Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

The first meeting between Raven and Andrea wasn't a good one, even though the two were actually similar in personalities. But what did that sentence say? Same-sex repulsion.

However, the mage is not interested in the little friction between them. He now has a brand new research topic to do.

Harley Quinn.

To be precise... those voices in her heart.

At this moment, He Shenyan stared blankly at Harry running around in his mage tower, running around like a child who didn't grow up. He said with a bit of a headache, "Just stop, Harry."

"Your place is very good! Mage!" Harry ignored him at all, running around excitedly. Playing with the little stars in the room he used to meditate in, or lying in the dark starry sky trying to fall.

"It's like I'm in the universe!" She giggled, looking very happy.

He Shenyan began to wonder why he did this research, to pass the time? So why don't I do a long meditation... heck.

But he has made a decision and will not look back.

The mage sighed and said, "How can you calm down and cooperate with my research?"

"Research?"

"Yes, actually, you don't have to do anything. You just lie there and sleep."

Harry's eyes rolled, and she said, "Okay, I promise. But..."

"but what?"

She tore off the baseball jacket, which was nothing inside. The mage sighed again: "Okay. Although I don't know why you have to do this, since you insist..."

She screamed with excitement, and then rushed towards the mage.

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But in fact, He Shenyan did nothing. Illusion is a very basic spell, and he'll start throwing his hands on him, throwing Harley Quinn aside while shouting some strange words. Then I intercepted some of the messy voices in her heart and started to study it.

With the deepening of his research, instead of solving his doubts, he frowned more and more tightly.

"Damn it, is it really what I thought?" The mage's face became suspicious, and he really wasn't sure about his guess. The voices in Harry's mind came from different worlds in the world, and after her special near-death experience, these voices could be heard by her.

If I had to say it, Harry was like a radio, listening to hundreds of different channels, but those channels tended to be fleeting, and only a few remained, constantly broadcasting to her.

Although the woman may never have listened carefully.

He called out one of the passages at random, and a hoarse old female voice said slowly in old English: "The fire has gradually extinguished, but there is no king shadow. When the flame of inheritance is extinguished, the bell will ring around, and then wake up the ancient people in the coffin. Salary Kings."

"However, the kings will definitely give up their thrones... and the ashes without fire will come one after another. They are nameless, unworthy, and cursed undead."

Her dry voice laughed strangely: "But... that's why Ashes crave flames so much."

Is it a legend?

From the words uttered by this voice, the mage could almost feel the heavy feeling coming from his face. Even he couldn't learn about the other world through the endless sea of ​​stars, but some intuition told him that this was not a legend.

He started to think about another thing.

The girl was almost five years old, and her name was Cerella, Cerella Fiona Iron Leanron. People close to her are said to call her Ciri. The wizard wishes he could always refer to her only by Cerilla.

There is still a long time before her adulthood, and the inheritors of the ancient blood do not need to wait until adulthood to manifest full magic. But the mage needs to bring her to adulthood, and only then can she be sure that she's fully energized by her bloodline.

OK, then do it.

He closed his eyes, and the voice of the worlds spell that was once banned was displayed again through his hands, but this time, there were some small changes.

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run down.

The spires of the buildings made of rubble stood up high towards the sky, mocking the world with their own existence. The mage frowned. He felt very uncomfortable. The world made him feel like a dying person was breathing in his ear. Everything you see is ruined.

The sky was dull yellow, and he couldn't see normal colors. But it's very quiet here, very quiet. He stepped up the long steps ahead, and the round stone building had a dark door, and the mage entered. The first thing he saw was five tall thrones of different sizes, all with low candles lit beside them, as if they had been burning for a long time.

It was also very quiet here. He noticed that there was a thick layer of ash on the ground. In the center of the room where the five thrones were placed, there was a brazier scattered with thick ashes. The mage looked at it, then looked away.

He went down the stairs, intending to see if there was anyone alive who could help him figure out what was going on in the world.

However, at this moment, a man's voice came from the throne.

"Strange traveler, what are you asking for here?"

The mage looked up and found a man wearing a crown and a tattered robe sitting on one of the thrones. He was thin, almost to the point of morbidity. The flesh on his cheeks shrank in, and his eyes looked at him tiredly and hopelessly~www.novelmt.com~ The crown above his head was also dull. Also, he appears to have lost both legs.

"Just wandering around."

"Traveler, don't blame me for talking too much. But please leave quickly, my eyes that have been burned by the flames can see you clearly... You are not the King of Sin, but the ashes without fire are not. Law has my eyes." He said slowly.

The mage didn't answer, he turned his head and looked at the place again before asking, "What is this place?"

Rudas was a little puzzled: "Traveler, did you come from a farther place than my hometown of Courland? This is the fire sacrificial ground... It is a short resting place for the ashes without fire, and also That... oh, here she is."

Stretching out from the darkness of the Chuanhuo Sacrificial Ground, a woman slowly walked out. She was wearing a beautiful but old-fashioned robe, with a white crown that covered her eyes, and her whole body was tightly covered, even if it was elegantly folded. The hands in front of the lower abdomen also wear brown sleeves. Her hair appeared to have faded a little, and it was unclear whether it was white or gray.

"Strange traveler...Welcome to the Fire Sacrifice. I'm the fire girl and the caretaker here." She raised the corner of her skirt gracefully and bowed.