Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Gustave, that guy who failed more than accomplished anything."

As soon as the man returned to the station of the Swords, he heard his companions discussing Gustave La Valetti, who had just died not long ago. This sentence made him nodded slightly - he agreed with this.

Over the years, Gustav was the only scavenger to die during the 'cleaning' process. To say that he had accomplished little was simply a compliment. Until now, he still didn't understand how the bastard died.

His death was nothing, but what came with his death was the real problem.

Was Gustav exposed?

No one knows the answer to the question until the old man is found.

The man took off his raincoat and threw it on the ground. The floor became wet. He walked across it, and his boots clicked on the ground. It reacted wonderfully with the rain, and the sound it made was very much like another one.

A sound, such as the sound of footsteps stepping on blood.

"Ah, you're back, Orff."

His companion raised his hand and threw a bottle of beer over. There was a pattern engraved on his bare chest, a sharp sword wrapped in a circle. Orff reached out to take it, and at the same time put the money bag around his waist.

He took it off and threw it in front of his companions. They happened to be gambling.

"How did you know I was short of money?"

"You never win at cards with them, do you?"

The companion cursed and continued to play poker enthusiastically with the other two people. The cheap playing cards with crude portraits of women were very old, and a few kerosene lamps and candles illuminated the room brightly.

Light up each of their faces.

Apart from the table where the cards were played, there were a dozen or so people doing their own things and passing the time.

Orff bit open the cork of the beer, walked to the sofa nearby and sat down. His wrist was aching, which was a 'gift' left by years of training and fighting. The master who taught him how to use a sword jokingly called it this

Revenge of the Sword.

"Orff, every sword is made to kill people. But they are absolutely unwilling to be held in the hands of people like us to kill people. So we will always be injured in one way or another in battles, and some of them are enemies.

Some of it is caused by yourself."

He recited these words silently in his mind, and a wry smile suddenly appeared on his face, and then quickly disappeared. He raised his beer and took a sip, and the time passed in boredom. They had to wait until two o'clock in the morning, then

This is the time when people are most sleepy, and it is also the best time for them to take action.

The rain continued, and the raindrops hit the windows, making a violent sound. Orff fell into memories. He vaguely remembered that the first time he killed someone was also on a rainy day. He was eighteen years old that year, at the beach...

..A local lord found out about their kidnapping of women and children, and Orff had to kill him.

He remembered holding his sword and walking out of the rain. The lord's carriage was stopped by them as planned. The ambushed archers fired deadly crossbows and the carriage driver was killed. They rushed out and the general

The Lord dragged out the carriage and his family.

No one was left behind, not even the child.

Orff was immersed in memories, he was too focused. Today he was more sentimental than ever before, and because of this, he ignored some fatal sounds. They were hidden in the rain curtain and no one heard them.

.

People rarely observe things above their heads. No one knows who was the first person to look up at the sky, but the first person to be captured by a pterodactyl falling from the sky will always be remembered.

His name is Laprio, a villager. After him, people began to understand that the sky is a dangerous place, and it is also a place that humans have never mastered. Even warlocks and mages cannot fly - of course, only today.

A drop of rain fell on Orff's head, and he didn't notice it until the second and third drops... The rain fell down along the top of his head. Orff frowned and looked up.

Found the roof shaking.

Those planks - the planks that formed the roof of the station, they were shaking.

The old wood began to bend little by little and flew up. Heavy rain and strong wind filled the entire room in an instant. The rain wet everyone's clothes, and the playing cards, tables and chairs were blown away by the strong wind. They whizzed by like hell.

The howls of the suffering people.

Orff raised his head with a dull expression. A man in black robes was flying in the air. The rain passed by him, and the strong wind blew through his sleeves. They passed him meekly and did not disturb his peace. He was like

It's like a natural phenomenon floating there.

He also noticed that the man was smiling.

Then, the door was opened.

A white-haired witcher walked in.

The killing begins.

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The next day, a barber discovered their bodies. He passed by the Sword Regiment's station and originally wanted to open a shop, but found that the single-family wooden house collapsed into disgrace. The roof was blown off and the yard was full of people.

There were broken boards flying around, and some furniture scattered everywhere.

Out of the most basic sense of morality and the nature of watching the excitement, the barber walked in and started shouting loudly, but no one responded. Then, he walked into the wooden house and issued a call after a minute.

A scream.

The patrol arrived later, and all seventeen members of the famous local gang, the 'Sword Group', were killed. Each of them was a desperado with a bounty on his head, and the total bounty in total even exceeded two thousand Austrians.

Lun, some people speculated that they were killed by their enemies, because everyone's death was horrific.

From a certain perspective, this guess is correct.

He Shenyan strolled past the corner of the street, which was exactly where they were stopped when they entered the city yesterday. There was no one there now, and there was an announcer in the circular square not far away preaching loudly.

The Rotten Tongue speaks of the destruction of the Swords and bases it on his religion.

"The eternal fire will burn away all evil!"

The announcer waved his hands. He was wearing a pale white robe with a hood, and his voice was full of enthusiasm: "Can you tolerate it? Gangsters are running rampant in our city. They oppress good people and do all kinds of evil! Yes!

Who hasn’t seen them come to your door to blackmail?!”

He pointed at the people in the audience and shouted sadly: "I know some people think that this kind of thing will not happen to you because you are a pauper. But in fact, they only look for paupers! They even have rich men.

Don’t even dare touch it! Today, they come after your neighbors and you ignore them. Tomorrow, they come after you and your neighbors ignore them!”

"We should unite, we should protect ourselves! Protect our neighbors and friends! Come on, brothers and sisters, join the eternal fire, let us work together for a better tomorrow under the gaze of this flame that represents hope!

"

He Shenyan stopped where he was and listened carefully. This announcer's language skills were at the pinnacle among preachers in the Middle Ages. Many people would only use the trick of "if you don't believe, you will be struck to death by thunder," but he has already

Learn how to stir up emotions.

Interesting. The mage nodded. His nod was regarded as a kind of recognition by the announcer, and his mood became excited again, even reaching a higher level.

"Let's see! Friends, this gentleman from the East agrees with our ideas! Come on, sir, please come on stage and tell us what you think of us!"

The crowd parted in front of him, and many people began to look at him expectantly - He Shenyan couldn't help but smile.

The announcer didn't know who he had invited to the stage.

The mage walked forward until he came to the announcement table. The contrast between the white robe and the black robe was sharp and obvious. The announcer didn't know anything about it yet. He patted He Shenyan on the shoulder and spoke enthusiastically.

People in the audience said: "Come on, friends, this gentleman is about to express his insights, let us give him a little applause."

Amid enthusiastic applause, He Shenyan smiled and said one word: "Stupid."

The applause stopped, just for a moment. Then there was a stiff atmosphere and the smile on the announcer's face stopped. Before he had time to make amends, his body froze, and then, the oriental man who was personally invited to the stage began to speak.

He said something that made him doubt his life.

"Okay, everyone. The idea mentioned by this announcer is very interesting, even for this era, it is a bit too advanced. However, does the destruction of the Sword Regiment really have anything to do with the eternal fire?"

His voice was not loud and his speaking speed was not fast, but it was enough for everyone to hear clearly.

"Assuming that the permission of this world is really maintained by the burning eternal fire as the poster said, it also means that all the sins in the world are the acquiescence of this flame. Imagine that eternity

Fire is almighty, and it created the world, which means that sin is also its handiwork."

He Shenyan loosened his grip on the informer's body, and as soon as the guy recovered, he shouted: "He's lying!"

"Really? Then can you explain why the Sword Group has been doing evil for so many years and was only eliminated today?"

"Because——" the announcer was stuck. "——Because, because..."

"You can't give a reason yourself, sir. According to you and your religious theory, everything in the world is maintained and designed by the eternal fire. Then, if this is really the case

,Why are there so many poor people?”

He Shenyan pointed at the audience in the audience: "Look at them, sir. How many of them can afford to wear clothes like yours? How many people woke up this morning and had food to eat instead of going to work hungry.

Living? How many people can sleep in a warm home without having to endure the torture of mosquitoes, rats, ants, and extortion by gangs? "

The black-robed mage asked softly: "Are you going to tell us that your flame that leads people to do good and represents hope is actually the source of evil that acquiesces in all this happening?"