Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

On an isolated island far away from the civilized world, a group of richly dressed men and women were holding a special dinner that combined banquets and meetings in a castle. They all wore masks on their faces.

The castle is located in the center of the isolated island, among the layers of primeval forests. It is on the top of a mountain peak, with ivory white walls and spires dotted with mermaid night pearls. It has five halls and can accommodate seven hundred people.

The space inside has been expanded by magic, and the interior decoration is incredibly luxurious. No secular castle can compare to this place, which is synonymous with luxury.

Tapestries with complex patterns hang on the walls of the hall, and the glass in each window is stained glass. In addition to the magic chandeliers above the head that can maintain lighting, there are also many candlesticks that never seem to go out, providing light sources in the hall. It is worth visiting.

The thing is, there are no tables here.

Maybe it’s because the food hasn’t been served yet?

"Things are not good."

A man spoke. He was wearing a black tight-fitting jacket with lace embellishments on the cuffs and collar. The belt looked plain, but it was made of deep-sea whale skin.

He shook the wine in the glass, and the east from Toussaint swayed in the wall of the glass, brewing an attractive bright red color. The magic chandelier hanging from the ceiling was emitting a boundless brilliance.

"Wilgefortz is dead," he continued. "Although we are indeed considering whether to absorb him into the organization, he is dead and everything has become empty talk. It is a pity that he is the only one in the past hundred years.

Two qualified ones."

"Do you want to avenge him?"

Another woman asked. She had a good figure and was wearing a red dress that reached the ground. Pure gold earrings were shining on her earlobes, and the pearl necklace hanging around her neck made her neck even longer.

....and tempting.

The woman raised her neck, not minding that this action exposed her breasts, and her skin seemed to be shining with brilliance. She said slightly arrogantly: "Although Vilgefortz is insignificant to us, he is

Still a mage..."

"It's a warlock."

The man who spoke earlier corrected the vocabulary she used, and was met with ridicule from the other man. This man's dress was much more casual. He only wore a white robe with no other decorations.

"You are still so obsessed with vocabulary, Julian. I thought you should have gotten rid of this habit three hundred years ago. Does it matter if you are a warlock or a mage? They are all under our control anyway."

The man named Julian glanced coldly at the white robe who spoke: "Watch your mouth, Pansy."

"Oh? Otherwise, what do you want to do?"

Pansy pursed her lips harshly, and her high cheekbones made his expression even more mean. His green eyes were full of smiles: "Today is the banquet day, my dear Julian. I will give you your

Calm down your temper, the main course hasn't been served yet."

The woman coughed, and her long golden hair was lifted back. There were thirty people in the entire hall, all talking like them in twos and threes. They seemed orderly, but the woman knew that everyone was actually waiting.

main course.

Her cough successfully attracted the attention of Julian and Pansy. After all, they were both men. With such a beauty standing next to her, it was difficult for men not to be attracted to her.

She is too fatal to men, whether it is the white and tender earlobes, the attractiveness, the shining red lips, or the parts below the neck that cannot be described in detail.

"No more mention of Wilgefortz, my friends. I just want to know who is the main course this time?"

"An elf, let me think about it...ah." Julian nodded. "Francesca Findaby. Yes, that's her."

The woman covered her lips in surprise: "Isn't she the only qualified person? Wilgefortz is dead. It's fine if we don't absorb her, so why should we treat her as the main course?"

"Her spellcasting method is different from ours, so, unfortunately, Veronka, she cannot enter the organization. And we are very interested in why she can do this."

Vilonka put down the hand covering his lips, chuckled, and put his arm on Julian's shoulder. The boneless touch made his heart tremble. Then, Vilonka deliberately stretched it to look extremely charming.

The voice passed into his ears.

"Oh, don't be ridiculous, my dear Julian. What do I have to regret? It's too late for me to be happy that there is food to eat."

Pansy on the side watched with burning eyes as Veronca licked her lips, looking very hungry. His eyes kept rotating at Veronca's arm on Julian and her neck, his expression

Twitching and looking very crazy.

Julian's throat rolled up and down, and he raised his hand to hold Veronca's hand, but the latter took a step back without leaving a trace, preventing him from getting what he wanted.

She turned her head with a smile and asked Pansy beside her: "Pansy, we haven't seen each other for seventy years, right? What have you been doing recently? Have you gone to the bottom of the sea for vacation again?"

"...No, it's not. Have you forgotten, Veronka? I am the person in charge for this hundred years, and I have to be responsible for the normal operation of the organization. Money, people, as well as brainwashing and psychological suggestion

Something like that. I would also like to find some time to take a vacation."

When she heard the word "owner", Veronka's eyes lit up for a moment. She quickly left Julian who was standing there, hugged Pansy's arm like a snake, and then hugged him tightly.

They fit together. Their whole bodies were pressed against him.

"Do you have to use your body as a bargaining chip to please men?"

A cold female voice interrupted the conversation between them. The person was wearing a long black dress. Her voice immediately made Veronka's expression darken - but only for a moment.

When she turned around, she was already smiling.

"Ah, Yvette! My dear, it's been so long!"

"I don't want to have any drama with you, a poisonous snake that I haven't seen for a long time..."

The sorceress known as Yvette has short black hair and undisguised disgust in her blue eyes: "You are always like this. On the surface, you are gentle and courteous to everyone, friendly and gentle, but in fact,

You are just a poisonous snake waiting for others to turn around and then devour them whole."

"That's very rude, Yvette."

The smile on Veronka's face remained unabated: "Besides, you're not much better yourself, are you? At least you still came to our banquet."

She emphasized the word "party" very strongly.

"Ladies, there is no need to argue."

Julian took a step forward and stopped the drama they were about to start. This drama happened every time they met, whenever they met. He was tired of it, and he couldn't say he hated Villonca more.

More Yvette.

He knew what the former was, but he was still fascinated by her beauty. As for the latter, she pretended to be innocent and often presented an image of a strong woman who did not rely on men at all. However, she relied on

Only her teacher can enter the organization.

Thinking of this, he suddenly smiled - what am I thinking? Could it be that I am nobler than them?

Looking at the two sorceresses who had calmed down, he looked around the splendid hall, his expression becoming impatient.

No one in this hall is noble, they are all here for one thing.

To eat.