilgefortz held the tree, and in a burst of light it transformed into a thick wooden stick with metal wrapping on both sides.

"what do you think?"

Holding the wooden stick, Vilgefortz smiled lightly. The congressman nodded after swallowing his saliva.

"Well, Vilgefortz, I hope you understand. I am doing this entirely for the sake of Aedirn, for the sake of my country."

Congressman Olverson put on a face that was impassioned and ready to sacrifice his life for the country.

He raised his right hand, raised his arms and shouted, expressing his political demands in front of an audience of only one person: "Kaedwen and Aedirn have been at odds for a long time. If I can catch those two regicides, I can kill them."

Strive for some benefits for my king in the next meeting of kings."

"And you!" The councilor pointed at Wigfortz. "Mr. Wigfortz, as the hero who caught the regicide, your name will be sung among the kings, and you will be able to enter and leave the palace at that time.

, become a noble court mage like your predecessors."

idiot.

What a complete fool, Wilgefortz thought to himself. There were four guards fifteen steps away from where they were talking. Doesn't this congressman not know that people's hearts are the most fickle? Doesn't he know that his political opponents

Are you trying to infiltrate the people around him? Say this out loud...

The young warlock belittled the councilor in his heart, but still had an impeccable smile on his face: "So, when do you think he will come, Mr. Councilor? The one who is loved by almost the king in the court of Sintra

The black-robed mage who is courteous should be a very punctual person."

"Then how do I know?"

Olverson snorted softly and turned around with his hands behind his back. The early morning sunlight shone on his face, making it warm and comfortable. The congressman simply closed his eyes and enjoyed this moment of peace. The sunlight made him feel rare

He felt a little sleepy, but soon the warmth on his face disappeared.

"what happened?"

The congressman opened his eyes and saw an oriental man in black robe floating on the horizon, blocking the sun and looking down at him.

"I heard that you were looking for me." He told the congressman in a tone that was so calm that it was almost unreal, and the voice clearly passed into his ears. "And, I noticed that you also found a helper."

Alverson looked at the scene in front of him in horror. In the past, he had a very clear understanding of warlocks and mages. He knew that these people could burn others to death with fire, read minds, and teleport, but he

I never thought that someone could actually fly.

He Shenyan slowly walked down from the horizon step by step. He stepped on the invisible steps with brisk and powerful steps. During the whole process, he did not look at Wigefortz, which made the young warlock grit his teeth.

This was the first time he had been so humiliated.

"Now, I'm here."

Alverson stared at the black-robed mage standing in front of him. At this moment, the ambitions and maneuvers about the future in his heart disappeared, and even the courage disappeared. Only the most primitive and pure emotion remained.

fear.

The more nervous he became, the more carefully he observed the black-robed mage. The congressman noticed that he was too tall, even taller than Wigfortz. His face was as pale as a ghost, and his pair of deep eyes were

The dark eyes made his whole body shiver, and his heartbeat slowed down a bit.

Some people are often full of confidence beforehand, but when they meet the right person, they immediately become cowards.

"black--"

"It's none of your business, young man."

He Shenyan interrupted Wigefortz who was about to intervene. His eyes stayed on the wooden stick in his hand for a moment, and he suddenly smiled: "Interesting, interesting."

He pointed at Wigefortz and spoke in a relaxed and natural tone, without the slightest threat, but it made him dare not move at all.

The previous ambition and confidence completely disappeared in the face of the huge pressure that came from nowhere: "Stay there and don't move, I will take care of you later."

Vilgefortz blushed. At first, he was angry. Then, he was walking on thin ice. Now, he wanted to run away.

He Shenyan turned around, and Senator Olverson was looking at him trepidly.

He is a middle-aged man with a goatee. He is well-maintained and there are not many wrinkles on his face. He has a bald head and a hooked nose. Logically speaking, he should have a rather fierce face. However, at this time, his face is full of...

Fear destroys everything.

"What are you afraid of?" He Shenyan asked softly. "Afraid that I will kill you?"

“b…b….no, no.”

Even if it was just one word, it took Olverson four times to say it successfully. His tongue seemed to suddenly lose control, and a cold feeling was climbing up his spine from the soles of his feet, numbing everything.

"Then what are you afraid of?"

He Shenyan looked at him strangely: "You think I won't kill you, so you shouldn't be afraid, right? Ah, I understand, Congressman. I can understand it all just by looking at your expression."

He clapped his hands as if enlightened.

"You should be thinking, I will kill you no matter what, right? That's what you are afraid of. Don't be afraid, Mr. Congressman, the fear of death is natural, even if you can no longer control your bladder.

Yes, I can also defend you."

The Master smiled and said, "You were just so shocked to see me walking down from the sky that you were speechless for a moment. That's all. You are not afraid at all."

The congressman nodded like a fool, but the smile on the mage's face disappeared.

"If you are afraid, I will kill you," he said softly. "Do you hear that, Congressman? Do you understand?"

"So, tell me now, are you scared?"

"me,"

Olverson moved his tongue frantically, trying to say a complete sentence, wanting to say the four words "I'm not afraid", but his tongue refused him. The instinct of the body refused the command from the brain,

His heartbeat began to rise. Fear and weakness made him cry bitterly, and finally, he knelt down in front of the mage.

"Shh." He Shenyan patted his bald head gently with a gentle movement. "Don't cry, Congressman. I only want to ask you a question. Are you afraid? Be an honest person, okay?"

Olverson began to cry loudly, and he screamed the words: "I am afraid, God, Gods, help me! I am really afraid!"

What happened next, Vilgefortz would never forget. In his life, he had seen many methods of killing. Soldiers used arrows, swords, halberds and axes to kill, and mages used

Fire, frost and lightning kill. Assassins use poison and throwing knives, as well as traps.

Among them, killing is the simplest among kings. They don't have to do it themselves, or even see the tragic condition of the victim. With just a nod, a word, or even a look, thousands of people will die for thousands of years.

But he had never seen anything like this before, and Vilgefortz couldn't help but start to get chills all over.

"The gods cannot hear you, Senator. Only I can hear you, and I am much more merciful than the gods. Therefore, I will respond to you."

He heard the black-robed mage say this, and then, Senator Olverson floated up - in the sunshine of Vengerberg in May, he floated into the sky little by little, flying higher and higher, until he was at the same level as the sun.

together......

At first, Vilgefortz could still hear his cries and screams as he collapsed, but later on, he could only stare at the small black dot with eyes that were so painful from staring at the sun for too long.

Already.

"What did you do to him?"

Vilgefortz heard himself trembling and asked, and the voice made him feel ridiculous: Is this my voice? Every syllable sounds like fear and trembling, so weak, so disgusting, is this really

my voice.

Yes.

"I saw that he was shivering very much. I think the congressman must be very cold. Moreover, the way he was so keen on sunbathing made me sigh."

He Shenyan casually came to Wigefortz and said something in a relaxed tone like "I just took a drink of water" that made him almost kneel down.

"I sent him to the sun."

"Is...is that so?" Vilgefortz responded with a sad smile. "You are really kind-hearted."

"Really? I think so too. So, let's talk about you next, young man. Where did you learn my meditation technique?"

Vilgefortz's heart skipped a beat - it's coming.

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Post two chapters, have a meal, come back and continue writing.

Tenosynovitis was excruciatingly painful, and my typing speed dropped by half.